Further Adventures in Teletext

I look up at the tv, showing ITV's daintily titled Early Evening News, and the male presenter is reading out the email, text and note-wrapped-round-brick-through-window responses to an earlier story. The teletext is on. I'm momentarily distracted, and I look back and see one of the most perfectly constructed sentences I've ever seen or am ever likely to see:

John from Romford says it's political correctness gone mad.

I broke into a smile and nearly burst out laughing, which is difficult enough to explain to you, the erudite and sophisticated reader of this blog, much less random sweating members of the public I've never met before.

Incidentally, I was at the gym - where did you think I was? At an orgy? Although I can see why they'd have to have the subtitles on, what with all the [content removed because the internet is not a suitable place for crudeness. Oh no.]