Celebration Of One Year Of My Blog Part 2

Part Two of the celebrations is here (a day late), and this part is more about peoples responses. Not many responses really, I grant you, but enough to squeeze a blog out of. I am aware that these few blogs are not the most thrilling of all time, but I will learn from my mistakes and make the year two (should it survive that long) celebrations much more fun.

"This is the first time I've read one of your blogs and it’s actually really funny". People always seem surprised that I can be funny, and I'm never sure whether to take it as a compliment or not. Okay, I've not exactly go Paul Merton's wit, Frankie Boyle's anger, David Mitchell's ranting skills or Ross Noble's randomness, but I can be funny. I suppose a lot of people only see the sensible side of me, which can come across as boring, but I'm actually not.

I always quite like it when people agree with me and it means I don't come across as a highly opinionated freak. "I like this... Alot! 'my opinion is that their whole relationship was publicity based, and that they only broke up because ITV 2 wouldn't renew their contract for another series.' LMAO agreed lol Good job!" This was about my blog on the Katie/Peter split, and it's not often I get given a LMAO or an LOL, so even though I dislike the abbreviations, their message does warm my heart - kinda. Anyway, a person liking things is good!

You have to bear in mind, that up until a few months ago, I was a Media student, and I still really would like to get into a media career. This has been noticed; "For someone studying the media, you seem very against it Stu." It does seem rather odd that I seem dislike all aspects of media, and still consider it as a career path to walk down. If I wanted to go all Martin Luther King-esk, I could say 'I want to become a Journalist, because I have a dream of changing it - for the better!' I'd be lying though, because it isn't going to change anytime soon, and I don't have the motivation to campaign for a useless cause.

I get quite simple comments as well, which I just ignore really. Someone simply just write "very nice and funny good one" due to simple punctuation not being used. How can you read a piece of writing with near perfect punctuation, and then comment using none, and it making no sense. I suppose The Sun is there to meet the needs of that target audience with pictures, and simple words and such. I do also occasionally get messages that I'm not sure why they bothered with it really, due to it bearing very little relevance to what the subject of the blog was. Oh well.

Something that does happen a lot, is that people will read my blog and then just re-write it in their own words to show they understand what I was saying, in less words and adding their point of view. If they really wanted to do that, then surely writing their own blog would do the same thing. Anyway, I have no problem with that, it obviously means that they took in what I mentioned in the blog.
This happened a few times with my Jade Goody blogs, in which people put across their own opinion of the matter. I actually deleted most of them, because a lot of them where saying how I should show more sympathy for her and her family and saying she 'saved a generation of young women from cervical cancer.' Did she heck! I did get one comment which has become my favourite comment on one of my blogs about Jade Goody. "She didn't fight very hard. Got cancer > went bald > died. Seems a bit like rolling over and accepting it to me". I think this perfectly summed it up, and I want more comments like that! Anyway, this blog isn't about her, for once!

I do get some comments which are more just ego boosters than anything else. Getting comments like "I find you utterly hilarious", "You have a nasty wee sense of humour. So funny! I love it!" and "You have SUCH strong views on things, it's utterly hilarious!" fall into that category, and no, I didn't make any of them up! There are some people that do find me 'hilarious' and appreciate my strong views of things. I like them comments, so do feel free to leave more them as well; infact, please do leave comments, because I do like reading them, whether they annoy me slightly, make me chuckle or just make me smile.

Anywho, one more blog coming up in a few days, and it’s a special!

Celebration Of One Year Of My Blog Part 1

It's been a year. 27th September 2008 was when I posted my first blog, about reality television and having a good rant about it, and a year later, I'm still ranting about it. It started out as an ICT project, to update a blog over a period of six weeks, but it seems I got quite into it and here I am. Okay, I'm the only person on this world that actually cares about 'celebrating' the age of a blog. I suppose there aren't many people that would be sad enough to celebrate a website lasting a year.

In that year of ranting about various things and people, moaning about my non-existent love life and boring you with a lesson-by-lesson account of my driving lessons, it's accounted to 59 blogs (not including this one). 11 of those blogs have mentioned the words Jade Goody and included at least a few lines ranting about her time in the media spotlight and not being very sympathetic of her being dead. Within those 59 I have also clocked up 46, 587 words, a number of which were probably words you probably couldn't repeat to a 10 year old child.

