TV wasteland: last night we were reduced to deciding between The Worst Jobs in History and the Miss Universe Pageant.
I enjoy looking at gorgeous women as much as the next guy, but I discovered last night that these pageants are designed for women not men, when I found myself wanting to watch something else, while my partner was clearly enjoying the cheese-ridden contest.
You would think that watching perfect-looking babes parade around in skimpy evening gowns and tight bikinis on high heels would be anything but boring, wouldn’t you? But there it was. I was bored out of my mind.
I was much more interested in watching Tony Robinson get covered in leeches.