Me and a few girlfriends are in to the delicious trash that is Footballers' Wives. We're on the second season right now, and it truly is sensational drama...and comedy. While out with Em and Keith Saturday night, I kept laughing with Em over scenes from episodes we'd seen the day before and even did impressions of my favorites. Poor Keith. He had to suffer through our bouts of giggles and ridiculousness. The show is very quotable, and the girls and I have copped clever lines like, "Wotcha, big balls?" for our greetings. It's fantastic. Now, I can hear that smug little voice in your head claiming that you're much too intellectual and sophisticated to watch, let alone enjoy, rubbish like this. I say give it a whirl and see if that voice isn't silenced.