Palpitations. Hot and cold sweat. A migraine.
Who me? No surely not. I’m humble. Never stick your head above the parapet it might get shot off. No one likes a bragger.
The phrase, itself, is so good, though. It rolls off the tongue, sits roundly in the mouth and says much with two small words. So my stupid brain has been repeating it like a song: An earworm.
So, instead of tormenting myself I’m here to unpick it. Hello Blog.
Except that I can’t. The idea of publicly questioning my reluctance to be praised feels like seeking praise and so anything I write will end up being a worm that eats its own tail.
Instead I’m going to join the rest of the UK and talk about TV. The one programme that everyone is watching. A programme about a bunch of glory hunters playing the most middle class game of wink murder ever invented. The Traitors.
I was late to the party. Reality TV isn’t my thing. I don’t like watching people put in uncomfortable situations or being mean to each other. However, when my colleagues were talking about it and one explained it to me as wink-murder (a description that all teachers will understand and it’s true we would also watch a version of heads down thumbs up) I was there. I’m more of a binge watcher and wasn’t sure I could commit to 3 days a week but a weekend binge has changed my mind. The LSH and I actually stay in the same room to watch and we talk to each other.
My thoughts so far.
1. Claudia Winkleman has amazing comic timing.
2. The format of the game shouldn’t work but it does.
3. Knowledge is power
4. People don’t trust nice people.
5. Linda, Linda, Linda.
The LSH and I talk about what we would do if we were a traitor or a faithful, as if we know but we don’t and we never will because televised glory hunting would bring us out in hives. Those contestants are braver people than we are.
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