Scouring for a 'positive message' amongst Karl Pilkington's comedy masterpiece, An Idiot Abroad, would be like leafing through a copy of Adolf Hitler's Mein Kampf in an attempt to source a xenophillic (is this a recognised term?) message. Pointless. I applaud the idea, Mr Springer, that children can sit down with their children and watch An Idiot Abroad, taking time out to discuss key issues such as stereotyping (bear in mind, however, that Karl Pilkington does not utter a single stereotype throughout the show). Perhaps these children could do this after they've been playing table tennis with cats on mars. Karl Pilkington is not meant to be taken seriously. This is a comedy. I don't want to respond ad homeum, but I think this dire review is deserved of such a response. If you truly believe, Mr Springer, the drivel you have spouted in this review; then you are more unintelligent, more naive and quite frankly more of a twonk than Karl Pilkington.