Doing these blogs isn't just a way for me to vent my anger in a way in which no-one gets hurt and that can occasionally contain the odd bit of mild humour. It's actually a way (if only to myself) proving my writing ability, especially after a knock to my confidence with getting an E in AS English. It's a way for me improve myself, and if you compare my more recent blogs to my first blogs, you can see a change in my sophistication, or at least that's what I see.

Something that I think comes across in my blogs a lot is that I can be slightly cynical. I say slightly cynical, I am actually very cynical. Infact, I'm so cynical that I actually think that Captain Birdseye was only invented to give old fat men with a white beard who were too drunk to play Father Christmas, something to do and that Global Warming would be happening even if Jeremy Clarkson was never born. I also have moments where I think I've just had a stroke of Comedy genius, but turns out it wasn't that funny. An example of this is when I thought up the Captain Birdseye comment a few days ago; I actually had to walk away from my laptop for a few minutes to calm down as I was laughing so much. Turns out, it's not actually that funny a comment.

Something that unfortunately seems to come out in my blog is that I'm a bastard. In the technical sense of the word, I am, but in the modern sense of the word, I'm not. I am actually a rather nice person, honestly. Why I come across as a bit of a bastard is probably because it's hard to be negative about everything and having strong opinions against the silliest of things and still come across as 'an okay guy'.

Every so often in a blog, I write something which I quite like, and makes me laugh. One of my favourites is in a blog which I moaning about the climate of fear we find ourselves in, with constant worry from the possibility of a terrorist attack. "Once upon a time, the Wolf went to extreme lengths to see what was in Little Red Ridding Hoods basket, but now he has to call the Bomb Disposal Unit..." in an attempt to put a mirror up to society and show them how paranoid they are. That's now a line I try and mention at any convenient point.

Assuming you're reading this on my blog, and not on Facebook, you probably would have noticed slight changes with me now having a banner, a slight change in layout and in colour schemes, and now looking more professional than before. A new feature which is available on the blog is a kind of rating system at the bottom of each blog post. You have the option to mark the blog as Funny, Interesting or Boring, but be nice please.
Anyway, for my Facebook readers, here's a link for you to look at the new look. www.im-called-stuart.blogspot.com

Another blog shall come tomorrow, a part two of the 'celebration', and then after that there will be a special blog before returning to normal service with plenty of rants for another year - hopefully!

P.S That's a new thing too, just to add the more 'personal' touch.

Am I Watching Britain's Got Talent or X-Factor?

Okay, that's not exactly a unique observation, a lot of people have commented on how the new format is the same as Britain's Got Talent - even Cowell himself. Anyway, the auditions have come to an end and honest, I don't think the new format is any better or worse. It's just a way of increasing the embarrassment levels for the damn right awful and increasing the confidence of the spectacular, and I suppose that's a good think really, in a kind of twisted way.

There is one major difference between the new format of X-Factor and Britain's Got Talent, and that is the lack of a buzzer and a giant X above the stage. However, to compensate for the loud, annoying, buzzer sound, the X-Factor does allow Dannii Minogue to talk, so they're about equal on the annoying sounds. Another difference between the two is the lack of an Ant and a Dec, as well as not having a twat (Piers Morgan), sitting on the end making silly jokes - Louie Walsh is there for that job.

This is nothing new, and infact, apart from having a few thousand people sitting behind the judges clapping like children’s wind-up toys in the audtions, it's exactly the same. As usual, you can tell right from the beginning of the clip, whether the contestant is going to be fantastic or utterly rubbish. If there is a sob story just before then they'll be great. A tale of someone coping with autism is one and another is losing his job. Also, the background music has become synonymous with the contestants talent ability. If something like the Steptoe & Sons theme tune is played, you instinctively think rubbish. Should something cheery and soft come on you think they'll be great. There aren’t really any surprises in the X-Factor, or indeed any 'reality' show on the goggle box.

The new format does allow the contestant to sing to backing music, as opposed to standing awkwardly in a quiet room like they used to. Having the music to sing to is great for the people with talent, and just enhances how good they sound. However, as always you have the talentless contestants who also sing with music, and it just makes them sound even worse. It makes it easier to tell that they're not in beat, as well as just making their voice sound like someone pleasuring themselves with a hedgehog (not a nice image there - sorry).
In the old format, when you get the final 10, friends and family all started wearing T-shirts with the name and photo of their loved one (basically just a notice board which walks around and cheers) to show support. Now however, almost every contestant comes with an entourage of people wearing white T-shirts with their face on, and you do feel sorry for all those people wasting money to get the T-shirts made and they don't even get through to the next round because the contestant was bloody awful.

