Dirty TV Secret
I am turning more and more to reality TV over here. Well, reality TV and friends reruns. Tonight I watched not one, but two episodes of The Simple Life. I am also, sadly, hooked on a British creation called The Salon.
It is a posh salon in The Trocodero near Picadilly Circus. We get to follow the lives of the workers and their customers. You can book online, but you have to pay to request a booking and then you may not get it. They pick the people who will be the best on the TV show. Granted, the show runs live for 8 hours a day. I’m not kidding. Eight hours of watching miked security cameras in a salon… AND I WATCH IT.
Anyway, I want an appointment there. So much so I may open up a BT account to get one. I just don’t think I qualify as a quality customer. Today they had the blind psychic from Belfast who solves murders for the police all over the U.K. There was also a guy who was obsessed with taking photos of celebreties, so he came with all his photos. I haven’t seen any americans on, but I haven’t seen any comedians either–which would be my ploy.
“American Stand Up comic has recently lost over two stone and needs a new do before returning to her normal life in Chicago.”
Maybe I’ll open the BT account tomorrow…