There is a deafening silence in Channel 4 programming. The eleventh series of Taskmaster is over. Tick tock it's lonely o'clock. You weep silently into your evening glass of milk. You wondered what happened to Malcolm Durridge. You bury your face in a pilow and hum the jingles from Mr. Gameshow. You frantically search the internet for seconds of unseen content. You count the days till the new episode of Thee Bean Salad (you'll go to sleep 5 times). You wish he has a lovely day. You contemplate watching Man Down for the 10th time. Would that make you insane? You already are. I mean look at this post. You are an absolute casserole. It's heartache time.



















