My friends putting their hands around my throat just became a sort of greeting, I think. I don't know why. It was odd. There was one alarming moment when a friend was strangling me for too long and I tried to stop her and found that, in my oxygen-deprived state, I had forgotten how to access my muscles and couldn't move or speak.

Feel free not to watch these if you're not interested - this is just in case you're curious; I don't want to impose - but here are a couple of rather fascinating Brooker clips from Screenwipe: on the amount of work that goes into producing television and on manipulative reality TV editing.