I’ve finally cleared up where I might be heading next week: to Chester in England. I can get the ferry, since the train from Holyhead goes right through Chester. When I asked people about Chester, they all went “ooh, you’ll like it”. Apparently it has a largely intact Roman city wall, which attracts many visitors. Like I’ll get to see that.
There’s a German word that sees quite a lot of use by English-speakers: schadenfreude, which means to take pleasure from the misfortune of others. It’s the right word to describe what happened yesterday, when the latest “reality TV” show hit the rocks. Literally. Cabin Fever was based around the idea of a dozen attention-seekers manning a sailing ship on a journey around Ireland, with the usual pressures of cramped quarters and the threat of being voted off by viewers. I saw the advertisements for the show, looking for contestants, and considered it for about half a second before my brain kicked in.
Well, the ship is now spread across several miles of County Donegal coastline, after hitting rocks in broad daylight and clear weather, so they have no-one to blame but themselves, surely. Everyone was rescued without injury, so it’s safe to laugh. What the hell were they thinking? They are talking about finding a new ship, but the contestants have the option of saying no, and the Irish government are investigating the matter and might not grant them a license. Oh, dear.
I don’t know why I have MTV on now – must have hit the wrong button on the remote – but Cribs has Ted Nugent on, showing us round his property. He has a reputation as a “wild man”; his house is filled with animals he hunted himself, with a carbon-fibre bow, then had skinned and mounted. At least he has a sense of humour about it all, and sends himself up mercilessly. Politically correct he ain’t.