The man is Overlord to the Mongoloid
He bullies them in a vein attempt to appear "A better person." "Av bin fru worse than u have dahhhlin I know real addiction." He probably does the addiction to make yourself seem semi important and upper middle class by categorically being defamatory to those below you, the man shows no repent even should the Iceland buying, Le Coq Sportif wearing nobleman show some resemblance of remorse or shame in the action he has committed.
His barrage of "Just let me speak" is a subtle metaphor for "Let me show why I should be allowed at my local golf club." And should the Modern day Organ Grinder not be able to suitable gee up his Burberry Monkeys in time for Bafta winning television to those watching who often either have applied or themselves are a student-retired retarded or all three, he ply's them with the very same things they try to avoid, such as Alcohol at 9;25 in the morning, he is Jesus with an eye for a quick Dollar, he'll lay his hands on and cure this dirty dirty leper, but first you must buy his special hand wash at $9.95 a bottle while you pull of your arm to shake hands with yourself, all for the amusement of those in the audience ,who have not just crossed the threshold, of depressing by watching, have made physical effort to leave their house dressed in their River Island and Topman clothes, with their fancy Samsungs in their clean Corsa's to go and watch through the bars, at the silly little creatures taunt each other and shout names, like their mothers before them who listened to arguments over the brick wall, they sit and watch "The lower classes" Battle each other like 2 Pitbulls in a ring, and as if that wasn't enough, they then stand up hands raised like Modern Day freedom Fighters, Martin Luther King in a Bench shirt and Lacoste trainers, and tell these people the very same thing that Lord Kyle has rammed down their throats for the last hour or so.
Sadly their skills are not applicable to things such as the Middle East, or World Hunger, as they are unable to hear the solution first then boldly repeat it in a fancy new package, with their own special bow on, a bow made of poor English, and raised voices, that does as much to calm the situation, as lighting a match to find your way out of a gas leek .
But then the show ends and Kyle turns to you, "The Viewer" his devout follower, his fellow Upper Class Chum, and patronizes and degrades you without even meeting you, "If you or someone you know is suffering from this very problem why not call". What?! Huh?! Jeremy no, surely not! You are not truly saying you think I, your loyal follower, your ITV2 repeat and original 9;25 am watcher is one of the social dreggs that you so eloquently put on that very path of straight and narrow. That is impossible, I buy GQ, I have Sky, I drink "Corona" and "Kronenberg" I shop at Sainsburys and Tesco's I even watch Channel 4 news, I am not "Jordan from Birkenhead" (Ironically seemingly Head of the Berks Society) I am Upper Middle Class Jeremy, although wait he said "Know" He could mean that dirty woman at Somerfield, who stands at the "Damaged Goods" rack and takes whatever is there even if its not needed. Or that woman at young Joshua's school who made her son play in "Last Seasons United Kit" Where the letters once read "Newcastle United" her cheap Factory second is but left with "Ewcistle nted" sounding more like a Dutch Second division fullback.
That's who you meant Jeremy, not me, her for am I but like you, I am well rounded.....
Yes I see that this is steeped in Irony
