This post brought to you by a snarling change of the radio station.
I hate the The X-Factor. Despise it, in fact. I think it's the most puerile piece of junk ever to be shown on terrestial TV, pipping even Big Brother to the post - and yet I can't seem to get away from it, even when I shut off the telly.
It's discussed and analysed on the radio, it's on the front page of the papers (I mean, WTF?) and I even can't get away from it at work. Shall I describe to you the blank do-not-compute expression on my co-worker's face when I explain to them - yet again - that I don't watch it?
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh.
On the plus side, Octocon next weekend! Yay!
It's discussed and analysed on the radio, it's on the front page of the papers (I mean, WTF?) and I even can't get away from it at work. Shall I describe to you the blank do-not-compute expression on my co-worker's face when I explain to them - yet again - that I don't watch it?
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh.
On the plus side, Octocon next weekend! Yay!