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Hello! | 0:00:38 | 0:00:40 | |
Hello! | 0:00:42 | 0:00:44 | |
Thank you very much. Hello, everyone. | 0:00:46 | 0:00:48 | |
I'm John Robins, and thank you very much for having me here. | 0:00:48 | 0:00:52 | |
A remarkable vibe! | 0:00:52 | 0:00:54 | |
-Whoo! -Ooh! -Hm! Er... | 0:00:54 | 0:00:56 | |
A relatively good vibe. | 0:00:56 | 0:00:59 | |
That's what I like in a room, just a sort of, you know, | 0:00:59 | 0:01:02 | |
"We like you but you're going to have to earn it!" | 0:01:02 | 0:01:05 | |
So, er...the show begins thus. | 0:01:06 | 0:01:11 | |
My girlfriend went away for four weeks to Australia, | 0:01:14 | 0:01:22 | |
and in the run-up to her going away, | 0:01:22 | 0:01:26 | |
she was very concerned about how we'd cope, OK, | 0:01:26 | 0:01:29 | |
how we'd cope with the emotional wrench of being apart | 0:01:29 | 0:01:33 | |
for that long, how we'd cope with the time difference, | 0:01:33 | 0:01:38 | |
how we'd manage to stay in touch regularly over that time, | 0:01:38 | 0:01:42 | |
and there were a lot of discussions about that before she left. | 0:01:42 | 0:01:47 | |
I... | 0:01:49 | 0:01:50 | |
..sort of less worried about that, to be honest. | 0:01:52 | 0:01:55 | |
But she was very concerned. | 0:01:56 | 0:01:58 | |
What I was mainly thinking in the run-up to my girlfriend | 0:02:00 | 0:02:03 | |
going to Australia for four weeks was... | 0:02:03 | 0:02:05 | |
"Whey! Weeey! Lads, lads, lads! | 0:02:07 | 0:02:11 | |
"Down the pub! Glug glug glug!" | 0:02:11 | 0:02:14 | |
That's a pint glass, by the way. | 0:02:14 | 0:02:16 | |
So the minute she's out the door, I'm straight on the old blower. | 0:02:21 | 0:02:26 | |
The iBlower 6! | 0:02:26 | 0:02:28 | |
Scrolling down through the Rolodex of legends. | 0:02:28 | 0:02:31 | |
Who's first for the big swig? | 0:02:31 | 0:02:33 | |
Michael. Yes, please! | 0:02:33 | 0:02:36 | |
Confirmed boozer. | 0:02:36 | 0:02:38 | |
It's ringing. | 0:02:40 | 0:02:41 | |
Booze brothers. | 0:02:43 | 0:02:44 | |
Hey, Michael, it's Robins! Lads, lads, lads! Glug, glug, glug! | 0:02:46 | 0:02:51 | |
A pint glass, yes. | 0:02:51 | 0:02:52 | |
Mate, she's gone! You and me, four weeks, drinking till dawn! | 0:02:54 | 0:02:57 | |
What? Why are we whispering? | 0:02:59 | 0:03:01 | |
I know it's after ten. Ten is the hour of legends. | 0:03:03 | 0:03:08 | |
Right. | 0:03:08 | 0:03:10 | |
What does it matter if it's asleep? | 0:03:10 | 0:03:12 | |
Oh, I thought you'd bought a dog! | 0:03:15 | 0:03:17 | |
Because Bonnie is a dog's name. | 0:03:20 | 0:03:22 | |
But you can still come round, can't you? | 0:03:25 | 0:03:29 | |
A week on Friday?! | 0:03:29 | 0:03:31 | |
No! I'll be dead a week on Friday. | 0:03:31 | 0:03:35 | |
Swigged to death in my prime. | 0:03:35 | 0:03:39 | |
Well, can't you get a baby-sitter? | 0:03:39 | 0:03:41 | |
Well, put it in the boot! | 0:03:41 | 0:03:44 | |
Hello? | 0:03:44 | 0:03:46 | |
And it turns out, he's not available, right? | 0:03:47 | 0:03:52 | |
A lot of the big dogs not available! | 0:03:52 | 0:03:54 | |
Have to scroll down a bit further through the Rolodex of legends. | 0:03:54 | 0:03:59 | |
I then find myself wandering into the realm of acquaintances. | 0:03:59 | 0:04:02 | |
At one low moment, I even considered joining LinkedIn! | 0:04:02 | 0:04:06 | |
And it begins to dawn on me, in my arrogance, | 0:04:08 | 0:04:12 | |
I've just assumed for the past three years my mates have been | 0:04:12 | 0:04:15 | |
huddled round their calendars waiting for the master | 0:04:15 | 0:04:18 | |
to free up four weeks of drinking time - turns out they've moved on! | 0:04:18 | 0:04:22 | |
