What The Hell Was I Going To Talk About?
Having said that I'd spotted loads I thought blogworthy while I've been silent, I can't remember any of it now I come to have a go.
Come on, come on:
Okay - I'll start with Big Brother, which David remains addicted to. There's a lot to be said for sitting reading or at the PC while he gets worked up by the freaks and nutters in the house. It's weirdly entertaining without at any time forcing one to get involved in what's going on.
Last week, after the evil bitchy one had been nominated and took it very badly, proceding to be even more bitchy, rather than less, the air was punctuated with cries of "and *that's* why everyone hates you". When the wannbe Footballer's Wife was also venting about having been nominated, David gained a new catchphrase: "Who *is* she? Who *is* she?" accompanied by an arms thrown out gesture with resonances of Servalan.
Honestly, it's better than the telly.