It was a Friday evening
Life was good.

I had come home from band practise where the new songs were coming along nicely and the old ones had sounded great.

Dinner was in the oven, QI had just finished and I casually flicked the TV over to Channel Four. The adverts were still in full flow, so I chatted to my flat mate a bit, knowing that the half an hour to follow wouldn't involve any talking, just lots of laughing.

My subconscious detected it first and an overwhelming sense of frustration, deep and bitter annoyance, and, ultimately, disappointment washed over me. My concious mind faltered for a moment, then came the realisation that something was very, very wrong.

What was it? That music, that doesn't sound like... it's not what... wait... it can't be... surely, no. Fuck my boots, this isn't Peep Show. This is big brother. Peep Show is finished and in its place is the deepest scrapings to come from the shittiest telly barrel ever coopered.

In all my years I fail to remember many occasions where I felt more was wrong in the world.
( Moey, Thu 26 Jun 2008, 15:21, 3 replies)

Oh no!
That's awful. I'm so glad I knew Peep show was finished, at least I wasn't surprised by it.
(clumsyeloquence is a girl, Thu 26 Jun 2008, 15:52, closed)

BB
For three phuqing months, with the olympics in the middle so no place to hide when it rains.
(Benzyl, Thu 26 Jun 2008, 17:09, closed)

It is always
a huge disappointment that there's yet another series of big brother, this is intensified beyond belief when the realisation of this coincides with the realisation that Peep Show has finished for another series.

I almost wept...
( Moey, Thu 26 Jun 2008, 17:26, closed)