The boyfriend laughed at me the other day – no big surprise there as I seem to be a constant source of amusement to him. Never mind the old, “I’m laughing with you, not at you” line, that doesn’t make sense when I’m always having to look perplexed and ask, ‘What are you laughing at?”
We were settling down to watch our current favourite TV treat, ITV1’s “Love Island” (about which we’re both distraught that we shall be on holiday when the grand finale airs). We’re both hooked on the adventures of La Anderton and her many vile personalities, the mewings of Playboy bunny Colleen, and their merry band of freaks and attention seekers. And we shall both forever remember the hideous war in Lebanon as having been bizarrely scheduled by the bigwigs at ITV to appear sandwiched between the two nightly episodes of “Love Island”.
The reason for his humour is best summed up by my friend Ben, who made a remarkably similar comment in an email to me only this morning: "I can't believe you're watching "Love Island". Still, makes for an interesting juxtapotision - "Love Island" and "Ulysses" - I imagine those two don't cross paths too often. I have no intention of ever reading "Ulysses", I'm afraid to say. Life is too short for that kind of thing as far as I am concerned, it sounds far too much like hard work to me. But good for you ploughing through it."
And my favourite thing about "Love Island" - Paul Danan and his Lilo Banter (see picture). Bring back the Danan!