I've just sat through an hour of a child screaming at and slapping its parents. Jesus I have no idea how those people cope with the little brats, I imagine I was no angel as a child, I'm brattish enough as it is, in an indignant way, I don't have hysterical temper tantrums (just tantrums about the prospect of putting food in my mouth but thats for another day). I was far too wary of getting on the wrong side of my Dad to even consider being such a little twat.
I honestly think the government should look into using episodes of Supernanny as a contraceptive because if anyone watches that programme and still chooses to have a child then seriously they should be put away somewhere because surely thats not normal? Or is it me who isn't normal? I've never wanted children or at least not that I recall, even less after watching that programme. Seriously, at one point I thought the Sky+ had suffered a glitch and crossed part of it with The Exorcist, it was only when the child had yet to vomit all over the bed or for her head to do a total 360 turn that I realised it was still Supernanny.
I've now put some fly on the wall style programme The Family on, it looks just as infuriating as Supernanny. Thankfully Mr T isn't here. If he was no doubt he would be as infuriated by me shouting at the tv as I am by the things on the tv. This is where having a laptop is dangerous because I am so going to throw something at the tv. No, I'll just change channel and see what other dysfunctional bunch of idiots are being broadcast elsewhere...Or at least I would if all of the channels hadn't been shifted round and I can no longer find anything.
Mr T is on his way home, Family Guy will be on soon enough no doubt. Or something painfully dull about archaeology, gardening or engines. Christ if he ever finds a programme where an engine from 1800 is dug up in a garden he'll think he's died and gone to heaven.
Oh my god, when did I become so middle aged? Its hideous to think that I am sitting here moaning about the tv. I am going to end up such a Daily Mail reader if I'm not careful.
Note to self. Work on getting a life. A life which doesn't involve wearing an apron and listening to Radio 4 whilst baking scones.
I honestly think the government should look into using episodes of Supernanny as a contraceptive because if anyone watches that programme and still chooses to have a child then seriously they should be put away somewhere because surely thats not normal? Or is it me who isn't normal? I've never wanted children or at least not that I recall, even less after watching that programme. Seriously, at one point I thought the Sky+ had suffered a glitch and crossed part of it with The Exorcist, it was only when the child had yet to vomit all over the bed or for her head to do a total 360 turn that I realised it was still Supernanny.
I've now put some fly on the wall style programme The Family on, it looks just as infuriating as Supernanny. Thankfully Mr T isn't here. If he was no doubt he would be as infuriated by me shouting at the tv as I am by the things on the tv. This is where having a laptop is dangerous because I am so going to throw something at the tv. No, I'll just change channel and see what other dysfunctional bunch of idiots are being broadcast elsewhere...Or at least I would if all of the channels hadn't been shifted round and I can no longer find anything.
Mr T is on his way home, Family Guy will be on soon enough no doubt. Or something painfully dull about archaeology, gardening or engines. Christ if he ever finds a programme where an engine from 1800 is dug up in a garden he'll think he's died and gone to heaven.
Oh my god, when did I become so middle aged? Its hideous to think that I am sitting here moaning about the tv. I am going to end up such a Daily Mail reader if I'm not careful.
Note to self. Work on getting a life. A life which doesn't involve wearing an apron and listening to Radio 4 whilst baking scones.
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