I have discovered a guilty pleasure. I'm actually a little ashamed to be talking about it. I feel cheap, a bit dirty....
Okay - here goes nothing. I'll share it with you.
I am a fan of Desperate Housewives.
I never meant to watch this. I'd read a fair bit about this in my Sunday paper, in advance of the first episode last week, but was fairly sure I'd not bother. Surely this kind of thing doesn't appeal to someone like me? When the series premiere went out last Wednesday, I was busy writing a post on the interest accrued on third world debt, for heaven's sake.... I even made a comment about it over at Exploring Arvavis (feel free to have a chuckle at this point Aravis)
Sadly for me, when we got home from Worthing on Sunday night, we flopped out in front of the TV to watch the first episode of the new series of ER (I'm going off this a bit, but C. remains a big fan - I think she only likes me because I look a little bit like Dr. Mark Greene). The first couple of episodes of Desperate Housewives were on straight afterwards, and we made the classic mistake of staying for the first five minutes. We watched the whole of the first one, and taped the second one to watch tonight.
It's great. It's really funny and quite wry... not at all what you might expect from a major US network like ABC (this kind of stuff is usually associated with HBO isn't it?).
Early days, to be sure, but I think I can kiss all my high-brow pretensions goodbye.
Then again, if Germaine Greer can appear on celebrity Big Brother, perhaps all things are possible, right?
Today is now
14 hours ago