Monday, June 28, 2004

Even my mother...

was watching the football. I can't quite explain how unlikely this is to me. She's renowned for not having read anything written in the past 250 years, listened to any music composed in the last hundred, I mean this is incredible!

And then she made out we were odd for not having watched it.

I just don't like football - I don't think its wrong, or pointless or anything. The Doctor doesn't like it either. It certainly isn't that we are particularly highbrow - I love intellectual stuff, but also Friends, chicklit and most films with Meg Ryan in. But football, I can't get excited about.

Next thing I know, she'll be watching Big Brother. Now then the fabric of the universe would really be warped.
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