Morning television is the intellectual equivalent of having Burger Rings, smokes and an asbestos bong for breakfast (a big hello Shane Warne if you’re reading).
My firm belief as a professional in the area of “What I reckon based on no evidence or qualifications whatsoever” is that AM TV turns brains into lumps of ash coloured phlegm that smell like Laurie Oakes’ crack. Let’s not call it a belief but a hypothesis shall we? And while you’re at it you can call me Professor.