Guilty Pleasures

I like a lot of stuff. A lot of that stuff is awful. Here's some of it:

Friends.

Right, I am aware that friends is rubbish. I know that, like the Simpsons, the few series that aren't rubbish are never shown on E4. But I still enjoy watching it. It's boring and inoffensive and yes, it's the same formulaic joke every episode, but shut up. Friends is my safety net, it's that show you can watch while you have your tea and know that for twenty five minutes you'll be mildly entertained. Also, young Jennifer Aniston's nipples are permanently hard. True fact.

Feist.

Feist got big by being in an iPod advert. iPods are for twats. Following extensive calculations I've come to the conclusion that Feist are therefore, for twats. But I like Feist, sure it's music for young professionals in polar-neck woolen sweaters drinking red wine and discussing contemporary art, but fuck off. The music is lovely and the videos are well good.

Alone in the Dark.

Not the Uwe Boll film of the same name, if that was my guilty pleasure you'd find me in the cupboard with a rope around my throat and balls. I'm talking about the video game, the 2007 remake in fact, the one that was, y'know, broken beyond disbelief. One day I'm going to dedicate an entire post to Alone in the Dark, because for all its faults and for all its awful, awful scripting, the developer (Eden) put more good ideas into that one game than most studios put into their entire output. Yes none of them worked, but go away.

I'll probably do another of these when I remember more things that make me absolutely terrible, but that's your lot for now.

Sad face.