Their girlfriends aren't away, their kids exist... Eg, right, | 0:04:22 | 0:04:28 | |
they've got jobs now. Proper jobs, like adult jobs. | 0:04:28 | 0:04:32 | |
Not adult jobs...adult jobs, | 0:04:32 | 0:04:35 | |
eg, right, a girl I kissed when I was 17, | 0:04:35 | 0:04:40 | |
I found out recently is now headmistress of a primary school! | 0:04:40 | 0:04:44 | |
What is that?! That's not a job for bright young things! | 0:04:46 | 0:04:50 | |
We're still young! Her name's Layla! | 0:04:50 | 0:04:53 | |
Layla's not headmistress of a primary school! | 0:04:56 | 0:04:59 | |
Sue! | 0:05:00 | 0:05:01 | |
Sue is headmistress of a primary school! Gill! Pam! Not Layla! | 0:05:03 | 0:05:10 | |
Layla had a tattoo, she had a lip piercing, | 0:05:10 | 0:05:13 | |
she looked as if she'd like it up the... | 0:05:13 | 0:05:15 | |
She can't be...headmistress of a primary school! | 0:05:15 | 0:05:19 | |
So I put the phone down and it hits me | 0:05:19 | 0:05:24 | |
like a train that the only thing that makes my life fun | 0:05:24 | 0:05:30 | |
and engaging and bearable has left not just the country | 0:05:30 | 0:05:37 | |
but the hemisphere for a month, | 0:05:37 | 0:05:42 | |
and I'm passing my bathroom and I caught my reflection in the mirror, | 0:05:42 | 0:05:48 | |
and there was just this moment of utter self-awareness | 0:05:48 | 0:05:52 | |
where I saw my reflection and thought, "Oh, God, no! Not you! | 0:05:52 | 0:06:02 | |
"Not you and your thoughts for a whole month! I hate you! | 0:06:02 | 0:06:08 | |
"You're the reason we had to get a girlfriend in the first place! | 0:06:08 | 0:06:12 | |
"Cos this doesn't work! We tried this. Remember this? | 0:06:12 | 0:06:18 | |
"This goes to the Polish shop at four in the afternoon, | 0:06:18 | 0:06:21 | |
"buys cherry vodka and drinks it on the way home!" | 0:06:21 | 0:06:24 | |
And my mind begins to fill with all the everyday things that lose | 0:06:27 | 0:06:32 | |
their magic when she's not there, | 0:06:32 | 0:06:34 | |
because that's what I think love is, you know? | 0:06:34 | 0:06:37 | |
We've been told that love is this sort of Facebook cover photo | 0:06:37 | 0:06:41 | |
of a couple drinking a cocktail at sunset in front of | 0:06:41 | 0:06:44 | |
the Eiffel Tower, but when did that last happen? | 0:06:44 | 0:06:48 | |
Love is a daily thing, you know, it's a domestic thing, | 0:06:48 | 0:06:51 | |
it's those little injections of fun that make you realise you're with | 0:06:51 | 0:06:55 | |
the right person, like when they sneak behind you when you're | 0:06:55 | 0:06:59 | |
washing up and jib you in the ribs, and you're like, "Argh! Jesus! | 0:06:59 | 0:07:04 | |
"Don't want jibbing in the ribs while I'm washing up, actually!" | 0:07:04 | 0:07:08 | |
But secretly you want them to cos it's fun. | 0:07:08 | 0:07:10 | |
And you flick a bit of water out the washing up at them. | 0:07:10 | 0:07:13 | |
That's what keeps the darkness at bay! | 0:07:13 | 0:07:15 | |
Or when you talk them down from the ledge when the binbag splits. | 0:07:16 | 0:07:19 | |
That's why we have people in our lives, isn't it? | 0:07:21 | 0:07:24 | |
The other day, | 0:07:24 | 0:07:26 | |
she was emptying the bin and I knew it was going to split cos she | 0:07:26 | 0:07:29 | |
doesn't buy heavy-duty binbags cos she doesn't listen to me, and she's | 0:07:29 | 0:07:34 | |
lifting the bag out of the bin | 0:07:34 | 0:07:37 | |
and the main sort of refuse heft zone is staying where it is. | 0:07:37 | 0:07:45 | |
Meanwhile, the bag itself is just stretching, | 0:07:45 | 0:07:49 | |
getting clearer and clearer till it's little more than a shadow, | 0:07:49 | 0:07:53 | |
