It's 7.30 p.m. on Monday. Time for millions of Britons to sit down and watch Coronation Street and time for me to hide upstairs until it's all over. Apparently I now have an international audience, so for the benefit of my reader in Malaysia I should perhaps explain that Coronation Street is a British TV soap opera set in the fictitious Manchester neighborhood of Weatherfield, which is inhabited exclusively by monumentally stupid people.
I haven't always found it necessary to avoid Corrie so religiously, and have at times engaged with it in the past. However, following the failure of my "Hang Deirdre" campaign in the wake of her conviction for being a fucking moron, I decided enough was enough.
Not that I haven't occasionally lapsed. The bastards who write the show are clever enough to include just enough wit and comedy to lull you into a false sense of security before whacking you with a load of domestic violence, child abduction and bloody Gail whatever her name is.
It also occurs to me that I ought to be able to sit through 30 minutes of television without hiding behind the sofa or yelling at the screen "Don't do that, you twat !!!". I'm hoping that the counselling will help with this, but I still think I'd rather watch Doctor Who. I'd sooner take my chances with the Cybermen.
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