Living TV...and how it hooks you
On Friday morning, innocently wandering through the sitting room, I found Pamela watching TV. Upon enquiry, I was informed that Living TV were showing the entire series of Canada's Next Top Model. 'Yes', my darling sister soberly quipped, 'Next Top Model is worldwide baby!' So I parked my lazy, tracksuited butt on the sofa and watched...and watched...and watched...and watched, until I was so insanely gripped that when I had to leave to go to Guy and Gillian's party that evening I had to ask Pamela to text me who of the final two had won - stick-thin Andrea, who cried ALL the goddamn time whether happy, sad or angry; or sporty, gymnast-type Alanna who actually seemed very sane in comparison.
Anyways, true to industry standards, the waif-like Andrea won, unsurprisingly bursting into tears at the news of her victory......I felt somewhat cheated at having sat through an entire day of modelling drama I had been unable to watch the final 15 minutes...but that's what Living TV does to you - turns you into a crazy zombie who is mad enough to practice catwalk walking in your living room :)
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