For some reason Joe Millionaire popped into my mind. This was one of the earlier reality shows, the setup was that a number of carefully selected young American women were invited to the chateau home of a young millionaire on the look out for a bride. The question was, whom would he select, and how would he weed out the women who were only in it for his millions? As I recall, there were horseback rides (white stallions of course), walks through woods and even an outdoor jacuzzi. The women were whittled down for the big revelation (for them): Evan Marriot was not a millionaire after all, merely a construction worker and underwear model. He revealed this to his chosen lady, a school teacher, and she fell into his arms saying she didn’t care one bit. Then the real twist came: the showrunners awarded the happy couple a million dollars so, together, they could be millionaires. And so they rode off into the sunset.
This was essential viewing during the months before my thesis was due; that, and the build up to the Iraq war. The ramifications of the latter were substantially more profound, so of course JM immediately slipped from my mind until its inexplicable return.
We had our curtains clean. They are a different colour from before and I’m regretting not getting it done regularly. Unfortunately our white sofa is now looking awful in front of them.