Daytime television SUCKS!!!
Being trapped in your own home because of little teeny tiny thing called tonsillitis is torture enough but having to watching Bert Newton's daughter sell bedsheets with her every fake smile and unnatural happy attitude makes me want to watch a three hour documentary on snails crossing the Sahara.
I swear I have no idea how Kerri-Anne, Morning Show, The Circle, and whatever other crap I watched this week, actually exist. Why are they allowed to be on television? I swear mums at home with their bubs are busy enough and don't have time to watch a wannabe chef (really they are cook) flog another one of their crappy cooking books.
To the chick that one the first season of Masterchef, you are not a chef, or even a cook! You took old recipes by other people with skills, someone used photoshop to make the sludge look good, and someone else, who is paid peanuts, put it together. Ta da!! A cookbook!
Ah! Whatever!
I say again, daytime television sucks!
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