Good morning, good afternoon or good evening, depending on where you are on the planet.

This is Bill Nye and this is ill-advised by Bill Nye.

And just before we begin with questions or playlists or any of the other features that I hope you enjoy,

I'd just like to get something off my chest. Yeah, I said the word chest.

It's the fact that I'm on the run from fine dining, which I think of as an alibi for overcharging.

Worst of all is where they come up between the nine courses and tell you how the tiny piece of food you've just been presented with was prepared and what it contains.

That's when I feel a combination of wanting desperately to go to sleep or to buy a gun, one of the two. And I had an American friend, in fact, Autumn

de Wilde, the celebrated film director and photographer and music video director. We were in the

environs of London and I was trying to introduce it to English, you know, food, and we kept being trapped in fine dining situations

where you have to sit up straight and there's an air of gravity about, you know, and people

move very quietly and speak in a lowly tone, as if something religious was happening.

I love going to restaurants and I love food, but I'm also on the run, it occurs to me,

from fine writing, which I think is the same as what I heard a publisher refer to once as

window pain prose.

And I think what window pain prose means is that it's so spare that the writer runs no risk

whatsoever of being busted for anything.

It's sort of neutral.

It's also a blueprint for a television series.

It's just like a treatment for a movie rather than anything actually literary. And it's just long-form cowardice. There's a difference

between successful sparse prose and pros where you're just trying not to get cool.

I only put those two things together because they've got the word fine in them.

They have no other connection.

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