The English translation of écorché vif doesn't do justice to this French expression: "tourmented soul" is too lyrical and romantic. Un écorché vif is somebody who voluntary butchers his own soul. It's brutal. It's like putting the ingredients of your soul through a food processor, set on "shred." This is how, in France, they describe Le Prince Miiaou, the rising star of French rock music.
The growing interest in American TV as a substitute for our own is not simply an idiosyncrasy, it signifies of Britain's failure to keep pace with the cultural market. The relative incompetence of home-produced programming becomes apparent in the context of the global marketplace - beyond the iPlayer horizon, Britain is punching well above its weight.
Some people may dread that women will come on and talk about periods. I don't. I dread that the next 20 something white middle class male will come on and do some inadvisable and ill-conceived material on rape or pedophilia or something being LITERALLY the funniest thing that ever happened, when it LITERALLY is not.
As for 30 Rock, it was important that the show didn't go on and on. Scrubs and Only Fools and Horses immediately spring to mind as programmes which should have stopped after fitting finales, but went on a little too long. Although a full-length final-series would have been nice, I'm sure that the final, hour-long episode will be a fitting one.