No televisual resolve
Starbuck [15:49]
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In addition to the football, another thing I had resolved to try to distance myself from this Summer was Big Brother.
I have failed dismally.
I started out, not exactly disliking the current crop of housemates, but more downright HATING the lot of them.
But now I have to admit that my good intentions have crumbled, and I'm more hooked than ever before. I may even consider voting, perish the thought.
I realised the seriousness of the situation when BB Stuart made a guest appearance in one of my dreams the other night. For those of you who're not acquainted with Sheriff Stuart, he's so flickin' laid-back that he's not only lieing down but his cowboy hat has gone through red-shift as well. Until recently I'd thought of him as a bit of a berk, but in my dream says otherwise - he'd even become a part of my "gang" of former school mates, for pity's sake (the scenario: having been trapped in a submarine berthed in a fjord off Disneyland, we'd somehow managed to escape; however we'd accidentally left our shoes on the sinking vessel.)
I'm so rubbish! Rubbish televisual habits, rubbish dreams. Let me off!