An Apology

I'm sorry. I'm really, really, sorry.

Last night I watched the Footy Show.

It's the one thing that does make me a bad person, and I'll be repenting for the rest of my days.

In their defence, there was some actual discussion of rugby league, although once more Gus Gould did a piece to camera about the delights of State of Origin that completely passed me by. I dissemble, it was pants. Really, really, cringe inducing. At any moment I expected him to stand up, put his hand on his heart and start talking about Gallipoli and the ANZAC spirit whilst the tune of Advance Australia Fair kicked off in the background.

The absolute pinnacle of the show came at about 11 o'clock. As I was pottering around preparing to go to bed I noticed that they had a band on, doing a particularly awful song. As I paid a bit more attention the full horror hit me. There was a female lead singer doing a particularly poor Bonnie Tyler impression belting out some truly awful words to a generic 12 bar rock tune. The chorus was (and I'm not making this up); "State of mind, State of play, State of origin"

Deary, deary me.