I’ve decided that Oliver James warrants a full-time campaign of villification, and will be devoting my every waking moment from henceforth to thinking of new and unpleasant names to call him. That’s healthy, isn’t it? It certainly reinforces my self-esteem…

This time around it’s cruel sports, and their televisation. There’s a case to be made, I suppose, for regulating what obscenities reality TV shows are able to inflict on their contestants in the name of entertainment. But for Doctor James, this can only be a beginning:

How the compassionate potential our genes confer upon us should be fostered is ultimately a matter for our rulers. It is vital that they use legislation to create the conditions in which we have the spare capacity to feel for each other.

Heavens! Legislation to make a world in which we are able to be good! Yes, that will work…