July 14th 2006
I settled down Â to watch a few more episodes of The Sopranos at about ten to seven.
â€œAnd what do you think your doing?â€ said the wife.
â€œWatching The Sopranos.â€
â€œAnd what about my Emmerdale? And my Coronation Street? And my East Enders?â€ (My wife has many more television programs which she prefixesâ€™s with the word â€˜Myâ€™. Once sheâ€™s taken them to her bosom like this and made them hers they are then Sacrosanct and must be watched come what may. She once left the delayed Funeral of her favourite uncle wile they were carrying him up the aisle in a coffin because she didnâ€™t want to miss Home and Away. A few more of her â€˜Myâ€™ programs are my Footballerâ€™s Wives, my Richard and Judy and my My Family. If it ever gets to my Ant and Dec Iâ€™m leaving her).
Thereâ€™s a telly in the bedroom,â€ I said, â€œYou can watch My Emmerdale and My Coronation Street and My East Enders on that.â€
â€œYou can watch The Supremos in the bedroom.â€
â€œThe DVD player is down here.â€
â€œWell take it upstairs.â€
â€œLook Vera love, I can do without this, Iâ€™ve had a difficult couple of days, I had to shoot a dog.â€
â€œYou enjoyed that.â€
â€œIt would be much, much easier if you got yourself upstairs to watch the telly.â€
â€œEasier for you, you mean. Anyway Iâ€™ve got use to watching Corrie on a Plasma screen now, itâ€™s a lot more realistic on a Plasma screen.â€
â€œCoronation Street would be more realistic if The Hobbit took over the Roverâ€™s Return and Conan the Barbarian walked in and fucked Shelley on the bar top while Emily and Rita formed a queue.â€
I finally got down to watching The Sopranos after My Bad Girls.