I know, I should probably do a post on Kyle Sandilands, I'm so not hip!
Still, there are better things in life to waste my time (and typing fingers on).
Like Spicks and Specks.
A while back, I blogged about my (almost) complete disinterest in television. In it, I mentioned that Spicks and Specks was one of the only shows that actually bother watching.
Well sadly last night it came to an end. And despite the fact that I forgot to watch it more often than not, I'll miss it.
'Cause Spicks and Specks was a show I was comfortable with. It made me laugh, it gave me a chance to see a range of cool musical type people in funny situations...
...and it made me feel smart.
When I was younger, I could identify most songs within the first few bars. And as I grew older I got better at it. And I developed a fairly encyclopedic knowledge of music and musicians.
A totally useless skill I thought, until I realised that Alan Brough and Myf Warhurst got paid to do it every week. Bastards! I could have been so good on that show!
Because I'm not super intelligent, no matter how much I yearn to be so. Oh, I'm not dumb, but I've never been one of those intelligent, witty types that have a snappy answer for everything and seem to come up with the answer effortlessly.
When I'm watching Spicks and Specks I am smart. I can answer a lot of the questions. My family tell me how good I am at it. And it makes me feel good.
So it's not just the cool music, laughter and funky sets that I'll miss, it's also the world-beating feeling of awesomeness.
Thanks for the memories guys...(oh, and I'll see you next month at the Spicks and Speck-tacular!)