No, it's not Fleetwood Mac - I've already confessed to that one.
The other day Lewd Bob outed himself as a MasterChef fan, and from my high-horse in my ivory tower and other cliches, I scoffed hard and loud. Reality TV? Bah. It's beneath me. I'm better than that. Much, much better, and youse are all philistines and plebs for succumbing to that garbage.
But who am I kidding? I have my own christmas pie. See, I'm mates with this high-art musician, a nerdy intellectual Jewish chick with perfect pitch who's hot as, and anyway, a few months ago, she confessed to me that she has a thing for US cop shows, and somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind suddenly crap US cop shows were validated.
With the power of Foxtel subscription, I tried them all. CSI: Whatevers, Law & Order: Whatevers, Without A Trace, Cold Case, even fucking Monk. I hated them all. Especially 'CSI: Miami' - what's with that guy, with his lopsided glances, creepy drawl and sunnies too-small? I kinda liked Law & Order: Criminal Intent the first couple of times, mainly because of the main guy, Vincent D'Apostrophe or whatever, but then he started to shit me because he was way too insightful, and anyway, I detected a pattern... whodunnit? The first person they come across, that's whodunnit.
But there was one I fell in love with, and now I cannot get enough of it. NCIS. Oh, how awesome is that? It's so.... slick, and tidy.
I'm totally in love with the character of Ziva, the Mossad chick (though I was upset to find that the actress ain't Israeli), I want to hang with Abby, DiNozzo and McGee, and I want Gibbs as my uncle or something. I know I know, it's all so staged and the speed of their forensic research is the stuff of science-fiction, and you can play a vigorous game of 'count the cliches' with every character, but, I can't help it, I fricken love it.
Oh the shame.