Two Things:

One. Green Wing. Alright, so I am very quick to judge; I have only ever watched a grand total of about an hour and a half of this program, but what the fuck. It is terrible. It cannot decide if it wants to be a serious drama, with mounting tension throughout the hour (or seventy minutes or however long it is), or an overly immature, slapstick, ridiculous comedy. The plot wore thin on me, and like I said, I haven't even watched two episodes. The main sources of humour seem to revolve around 'bum-sex', 'poo jokes' (which strike a personal chord as well) and horrendous awkwardness built on sexual tension (like Peep Show, except poorly executed). To summarise: Green Wing, in my opinion, is the worst television program I have watched in a long time. And I caught some Big Brother earlier.
Perhaps I am being a bit harsh, but this could be explained psychologically: every time I have watched it, not only have I been sucked dry of all enthusiasm, but I seem to be unwanted by my friends, even when the only reason I'm watching it is because it was insisted by them that I should be present and the I would enjoy it. This brings us onto item two.

A few days ago, I was invited to come to Charlotte's house tonight. At first I declined, my reason being, "No thanks, I don't really like Green Wing," but I was assured that it wouldn't be a 'Green Wing evening', and that I should come. As it turns out, Alissa passed her driving test earlier today (congratulations), so I thought it would be a good idea if she picked me up and we went to Charlotte's; I like being driven, and was anxious to be driven somewhere by Alissa.
So we got there and, lo and behold, Green Wing was on. I plonked on the piano for a few seconds just to irritate people (but quite obviously as a joke, however some people were not amused). On a side note, Alissa popped off to see George and said she'd come back to drive me home. So I went and sat in the living room. It wasn't bad at first: there was conversation. But then the television volume got turned up to combat the talking. So I sat in silence and held my tongue for as long as I could. But it got to a point where I just couldn't be fucked anymore, so I made a few snidely comments. I probably shouldn't have, but I don't regret it, and I'd probably do it again. That program is truly awful, I don't care what anyone else says.
So then I got a glare or two, someone even said, "well if you don't like it, don't watch it!"
Fine then. So I got up and went and sat in the kitchen in silence, alone, for an hour.
I am so glad I spent my evening with my friends. This is very bitchy, and I imagine half the people I'm talking about will probably read this. But this is how I feel, so this is what I write.
Anyway, by the time I'd been driven back to Eltham (very kindly by Alissa, thank you) I was in a mood and it was midnight, so she didn't come in. So we didn't get to spend any time together, either. Fucking great.

Jack out.