exploitation 1 December 2008
It’s amazing what you can see when you are trapped and have no control over the tv. In fairness, I am a married woman so I know what that’s like – e.g. my Mum in Law rang me on Saturday to ask who I thought was on their way out of the ballroom dancing show on BBC and I had to explain that HER SON was watching rugby at that time so the tv was not mine…also our remote has been locked into a room I haven’t seen for 5 months now (of which I was fond and sat in every night) so we have been hostage to laziness some evenings when we couldn’t be arsed to lean (a long way) further over the room to change channels. But, tonight, it was all courtesy of the G who was ON ME. There was a programme on Irish tv about exploitation of immigrant workers and WHAT DO YOU KNOW?! a cafe that Himself loves, and which is recommended in all the guide books as a great breakfast etc spot, was one of the exploiters! MOST interesting. The G looked most smug as I rang him (he’s in London’s Glittering West End this night) and spread the news…That creature is GOOD, damn her!