I am still amazed by the amount of awfully deluded people that go on the show believing that they really do have 'The X-Factor'. Yet now it's not quite so fun watching them for two reasons. Firstly, because you do (or I did at least), have a great deal of sympathy for that person on stage in front of thousands of people singing badly and just being humiliated. Secondly, people don't retaliate half as much as they used to. Maybe it's because of the great depression caused by Credit Crunch and worrying how to pay the bill for the T-shirts or maybe just because they have an audience. Either way, it's a shame because I really did enjoy watching people shout at Simon.
One great thing about angry contestants is that they all say the same comment ‘I'd like to see Simon go up on stage and sing'. Since when has Simon said he can sing? I don't think he'd ever dispute that he couldn't do it, but he's famous for being reasonably good at producing and judging good talent -that's his job. The mind of a deluded person seems very interesting.

Another thing with contestants, particularly the elderly female ones, is that they are incredibly horny! As are Simon and Louie. It's just a very odd experience to sit and watch a 78 year old women telling Simon she'd like him to be her Toy-Boy, or telling Louie how they admire him for reasons I can't quite comprehend. Then you get the young women who seem to flirt with Cheryl, telling her how they admire her so much and want to be just like her. Sweet, but again slightly odd, but who does Dannii get to flirt with? No-one, bless her.

It does seem whenever Cheryl talks to a fellow scouse person, they begin to sound like they're talking in their own language, and then she uses it as an excuse to get on stage and give them hug. Infact, Cheryl seems to use any excuse to get on stage and hug contestants. As soon as someone begins to cry, she'll jump up and rush onto the stage to save the contestant from the nasty wasty comments.
Nasty comments, aren't really nasty comments though, I think they call it the truth in some social circles. Simon Cowell is famed for being a big, nasty man who wants to crush everyone's dreams, when really he's saying what everyone else is thinking, and because the people can't accept it, it's interpreted into nastiness.

With Louie sitting in place of where Mr Twat would sit on the judging panel of Britain's Got Talent, it does seem Louie has started using some of Morgan's habits. One for example is the bad puns used to say yes or no. To say yes to someone who has just sung a Girls Aloud song, he'll say 'I'll stand by you, it's a yes from me' or to say no to someone who has just sung a Michael Jackson song (as an awful tribute), he'll tell them to 'Beat it'. Just awful.

One last point I have before I'll have to end this long blog, is the Juxtaposition between Simon and Cheryl who usually sit next to each other. Cheryl makes an effort to wear something different and lavish everyday to look 'stunning'. Yet Simon sits wearing the same thing, just alternating the colour of the t-shirt; Jeans and a white or grey t-shirt. Surely he can afford to wear something a bit different, but that's not important, it's a talent show, not a fashion show, so not sure why I felt the need to mention it. Nether-the-less, I did!

The end has come and I think I should tell you not to get too excited at what I'm about to tell you. Susan Boyle is releasing an album in November. I expect every person reading this has just let out an involuntary cheer and is now so exited they've rushed onto Play.com to pre-order the CD (hint of sarcasm there?), so I'll end.

Toodles M’dearys
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P.S. Don't forget Sunday my blog appearance will change and a new blog will be posted, to mark the one year anniversary of me updating my blog, so that's something for you to look forward to.

I Passed My Theory In A Conventional Way

Yes, it is true; stage one of driving tests is complete. Maybe not in flying colours, but a pass is a pass, and no-one was expecting me to pass first time, including me. I probably shouldn't have passed considering I put no effort into it until the day before. Did I read the Highway Code every night? No, I hardly ever read it. However, I'm sure you're all aware of software which can help you pass, which I did use every-so-often, doing mock exams. The software is great for the fact I got pretty much the exact same questions in my real test as my mocks.

Anyway, driving lesson 13 was a very good lesson in my opinion, which means I had four good lessons in a row. Maybe I'm beginning to improve? No. Anyway, lesson 13 included the usual three point turns, reversing around a corner, parallel parking, and reversing into a parking space, as usual. Also done some driving on country roads and didn't crash into any tractors. I did also do an emergency stop, but only to avoid the man who decided to just cross the road. I am starting to think that a lot of people in Canterbury want to die...

