A comment on television

This is how bad Australian television was last night: I was 'forced' to watch some of the 'Hey Hey it's Saturday' comedy special. When I say forced you know what I mean, I'm aware that I could read a book or listen to a CD and flick through the paper, but come on - I work all day and I rely on entertaining, mildly engaging and stimulating tv to fill up the hours between 6pm and when it's vaguely acceptable to be caught in bed on a weeknight (say, 9.45pm). Anyway, I watched 'Hey Hey' and the inanity made me nauseous. At one point Darryl Sommers introduced a Jackie whateverhernameis montage and mentioned that when she first came to the show she didn't think she had anything to offer - he was right, she doesn't. She was an idiot and probably still is an idiot. I know I shouldn't have watched any of it.
Anyway, then I watched a documentary on SBS about methanphetamine after that. Where the fuck do all the facial sores come from? I mean I know crystal meth can make you skinny and skanky but sheesh - the open sores on the face are a bit of a turn off.
I went to bed and read a book after that. Lachlan, you'll be happy to hear I'm reading an American Classic 'On the Road' by Jack Kerouac. So far, so good.