Saturday Night TV Sucks!!

I have removed my head from the oven long enough to quickly post why I am trying to top myself. The Elster is watching some abomination called Eurovision Dance Contest, and if that is not bad enough, she is giving me a running commentary as it unfolds. At this juncture in my short existence, I have realised why I try to spend as many Saturdays as possible inebriated down the pub. This stupid arse show is gayer than the JMF dressed in pink at an ABBA gig. Viewing a full series of Grey's Anatomy seems like nectar from heaven at this point. I am off to dig out the paracetamols and a bottle of whiskey. See you in the afterlife.