i wonder how one gets a job as a tv reviewer. i just read sophie cunningham's secret tv diary, and have realised that i would like a parallel to that job - i could write a weekly column on crap tv, crap ads, and other things that crap me off which might pop into my mind while watching crap tv. crap crap crap. good theory. hmmm.
last night at the local went well. crowd was tough, but i managed to put a chink in their armour. am re-appearing at the local on sept 15. yay!