and I think, "Well, that binbag's going to split but I can't tell her cos I've learned," | 0:07:53 | 0:07:57 | |
and she takes it downstairs and about halfway down I hear | 0:07:57 | 0:08:04 | |
this cry, this shrill... Shrill is the word. | 0:08:04 | 0:08:10 | |
A sound I've not heard my girlfriend make before, | 0:08:10 | 0:08:12 | |
cos I'm not much in the bedroom. | 0:08:12 | 0:08:15 | |
I thought, "Well, that binbag's split, hasn't it? | 0:08:15 | 0:08:18 | |
"Time to go and lighten the atmos | 0:08:18 | 0:08:20 | |
"with a few choice quips about why we use heavy-duty binbags." | 0:08:20 | 0:08:23 | |
My favourite thing in the world is when it'll be like | 0:08:27 | 0:08:31 | |
a Tuesday night, a week night, | 0:08:31 | 0:08:32 | |
and we've stayed up late watching something on Netflix, and I've not | 0:08:32 | 0:08:36 | |
mentioned how hot any of the female characters are, | 0:08:36 | 0:08:40 | |
cos I have learned, turns out no matter how fictional Kalinda from | 0:08:40 | 0:08:46 | |
The Good Wife, she is still a real world threat to our relationship. | 0:08:46 | 0:08:50 | |
And an episode ends, and we turn to each other and both of us | 0:08:53 | 0:08:59 | |
wants one thing more than anything else on Earth... | 0:08:59 | 0:09:03 | |
One of us will say, "Can we watch another one?" | 0:09:03 | 0:09:08 | |
And every time, the response is the same. "Yeah. | 0:09:09 | 0:09:14 | |
"We can watch another one. And maybe another one after that." | 0:09:15 | 0:09:20 | |
Holy shit! | 0:09:20 | 0:09:23 | |
Yes, please! More of that in my life! | 0:09:23 | 0:09:28 | |
However, you take her out of that scenario... | 0:09:28 | 0:09:34 | |
a much bleaker scene awaits. | 0:09:34 | 0:09:36 | |
Without her, that is me sat on a beanbag | 0:09:38 | 0:09:45 | |
surrounded by empty cans of diet Coke and half a bottle of rum, | 0:09:45 | 0:09:51 | |
at quarter past one in the morning, | 0:09:51 | 0:09:54 | |
watching credits roll, thinking, "Oh, God. | 0:09:54 | 0:10:01 | |
"You're going to watch another one, aren't you? | 0:10:01 | 0:10:04 | |
"Oh, John, you've already watched five in a row! Christ, man! | 0:10:04 | 0:10:10 | |
"You have no self-control, John! | 0:10:10 | 0:10:13 | |
"You've got things to do tomorrow. | 0:10:13 | 0:10:16 | |
"God, you're a child! | 0:10:16 | 0:10:20 | |
"Hm. And you've got Bombay mix all down you. | 0:10:20 | 0:10:24 | |
"How have you got Bombay mix all down you? Ah. | 0:10:26 | 0:10:32 | |
"You ate that Bombay mix, didn't you? Oh, John. | 0:10:32 | 0:10:37 | |
"That's been in the drawer since we moved in. | 0:10:39 | 0:10:43 | |
"John, you've just eaten the previous tenant's Bombay mix. | 0:10:46 | 0:10:50 | |
"Does Bombay mix go off? | 0:10:55 | 0:10:56 | |
"I don't suppose it does, really, does it? | 0:10:59 | 0:11:02 | |
"It goes soft. | 0:11:02 | 0:11:04 | |
"Like a biscuit. | 0:11:05 | 0:11:06 | |
"Cos biscuits go soft, but cakes go hard. | 0:11:08 | 0:11:13 | |
"I don't... | 0:11:14 | 0:11:16 | |
"People don't think that's important | 0:11:16 | 0:11:18 | |
"but it has ramifications for tax purposes, | 0:11:18 | 0:11:22 | |
"cos there's VAT on biscuits but not on cakes. | 0:11:22 | 0:11:28 | |
"Or is it the other way round? Is it VAT on cakes but not on biscuits? | 0:11:28 | 0:11:36 | |
"Oh, God, not this again! | 0:11:36 | 0:11:39 | |
"Oh, God, the endless biscuit-cake VAT debate that rages in your brain! | 0:11:39 | 0:11:46 | |
"Christ, man! Google it or forget about it! | 0:11:46 | 0:11:49 | |
"Oh, you, always, you - your thoughts going round and round! | 0:11:50 | 0:11:55 | |
