I watch an awful lot of crap TV. I blame it on my job. I spend all day educating the youth about high culture (well...) that i need a junk release when i get home. I currently watch Jeremy and the man who sleeps with his step-daughter. Just how i want it.
I obviously, and religiously, watch The only way is Essex. I have to follow my fellow country men, ain't i? But the problem is, I can't stand them. There's so much to hate it's difficult to keep up: the caked on layers of make-up they wear to stupid things like pyjama parties; the cobstant moaning about boyfriends and gossip and crap. Man, it's so uninteresting i want to shout each time i watch it. The latest thing is how they've all opened up little shops now, because that's not a huge business initiative, oh no, you can just take time off whenever you want to go and give your dog a manicure or to put more plastic in your body and get even more ugly.
Of course, i continue to watch it though. For Joey Essex and for the constant recognition of where they are.
Another love/hate programme that i watch is Take Me Out. Oh, it's annoying. The girls turn their lights off if they don't fancy a date with the man. And oh my god, i've never seen such fussy weirdos. They turn their lights off if someone likes football, if they work out, if they're at university, if someone is funny instead of vain. No wonder they're all still single. But i watch it all the same.
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