Never Mind the Buzzcocks...

I think John Barrowman fandom has destroyed me.

Look at me: I've been an intellectual snob since childhood. A bookworm, an elitist, a fan who reads only the finest comic books, and has no shame in loftily calling them graphic novels. I've spent most of my life not watching TV and when I do watch TV it's never game shows, comedies, interview shows or cooking shows. And it's usually fannish, as if that excuses it somehow.

So. In this past week I have watched Never Mind the Buzzcocks, BBC Breakfast, Jonathan Ross and This Morning, and I may have all these titles wrong because they are shows broadcast in a faraway country and I never heard of them before. What they have in common is that John Barrowman was on them all, and he was outrageous and funny, and I'm having a whale of a time with them.

But. Where are my standards? How can I claim to be an intellectual snob any more? I didn't just watch these things with disinterested hauteur, I enjoyed them and I laughed. Loudly. I shouldn't even admit this. Or maybe I should. I don't know. Maybe my cover is blown. Maybe I'm only a pseudo-snob.

Best line in Never Mind the Buzzcocks was when Simon Amstell said, "You have out-gayed me, Barrowman." But there were many good lines. I knew John Barrowman had a good laugh. Didn't notice before that he also has an outrageous giggle.