The comic has ambitions to start a glamping business but is reality-averse, easily distracted and allergic to responsibility
You’ve got to hand it to Channel 4: no other channel has quite perfected the feeling of woozy, comedown TV like it has. This obviously comes from the exemplar of the form, which is Sunday Brunch: even watching it sober and after a full night’s sleep, the strange anti-banter and quiet-then-loud-laughter-then-quiet-again audio landscape is reminiscent of a huge, horrible hours-long sesh; the kind you wake up from on someone else’s sofa, no charge left in your phone, while someone in the kitchen makes a full fry-up. “Where am I?” you manage to croak, and a guy in a vest who doesn’t blink much just yells: “WOOD GREEN, BRO!” That is what watching Sunday Brunch feels like. That is the point of Sunday Brunch.
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