The fallout from last week’s Janet Jackson “scandal” is genuinely unbelievable.

I’m not entirely sure what kind of brain-dead fundamentalist lunatic would be offended by the sight of… shock… horror… a breast (although I do accept that quite such a pathetic attention-seeking stunt could be considered offensive by some). But apparently middle America is full of them… and as a result of the dire situation of national emergency that Ms Jackson has created, a shot of an old woman’s cancerous breasts will be censored from ER.

Meanwhile, as on most subjects, the British public have a far more grown-up and sensible attitude to obscenity on TV: they realise that it’s both big and clever. And they laugh at Jordan’s tits, which is the only viable reaction to them (unless you’re a washed up Australian pop star, apparently).

New York and California are among my favourite places in the world, being filled with fun, groovy people, interesting stuff to do, and a sense that Things Are Really Happening and History Being Made. It’s a shame that the bits in between take more or less the opposite attitude… Maybe we could extend the middle bits of Canada downwards, or something.