Twenty-three years ago, I stumbled home after doing a comedy gig and found myself lying semi-comatose on a sofa watching The Jerry Springer Show on ITV2. I remember six people were hurling abuse at each other. The drama was ridiculously overblown and I couldn’t understand a word they were saying. It struck me – this is like an opera. I remember the exact moment because I decided then and there that I would make this into a show. Not out of some desire to create a searing social satire on the sordid underbelly of the American Dream, but because the...
Monitoring Antisemitism Intel
