The week when I decide to start letting the entire world know what I do with my life turns out to be one of the most boring ones I've ever spent in London. Saturday excepted (it was marvellous) I haven't been out and had fun for about two weeks. It's a blunt reminder of just how dull TV really is. If the week was normally like this for me, I'd know why Andy from Eastenders is such an angry little man. I'd know why Vernon Kay has a TV show. I'd know why Channel 4 won an Emmy for news coverage.
I'm glad I don't.
And I'm having real trouble not watching NY/LON. It's getting great reviews, not just from TimeOut, but from people I know, but I have this terrible feeling it'll just upset me.
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