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Date: 08 September 2005 10:27:02
WHAT an edifying programme. I've never seen it before, but we slumped, pathetically last night, in front of the television with an Indian takeaway (oh the glamour after three years of marriage). For those who have never seen it, Supernanny is a scary woman who gets sent to deal with lots of monster children and their parents - she makes the kids go and sit in a corner where there are lots of cushions when they have tantrums and ticks the parents off when they get cross with their kids. The kids are also encouraged to express their feelings in front of the video camera.
This is ripe for satire - particularly, I reckon, satire featuring that child out of The Exorcist.
Supernanny (slowly and deliberately): Your child is 8 years old. Her head is spinning round and she is vomiting ectoplasm. Now tell me - who is in control in this relationship?
Mum: Er - evil spirits?
Child (in front of video camera): Arrrggh. Gibber
(Continue, ad nauseam ectoplasm)
Still - it seems to work - little horror turns into sweet meek little thing (at least in front of the cameras). Made me realise that Philip Larkin had it right (If you don't know the quote about what your Mum and Dad may not mean to, but they do, I'm not going to post it here - so you'll have to look it up). Will we ever be up to the task ourselves? Don't know really - I REALLY hope that when/if we have kids they aren't that bad.
In other news, the cat has gone AWOL again. I'm more relaxed this time - I think maybe someone else is feeding him. I'm quite cross about that actually (which is ridiculous) - and am contemplating attaching a little note to his collar. I wandered round this morning (in my work clothes, through the brambles) with a plate of sardines in one hand and a sprig of catnip in the other, calling "Custard, Custard". Since he has never come when he's called this is pointless, but I had a small train of other cats following me around this morning. Am slightly paranoid that I still smell of fish. I also realised, when I got back, that i still had my hairbrush stuck in my hair. Am mad London cat woman. It's official