Lesson 14, and wasn't one of my more confident lesson due to it being majorly on roads I've never been on, and was the first lesson for a while that I've spent the lesson wanting to just get out of the car. However, I didn't do too many mistakes so was still a rather successful. Obviously, I did a three point turn, parallel parking and reversing around a corner. I'm beginning to get bored of writing the same stuff for every lesson, but there isn't really much humour to be squeezed out of my driving lessons - Sorry.

Anyway, onto Lesson 15 and was my first Saturday morning lesson - and was my favourite lesson to date. We went a bit more adventurous this lesson. We still done a parallel park, three point turn, and reversing around a corner, but I also reversed down a hill and into a parking space (a skill you will never really need) and reversed around a corner into a parking space. It's nice to show off sometimes the stuff you can do.
Due to this being lesson 15, it means me and the driving instructor have been in the same car for 15 hours, and of course you get to know each other and was a lesson I enjoyed not just because I done no mistakes, but because it was the first lesson I felt totally relaxed and had proper conversations with him, so you could say my lessons where starting to look up...

Wrong. Lesson 16 was on a Monday, or in other words, the first day back at school after the school holidays. It wasn’t a good lesson, and possibly my worst to date. After going a few lessons without stalling the car, I was disappointed that I stalled the car so many times I lost count. Also, after improving my gear changes to smooth and un-noticeable, was a shame that a lot of my gear changes where jumpy and very noticeable. However, I did reverse it around a corner and into a parking space and also parallel parked (again), and they were fine, so it wasn't all bad.

Something I realised whilst watching a repeat of Have I Got News For You on Dave, is that my driving instructor looks very much like someone called Bob Marshall-Andrews. For those of you who have a life and don't know anything about politics, he is a Labour MP for Medway, who was famous for his dislike of Tony Blair (during his reign as Prime Minister) and numerous controversies. Anyway, just something I observed and thought I would mention in the blog. Nice to change the subject (if only briefly) from driving onto politics.
Busy week for my blog this week, and a big change is happening on Sunday, so look out for that!
Toodles m’dearys
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After Watching Six Weeks Of Day Time Telly, I Like The Idea Of Suicide...

Welcome back blog readers, and just to reiterate, I'm not contemplating suicide, and if I was, I'm not so shallow that the cause of it would be watching Television. Anyway, there are two reasons for me separating this blog into two parts. A) because of the length; I don't like posting blogs that are so long that no-one is going to bother to read them, so posting it as two blogs give me more versatility to its length. And B) I'm going to mention Thomas the Tank Engine in this blog, and it didn't feel right talking about Sex and Kids TV in the same blog - however, it would have been a nice Juxtaposition.

Compared to night time television, watching television is just as dull. Also, in my title, I've lied again. Not only do I not like the idea of suicide, but I've actually not watched a great deal of television during the day time. Anyway, my current addiction on television during the day is Thomas the Tank Engine on Five. Because it's on early in the morning (about 8:30, which is when I'm still sleeping), I record it, and watch it at some point during the day. It was once my favourite show on Television as a child, and seeing it brought back to life certainly made me laugh when I watched the new stuff for the first time. For example, the theme tune I absolutely hate (however, you can (and I do) sing along to the new one), the original was far much better in my opinion, but then maybe that is because it was the version I was first exposed to, plus the original brings back so many memories.
However, because of new animation technologies, the quality of the show itself now is far better, with the mouths and people actually moving and the Fat Controller (There's also a Thin Controller as well) actually looking more alive, thanks to CGI, compared to his look in the original series which was a novelty salt dispenser. After 321 stories, you'd expect the show to have derailed (see what I done there), but the story lines entertain me just as well as they used to when I was 3 years old. I have a huge collection of Thomas toys from my childhood, kept in a cupboard and I was once a member of the Thomas the Tank Engine fan club, and I suppose I still am, because I've cancelled my membership. I love it, and I'm not ashamed of it!

Anyway, from something I love to something I loathe - The Jeremy Kyle Show. Jeremy, the messiah to the unemployed and host to the stereotypical Pickey families, is possibly one of the worst Television personalities currently on TV; just behind Piers Morgan and Kerry Katona, but just ahead of the Loose Women hags, which I'll get onto soon. He doesn't try and calm down arguments between families and lovers at all, or in any way help, he just gets involved with the ranting himself and ignites it so the audience can get involved which leads to the woman in the tracksuit (yet she only runs when she hears an Ice Cream Van) sobs, so Jeremy can then shout at her cheating boyfriend saying it's his fault, when it's Jeremy shouting in her face, telling her that she shouldn't let him walk all over her.
I will be honest, I watched an episode of the show yesterday, but so I can get material to write about, as I'm not really a big viewer of the show. He seems to have an anger issue as one minute he can be talking calmly to one of his targets, understanding the situation, where the whole time, in his mind he judges them, and then cracks and shouts at them telling them that they need to sort their life out, to which the audience, who he has herded in from the park opposite a Chip Shop, who all clap and boo like a pantomime audience who are high on caffeine from Cherry flavoured coke, thinking it was one of their 5-a-day. The show is essentially everything I hate about Britain and people in general.

