Here we are again. To be honest, I was a little disappointed when Married At First Sight time came around yet again. Channel 9 has managed to take an entertaining and enjoyable show and turn it into something that feels more like a marathon torture session.
The year is 1996. I’m in Grade 2 and my hobbies include ballet classes, reading The Saddle Club, and joining forces with my friends to perform Spice Girls routines for my classmates (I was Baby Spice, obviously). My arch nemesis is Rebecca Smith, because she has managed to collect every single one of the collectable Spice Girls photos (so not much has changed, really). Enter the greatest album the world has ever seen: Spice World.
Let’s be real: whether you’re sitting in a car crawling along the freeway, or squashed on a peak hour train between someone sniffling 15 times a minute and someone who thinks the whole world wants to listen to their crappy music, commutes suck. One scientifically-proven* way to make your commute suck just a little less is to listen to a podcast. And the good news is, there’s one for every interest!
These guys have been accused of everything, form being dead to being the illuminati or Iranian spies.
What seems like just a catchy pop hit is actually so much more. Touching on themes that include ancient history, architecture, geography and world religions, what Justin is really giving us is a valuable life lesson on what happens when one gets too big for one’s boots.
Last week we imagined a wonderful world in which I am the next Bachelorette Australia and countless (well...18) well-dressed men in their 20s and 30s are desperate for me to glance their way. Which isn't that far from the truth of my day-to-day life really (guess that's why it's called 'reality' TV). Time for part 2 of my fantasy casting.
This year, producers have made the interesting and frankly genius decision to cast Sophie Monk as the leading lady. But let's pretend for a second that they didn't. Let's imagine they cast someone else. Someone closer to home. Or closer to my home at least, because we’re pretending they cast me.