Katie isn’t being researched on. She’s doing the research. Advertising stuff, like. You know the sort of thing. Some bossy bird plays a 30 second TV ad and then a bunch of unemployeds, students, mouthy mothers, et al. are given £20 and as much Lilt as they can imbibe in return for angrily vocalising their brainfarts about how the advert made them feel inside. It’s kind of like the Houses of Parliament for stupid people.
I’m going out this evening. It’s lager night.