Now onto Loose Women, which is a show I couldn't bring myself to watch because they just irritate me because the show is just a live feed of a gathering of middle-aged harpies, sitting around a table gossiping about their husbands and occasionally attempting to have a political conversation about something none of the audience know about and they themselves are trying to attempt to understand. They get one other person, whether they be male or female, to sit in the middle of the 5 caldron stirrers, to plug their new book or TV show and attempt to fit in with their biased views on relationships and celebrities. If these 5 women were alive many centuries ago, they would be considered to be witches and it wouldn't be called a 'TV Show', it would be considered to be coven (a gathering of witches).

Guilty pleasures of mine are these auction programs which are on during the afternoon. A favourite of mine is Dickenson's Real Deal, and I seem to be convinced I know more about the worth of these ancient artefacts and their worth than the experts on the show. When a woman brings a tea set and tells the expert that it has been in her family for over 4 generations and I sit their coming up with a price in my head, and I yell at the television when the expert announces it's worth less than my estimate. Obviously, they're right and I'm usually wrong, but I am still convinced I know more than them.
I quite liked a bit I saw the other day where a man brings on a portrait of a women, and the expert says 'This doesn't really float my boat', and I felt compelled to shout 'Of course it wouldn't, it's a framed piece of canvas, not liquid!' It's all part of my new sarcastic/literal sense of humour, where I take everything serious. It will annoy everyone soon, but anyway, this is my guilty pleasure of the daytime television schedule.

Something else, which can be watched during the night, and during the day, are these dating channels, which are quite funny to sit and watch, and are great for someone with low self esteem to watch, to build it up. I sit and watch it, only for a few minutes, and I read the comments which are posted on the channel, which are people constantly attempting to be vaguely humorous to get a reply to their dating ad. It's just the most pathetic thing to sit and read, but it makes me feel much better about my love situation, however non-existent it is. And it's called 'Rabbit', which in a subconscious way, implies that they'll get a date and have 20 children with them. There's even a channel called 'Gay Rabbit' which does the same thing, but for gay people, but I'm not going to go into the implications of that name...

Now onto the best news for the television schedule this year. Big Brother has now finally finished for this year. Apparently, a woman called Sophie won, and she has very nice assets from pictures I've seen, but it's quite obvious, one of her assets isn't her brains and wit. Either way, I don't care, because it's over and means that television isn't scheduled around live footage of people sleeping and sitting around bitching about everyone else behind their back. That therefore means that Scrubs will now be added to the daily schedule on E4 like it was before, so that's something to look forward to and watch again.

On that happy note, I shall end...
Toodles m’dearys
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After Watching Six Weeks Of Night Time Telly, I Like The Idea Of Suicide...

Actually, that's a lie, I don't like the idea of suicide, and within one sentence I've criticised myself, but that's beside the point - Television is really quite depressing these days. The Summer Holidays have come to an end, and I've not done much, apart from watch TV. We don't have Sky in our house (because apparently I watch too much TV already) so we only have Freeview, but it still offers me plenty of things to watch during the day, and during the night. I'm not used to watching TV during the day, or late at night and it's a very odd experience.

This will be my first two-part blog since April, and the first addition will be on night time telly, which seems to go all very odd once the clock strikes Midnight. Some channels just repeat what was shown during the evening like BBC 3, and Dave do. BBC 1 entertains the deaf with sign language, and they must think deaf people don't need to sleep, or that they are nocturnal. BBC 2 just shows 'The Wire' which everyone raves about, but I've never watched and is followed by hour after hour of news. ITV shows a program called Nightwatch, which I've failed to see the point of. One episode will be of red arrows, and the next will be talking to rape victims. Channel 4, as well as E4 (and Channel 4+1 and E4+1) show constant footage throughout the night of the Big Brother Housemates sleeping - However that'll change tonight, seeing as today is the last day this year’s Big Brother.
I heard the best news last week, which is that we only have to cope with one more year of the insufferable Big Brother. I wasn't sure how to celebrate. I can't help but feel it was thanks to me, if only slightly, because of my blog moaning about Big Brother a few weeks ago, and my numerous blogs complaining about Jade Goody. Feel free to thank me. I must say thank-you, to you I suppose, for making Big Brother less popular and making Channel 4 executives realise that it’s shit. Next year will be the eleventh year, and that's far too long for it to have carried on.

