In the last few weeks I’ve found myself answering a question that, nine months ago, I wouldn’t have dreamed I’d be answering.
Before my mum has a meltdown over my not telling her that a) I got pregnant, and b) had a child (I didn’t, and I haven’t), I’ll disclose that for nearly a year now, I’ve lived TV-free.
“You what?!” is generally the shocked response I’m met with.
“I don’t watch television,” I reply. And I begin my explanation hoping the person opposite me hasn’t already written me off as some wanker-yuppy who thinks they’re too good for popular culture. (I think ...