No Challenge.
How’s a man supposed to bitchily tweet about a group of affluent,
well-read, highbrow yet style-bereft individuals if BBC2
decides not to broadcast this week’s University Challenge?
It’s like the
goalposts have shifted. Until today this was my weekly ritual. However
good or bad my Monday may have been, I could settle down in front of the television
at around 7:30pm to 8ish to mock a handful of people who are more intelligent, yet more self-conscious than me. It’s not much to hold on to but it’s still
something. It helps me keep a sense of perspective; however bad I feel about
myself, there’s always somebody out there with a worse haircut; in the case of
the contestants of this Paxman-fronted vehicle, at least eight of them on any
given week. I’m also capable of choosing an appropriate jacket.
Tonight, my
weekly mental leveller was removed, to make way for a Simply Nigella: Christmas
Special. This simply (Nigella) isn’t good enough. It's not a Monday
without Tilling’s overly enthusiastic voice-overs and Paxman's
impatient
grilling of the male contestants and subtle flirting with the women. I also
don’t know where I am without the final gong, as I usually set my watch by it.