I have tried to resist, but frankly I missed MTV too much. I like watching babies being born on the Discovery channel. I want to learn about wine on the new wine channel, and there is a documentary about Sam Taylor Wood I want to watch on Artsworld on sunday…
I hate myself for loving Tv as much as I do. I watch too much and I worry it means I’ve got no life. It isn’t normal to know the inside of The Vic as well as you your own bedroom. It isn’t normal to lie in bed worrying about whether Shelley will ever work up the guts to leave Charlie. It’s kind of sad. I am kind of sad.
So today I have signed back up to Sky Tv. Mark and I can resume dancing in the living room. I can watch obscure German dramas like Heimat (" A moving and complex story about the various meanings of ‘homeland’ ), teach myself the joys of Umbrian cooking and watch house programmes till the cows come home. My life will be vastly improved. I will be "accomplished" in the most old fashioned sense of the word and astound Mark with my new found intellecualism…
Oh, and did I mention I will be able to watch Big Brother 24hrs a day?
I know admitting I adore Big Brother will probably ruin every illusion you have ever held about me, but such is life. I am human after all.
I need to know whether Roberto will survive another day without food.
At least I don’t buy Heat.