i love juice

It's monday evening and i'm sat on my slightly busted couch with the last drop of a very fine bottle of red and while i surf the net and read all the very different blogs that i'm enjoying at the moment my partner sits and flicks through the channels. i say flicks because as usual there is pretty much fuck all on worth watching ( this is why after a conversation with thud the other night iv started to download a series a Macgyver, love it). but while she goes through the channels i see what more crap is to come such as someones bright idea to share with us the inside life of Kerry Katona, this common Warrington chav with serious mental problems famed now more so for the iceland adverts than for the fact she was in some girl band. why, i ask do people really want to watch the honestly ugly bint. she sounds and acts like shes in her 40's. im aware she had some drug issues but when they said calm down im sure they didnt mean turn you life into some sad effort living on iceland food and having shite tv come in a watch you for a few weeks.
then we move to the more entertaining issue of wife swap. this pile of horse shit basically splits two very different families up in the hope that there will be a scrap, why dont they just put cage fighting on the TV and then we wouldnt have to go through half and hour of complete regurgitated matter to see a fight, or even better re runs of the WWF there is way more truth in that.
im really starting to understand why men take control of the remote because you really can not give this responsibility to the ladies not when the likes of dancing on ice or this e4 vanity lair is ripping the life out of people. im so glad i went out today and got some fresh sea air or im sure i would have had to have sat through that twat Jeremy Kyle.