I’m in the study. I’m typing. I was working on my NaNo until I heard, just on the edges of my senses, this slow, drawling South American accent banging on about simple life, working hard and core family values. Good stuff. Sensible stuff. Stuff I believe in, as a matter of fact.
But why, oh why, oh-good-grief-why (!) does it have to be on the back of some bullshit show called ‘Living With The Armish?’ No, you’re not getting links. No, I’m not telling you what its about (as if you couldn’t guess), but I just need to further point out that hearing this was on the back of getting off the phone to my father and having him tell me that he’s watching I’m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here.
Between that, freaking X Factor, Britain’s Got Talent and Strictly Come Dancing I have never, ever, as much as I do right this second, more resented having to pay for a bloody TV license. Its not like I watch the damn thing (except for The Simpsons, every weekday; 6pm), so why? Why do I have to pay for it?!
Well… actually… I don’t pay for it. Dave does. Its the one bill we don’t split in half for exactly this reason.
Lord, between the tripe they call entertainment and the farce that is Breaking Dawn (part one! *yawn*) hitting the cinema, it might be safer just to crawl into my computer screen and not come out again. At least there’s cool stuff there.