nunoncastors

I watch television; I read books, magazines and newspapers, I listen to music and I roam the web. However, I’ve no idea who “The Apprentice” is, what HEAT is for, what the WAGs are or who is currently number one in the charts. It’s not down to elitism; it’s just the case that popular culture is not my thing. Certain aspects of it at least.

For a start, I simply don’t understand the appeal of programs such as Big Brother, in much the same way that I don’t understand all these white kids from middle England calling each other ‘blud’ and doing poor imitations of Jamaicans. You’re a gangster are you? Then why’s your name Kevin? It baffles me, it really does.

I picked up a copy of ‘Nuts’ the other week, and that baffled me too because it seems to be marketed at binge-drinking morons.

What really puzzles me though, what really confuses the arse off me, is the reaction I receive when, part way through a conversation I ask an innocent question such as, “who is Keeley?”

Seriously, you’d think I’d just shouted my love for the work of the Third Reich at the top of my lungs while simultaneously butchering a whore. Remember that scene from Invasion of the Body Snatchers? The one where they all point and shriek at the interloper? It’s not a million miles away.