"Your head is like a sewer, man! | 0:11:55 | 0:11:58 | |
"In 1997, I read an interview with Johnny Vaughan. | 0:11:58 | 0:12:02 | |
"He said the only way he could deal with the mornings was to get | 0:12:02 | 0:12:05 | |
"in the shower as quickly as possible. | 0:12:05 | 0:12:08 | |
I've thought about that interview every time I've had a shower since 1997! | 0:12:08 | 0:12:13 | |
"That's over 7,000 times I've thought about Johnny Vaughan in the shower. | 0:12:13 | 0:12:18 | |
"Imagine being me! | 0:12:18 | 0:12:21 | |
"My girlfriend asked me why we never had sex in the shower | 0:12:21 | 0:12:24 | |
"and I'm not man enough to tell her it's because he's there! | 0:12:24 | 0:12:29 | |
"Put another one on. Block this out. God. | 0:12:40 | 0:12:46 | |
"Oh, it's going to be two more rum and diet Cokes. | 0:12:47 | 0:12:50 | |
"You never pour singles. | 0:12:51 | 0:12:54 | |
"You always pour home measures. | 0:12:54 | 0:12:58 | |
"Like they talk about in health reports. | 0:12:58 | 0:13:02 | |
"What they never mention is that home measures taste better, | 0:13:06 | 0:13:10 | |
"cos it's got more booze in it. | 0:13:10 | 0:13:12 | |
"That means My Fitness Pal's going to hear about this sordid little affair." | 0:13:14 | 0:13:18 | |
For four weeks, My Fitness Pal was my only pal! | 0:13:20 | 0:13:25 | |
Don't know if you're familiar with My Fitness Pal. | 0:13:29 | 0:13:32 | |
It's an app, and you put into it all the food that you eat | 0:13:32 | 0:13:36 | |
so you never have to exercise. | 0:13:36 | 0:13:38 | |
And the reason it's my best friend is cos it'll tell me | 0:13:42 | 0:13:47 | |
when I'm approaching my daily salt limit, | 0:13:47 | 0:13:51 | |
but says absolutely nothing about eight rum and diet Cokes. | 0:13:51 | 0:13:55 | |
Which, if I'm honest with you, | 0:13:55 | 0:13:57 | |
is all I'm really looking for in a friend. | 0:13:57 | 0:14:00 | |
Just someone who every so often taps you on the shoulder and goes, | 0:14:00 | 0:14:05 | |
"Hey, there, cowboy, just FYI, | 0:14:05 | 0:14:09 | |
"that half bag of 2012 Bombay mix | 0:14:09 | 0:14:13 | |
"has put you within nudging distance of 2,600 milligrams of sodium. | 0:14:13 | 0:14:18 | |
"Now, what's that, I hear you ask - well, these aren't my figures - | 0:14:18 | 0:14:23 | |
"these are EU figures. | 0:14:23 | 0:14:26 | |
"2,600 milligrams of sodium is your daily salt limit, so, er, | 0:14:26 | 0:14:32 | |
"maybe steer clear of the old salt from here on in. Not a problem. | 0:14:32 | 0:14:37 | |
"Not a problem. Catch you later, Captain Big Dick. | 0:14:37 | 0:14:40 | |
"What's that? Bottle of Captain Morgans? | 0:14:42 | 0:14:45 | |
"Fucking go for it, you legend! | 0:14:45 | 0:14:47 | |
"There's no salt in it, mate! | 0:14:47 | 0:14:50 | |
"Yeah! Tis the genius of rum! | 0:14:50 | 0:14:52 | |
"Last thing you want on the high seas is a salty drink. | 0:14:54 | 0:14:57 | |
"Especially when you're already surrounded by 'seamen.'" | 0:14:58 | 0:15:02 | |
You're welcome. You're welcome. You're welcome. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:06 | |
That joke is included in the ticket price. | 0:15:06 | 0:15:09 | |
Now, we did have one tricky day. | 0:15:11 | 0:15:16 | |
Requires a bit of back story, the old tricky day. | 0:15:20 | 0:15:24 | |
You see, my girlfriend is making a stand. | 0:15:24 | 0:15:30 | |
Oh, yeah. | 0:15:33 | 0:15:35 | |
And she's refusing to buy an iPhone. | 0:15:35 | 0:15:40 | |
No way, Jose! | 0:15:40 | 0:15:43 | |
You're not going to snare her in your corporate web, Apple! | 0:15:43 | 0:15:47 | |
Because she's read articles, actually. Hm. Hm. Hm. | 0:15:49 | 0:15:56 | |
