Tuesday, 24 February 2009 THERE are some things society dictates that we simply cannot hate.
Those sort of things where, when you tell someone you don’t like a certain celebrity, event, television programme, etc, someone looks back at you with a look of sheer horror and asks: “Why not!” Christmas, Princess Diana and Andrex puppies are among them. When I was living in Liverpool I made the mistake of confessing that I can’t stick Paul McCartney and think The Beatles are over-rated. You would have thought I’d confessed to being a serial killer from the Liverpudlian response. But nothing provokes a reaction more than when I tell people that I hate huge charity events such as Children In Need or next month’s Comic Relief.
But I do. I hate Comic Relief. I will probably be called fit to burn for it, but so be it.