However much I feel pressure to dislike it, I can't get enough of crap tv. I call it "crap tv", but I guess that's just what most of my associates think of it as. I'm not sure what it is in me that makes me attracted to the blubbing masses who flood the Saturday night tv schedules, from the comments and general attitude of my family, I'm pretty sure it's not genetic.
I would like to blame this obsession on having a family and finding myself easily settling into the comfortable middle stage of life, where we all gather round the idiots lantern of a Saturday night throwing metaphorical eggs at Simon Cowell and thinking that life can't get much better. Or, maybe I could blame the weather? It's pretty cold now, the nights have well and truly drawn in, maybe there isn't anything else to do but watch this stuff?
Alas, I fear that these excuses are sadly not enough to absolve me of any blame. Although I have a family, there certainly isn't any approaching comfortable laziness creeping in that I can see. The hours that we notch up infront of the box as a family unit are pretty minimal actually and I've never been one for the summer months, so the winter suits me perfectly.
So, what is it?
I don't know.
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