TV2 are being very cool and showed the second-to-last “American Idol” episode tonight, only hours after it went out live in America, rather than keeping it until the regular Sunday night time slot. The final is screening tomorrow night, but no doubt I will know the winner in advance thanks to the informative inter-web.

Ruben did a lovely version of “Imagine”. Clay sang ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water,” which I was expecting to really kick arse, but just didn’t do anything for me. But the highlight of the show was when Paul Anka came out and sang a rewritten version of “My Way”, which summarised all the laughter ‘n’ tears ‘n’ shit of the previous weeks.

If there is justice in the world, Ruben will win. But I’m prepared for Clay to be the winner because he seems more popular.

“Big Brother” is getting so much more interesting now that the houses have been joined and there’s a pool and a spa. The housemates are getting drunk and getting in the spa and getting naughty. Yes, very good. More, please.

Keeping up the television theme, I was watching “A Cook’s Journey” and Mr Bourdain was in England visiting some women who were making him some Indian food. At one stage they were cooking some stuff in a pressure cooker, and he had to leave the room because he had this fear of pressure cookers. I was really excited because I too have a fear of pressure cookers. I can not stand being around them. I think it stems from the fact that there’s heat and pressure and if something were to go wrong with the release valve, it would explode and that would be really scary.

I also fear microwave ovens. That also comes down to an fear of exploding, which stems from movies like “Gross Pointe Blank” (some explosives were put in a microwave), and just the whole symbolism of the digital clock counting down to an explosion.