Jay is sat downstairs watching the Comedy Warehouse on tv. I catch snippets of jokes as I am pottering around the kitchen. After hearing some of the language I investigated the rating of the program feeling sure it must be a 15. No it was rated 12. Who rates these things? They should be made to sit and watch the program with a twelve year old and feel the horrid squirming sensation that inappropriate material evokes, the feeling of something pure and innocent being sullied by rude jokes and comments. I say this all with a pinch of salt as I am in no doubt my gorgeous innocent son and his mates probably know all the references and could make a comedians ears burn with a few of their own.