On Friday nights, if the boy's out on the town, I tend to spend most of the evening either reading blogs or sewing. But I set the alarm for 9.30 pm, to avoid missing Project Runway (last week they had to create outfits for a flock of sassy transvestites - surely the most interesting challenge so far this season).
But when the boy is at home (which is true most Friday evenings - I'm so glad he's not one of those husbands who lives for Friday night at the pub with the lads), I spend less time at the sewing machine or with a Macbook warming my lap. It's usually tubby-telly time.
Right up until a few months ago I managed to not watch America's Next Top Model. But then I started watching, and...anyway the result is that now I watch New Zealand's Next Top Model because it fills the time slot once inhabited by the American one. And the strange thing is, in my own very limited viewing experience of these two shows, I find the Kiwi girls seem so much bitchier. It's kind of surprising, since we Kiwis are like the Canadians of the Antipodes. Or maybe the NZ show is just playing up the bitchiness more?
Right after the showful of legs and cheekbones, is Rove. I just don't find Rove very funny. The only interesting thing about it is that the host looks remarkably like someone I used to work for. He wasn't particularly witty either.
And then it's Project Runway and all is right with the world again.