...No, I am Spartacus!

So, Outnumbered is back! Yayayayayayay!



For those of you who don't know, Outnumbered is a British semi-improvised comedy drama based around a family - The Brockmans - and their daily lives.
And it was basically the only TV show I enjoyed when I was 12.
And it's absolutely hilarious.
And it hasn't been on British screens for a few years now, so finding out Monday that it was back on was nice!

Anyway, I was watching this program with my family Wednesday night, and I had a moment of complete deja-vu.
In one scene, the eldest son - Jake, who's 17 - was having a debate with his dad over some petty thing, and suddenly it dawned that he embodied me.

Ok, so as likely as it may be that the writers are kind-of evil space-aliens who have hacked into the Government's files and have all our details and picked me to base one of their characters on (I wish...), I just felt such a connection with all the things he said and did, and in a way it was kind-of a relief.

I spend quite a large proportion of my time at the moment having debates with my dad. Mostly about pointless things like where a certain cheese comes from, or whether darts is actually a sport (apparently, it is...) And sometimes I wonder whether it's normal.

Ok, I know loads of teenagers have arguments with their parents and stuff, but not over how Hitler's dog died, or whether there's a principality called Sealand (There is. Just off the coast of Suffolk. In the middle of the sea. It has a football team. Google it. Please?...)

And now I have my dad trying to get me to join some quiz/debate team thing. For a laugh.

Wish me luck...

FGB x





P.S. For any of you questioning the relevance of the post's title...