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OK, so its not for a long time, mind, but there was this unusual period, and it still, to this day, perplexes me and arrests my self-observing curiosity, when I somehow ended up, late at night, watching, and enjoying, consecutive episodes of Two Pints of Lager and a packet of Crisps. It never made me laugh, occasionally made me grimace, but I found it strangely compelling, and even developed a minor crush on the posh twit friend of the sassy 'heroine' who was also an MTV presenter for a short stint.
Bizarre.
I found it all strangely endearing and wrapped-up-in-a-duvet-at-3-am comforting, somehow.
Forgive me.
My Family, you say? Jeezus |
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