Television

One thing we've found truly fascinating during out holiday is tv. From the insane confusion of the Chinese version of Channel V, through to the mostly excellent, yet sometimes fascinatingly atrocious antics of British tv, watching television has been an interesting way to gain some insight into different "cultures".

We became quite addicted to "Britain's Got Talent", a show where pretty much every citizen of Britain auditioned to show off their particular "talent" in the hopes of appearing in front of the Queen at the Royal variety Performance.

The majority of these were unsurprisingly disgraceful. In the end it was won by an opera-singing Welshman with bad teeth who pipped the favourite - a cute-as-a-button six year old girl who sang "Somewhere Over The Rainbow". Thank God the guy with the dancing Michael Jackson monkey puppet (who was one of nine finalists) or the off-the-scale annoying little tyke who subjected us to caterwauling through old Broadway show songs didn't win.

Pet's already mentioned British Big Brother. The first evictee, Shabnam, made an absolute fool of herself when she left the house (which has a smoking area in the backyard) and entered the studio to a rousing chorus of boos. She seemed oblivious to the boos, acting like they were cheers, carrying on with crap like "S to the H to the A to the B..." You get the picture. What's with that anyway? Why is it that young people suck nowadays? Why, in my day...

Another thing we've found is that BBC1 radio is far superior to the radio stations in Sydney. Virgin radio, which we thought would be cool and cutting edge, is lame and like 2WS. Is Richard Branson getting too old?

You be the judge. I don't need that sort of responsibility.