Firstly reader this is a short & sweet post, I haven’t compiled a list of all the things in life that annoy me, or all the little habits I may have noticed Mr T is practicing around the house now we seem to be house mates, that would be a read of biblical proportion, if I ever decide to write it I will give appropriate warning to gather snacks.
I’ve been off work this week and I promised myself I would blog at least once, so here’s an attempt, AND I have a little idea in the bag for Monday I’m working on too, so I’m sure you’ll all be right on the edge of your seats with baited breath for that too.
I can fast see this becoming a regular slot but tonight my topic of torment is
So called reality TV, and the thing that has got me on my high horse this week is a particular news story about one of the stars of these absolute pieces of trash, which Mr T brought to my attention last night…
The whole thing wound me right up, not on a serious Ebola scale level but it got on my tits enough to make it here at least. I cannot get my head around how you can be suspended from reality TV, surely it is impossible to be late for what is supposedly your actual life?????
And herein lies the problem. It’s not real life. These bimbos and talent-less morons are being paid to read a script and go on holidays or nights out to have rows and pretend relationships from what I can gather. I find the whole thing bizarre, yet millions of people, intelligent people, some of whom are my friends seem to be tuning in every week.
Truly the mind baffles…