Anyway, back to night time telly. Five do a show called 'Quiz Call', when it's not showing American sports for some reason, which seems to be a theme of a lot channels during the early hours of the day. There are channels which are dedicated to them, and they allow people who are even too stupid to understand the rules of ‘Deal or no Deal’ to win small amounts of cash. It offers questions like 'Name something you'd find in a woman's handbag'. One answer was 'Raw plugs' and another was 'A Bandana'. I suppose you never know when you could be asked to sneak into a building site without being seen to put a shelf up on a brick wall.
You can also play Roulette on the Telly, which is something which is shown on numerous channels. All these quizzes are hosted by stupid, blonde girls and boys. I say host, they actually just work as a call operator while being filmed by a TV camera. All they do is ask what the callers answer is and tell them if it's right or wrong. Mind you, it's a step higher in Television land than working on a 'Male Entertainment Channel' as I believe they're called.

Channels like 'BabeSation' and 'Partyland' are part of this category, where a women lays provocatively in front of a camera for a few hours, while they talk to people (I can guarantee you, they're mostly men) on the phone, while thrusting their hips as if their pelvis is somehow having an epileptic fit, while wear tongs and maybe even bra if they're a bit self-conscious. You're probably sitting there thinking that this appeals to me, seeing as I am a single, male teenager, but you know what, you're wrong. I actually find it rather repulsive, especially when they occasionally talk - they're not exactly the most educated of people, but then that's probably made obvious by their job.
The writing at the bottom of the screen always makes me laugh when it says 'Call now, for a chat' which reminds of a Lee Evans joke, and I find myself in hysterics watching what is essentially, a porn channel. In the words of Lee Evans, 'Who's calling her for a chat, why don't they just say it - Call now, FOR A WANK!'

Adverts during the night are also very odd. They're always trying to sell you a JML product which will in some way improve your life and trick you into thinking 'I do need a vacuum cleaner which I can carry on my back, just like a backpack' and even 'You know, I've always wanted a mop that can steam clean hard floor surfaces’. These are things which we've lived without quiet happily, but for some reason, we now require. If they're not doing that, they're sex related. Whether it's for a sex chat line, or a dating text service, they're odd adverts. Sex chat lines are just like the channels I've just spoken about, but you can't see them, and they're probably a 50-something, overweight women walking around the house cleaning, while pretending to be an 20 year old, slender, busty blonde. The dating text services can manipulate just as easily. Think you're texting a local women, who sounds like the woman of your dreams and is apparently outgoing, yet no-one actually knows of her? It's probably a computer.
Maybe I'm too cynical, and it is all real and people have found true love with real people, but then at least if I'm cynical, I am less likely to want to try and I can save myself £1.50 every time I text the comput - I mean an attractive female.

Something I watched for the first time a few weeks ago is the Kerry Katona documentary about her 'normal' life on TMF. I say I watched it, I don't think being mesmerised and intrigued by it for five minutes before changing the channel and being ashamed with myself, is really watching it. I seemed to be more ashamed of myself for watching a few moments of Kerry Katona than I was after watching a few minutes of Babestation, but then I'm weird like that. The bit I saw was Kerry moaning about something in which was printed in the newspaper about her and laying on the bed, paying no attention to her child or her husband and talking to the camera. I've been assured that is the basis of every episode apart from the occasional time where she goes to a physiatrist for some reason I couldn't care less about. At least I now know I've not been missing anything of any slight interest.

I've come to the conclusion, that if I want to watch something which is slightly more interesting that what is on the television after Midnight, I could just switch my Lava Lamp on, and watch it for hour upon hour, while simultaneously waiting for white paint to dry and constantly boiling a kettle, just for the sake of it while flicking through a catalogue of women's clothing. Or in other words, it's very dull and tedious but can deliver the occasional bit of excitement.

I'm pleased with that analogy; I'm getting in practice. Anyway, I shall end the blog on that slightly humorous point and I'll be back tomorrow with a blog on daytime television.

Toodles m’dearys
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