Articles that you and I probably haven't taken the time to read. | 0:15:56 | 0:16:01 | |
And, the way she's avoided having to buy an iPhone is she's got | 0:16:01 | 0:16:07 | |
a six-year-old Nokia and an iPod Touch. | 0:16:07 | 0:16:12 | |
Take that, Apple! | 0:16:18 | 0:16:20 | |
How do you like them apples? | 0:16:22 | 0:16:24 | |
And her thinking on this is very simple, OK? | 0:16:28 | 0:16:33 | |
She's going to use the six-year-old Nokia for calls and texts | 0:16:33 | 0:16:38 | |
and the iPod Touch for internet when she has access to Wi-Fi. | 0:16:38 | 0:16:44 | |
"I've got a question, John." Do go ahead. | 0:16:44 | 0:16:47 | |
"What does she do for internet when she doesn't have access to Wi-Fi?" | 0:16:47 | 0:16:50 | |
Great question, and I'm going to field that one first, if I may. | 0:16:50 | 0:16:55 | |
When she doesn't have access to Wi-Fi, | 0:16:58 | 0:17:01 | |
she will check the internet on my iPhone. | 0:17:01 | 0:17:04 | |
And it's a system that suits us both cos it tends to only really | 0:17:07 | 0:17:10 | |
come up about 20 to 30 times a day. | 0:17:10 | 0:17:13 | |
And the more I suggest life might be a touch easier were she to | 0:17:15 | 0:17:19 | |
buy an iPhone, the more it hardens her resolve not to, | 0:17:19 | 0:17:23 | |
and in fact, me telling my girlfriend to buy an iPhone | 0:17:23 | 0:17:26 | |
has made it onto her list of the most passive-aggressive things I say. | 0:17:26 | 0:17:30 | |
Which includes, amongst others, | 0:17:32 | 0:17:35 | |
"I think you look best in whatever's quickest to put on..." | 0:17:35 | 0:17:38 | |
..and, "Did you know you can control individual radiators?" | 0:17:43 | 0:17:48 | |
So, she's on my phone a lot, right? | 0:17:55 | 0:17:58 | |
Two weeks after she left, I received a text from my girlfriend. | 0:18:00 | 0:18:07 | |
What a lovely treat. | 0:18:08 | 0:18:10 | |
Always nice to receive a text from your partner when they're away. | 0:18:10 | 0:18:13 | |
I'm going to repeat the text for you, OK, | 0:18:13 | 0:18:18 | |
and we're going to play a game - just a little, fun game, all right? | 0:18:18 | 0:18:21 | |
What we're going to do is we're just going to see if we can spot | 0:18:21 | 0:18:24 | |
where in the text it moves to all capital letters. | 0:18:24 | 0:18:29 | |
Not going to tell you when. It's just a fun game. It's a fun game for us to play in our own heads, OK? | 0:18:31 | 0:18:37 | |
The text said, | 0:18:37 | 0:18:39 | |
"Hey, I must have left myself signed in to Gmail on your iPhone | 0:18:39 | 0:18:45 | |
"because I can see everything you've looked at on the internet for the past three months." | 0:18:45 | 0:18:50 | |
Fuck! Fuck! Shit! | 0:18:56 | 0:19:01 | |
The bed, mate! | 0:19:01 | 0:19:03 | |
Holy shit! | 0:19:03 | 0:19:07 | |
No! | 0:19:07 | 0:19:09 | |
Arrgh! | 0:19:09 | 0:19:11 | |
That can't happen! | 0:19:14 | 0:19:17 | |
Let me tell you a little cautionary tale. | 0:19:21 | 0:19:25 | |
I use Yahoo mail and my girlfriend uses Gmail. | 0:19:26 | 0:19:30 | |
I don't know how we make it work - we just do. | 0:19:30 | 0:19:33 | |
But Yahoo mail, big funny Yahoo mail, you sign into that, | 0:19:35 | 0:19:39 | |
what you got there? I'll tell you what you got - | 0:19:39 | 0:19:41 | |
got your e-mails, nice. Crucially, once you've finished reading those, | 0:19:41 | 0:19:46 | |
when you close that window down, you are out of there. | 0:19:46 | 0:19:50 | |
Your business with Yahoo is now at an end. | 0:19:50 | 0:19:54 | |
However, unbeknownst to me and my girlfriend - | 0:19:54 | 0:20:00 | |
that is the crucial word in this story - unbeknownst - | 0:20:00 | 0:20:03 | |
when you sign into Gmail, | 0:20:03 | 0:20:08 | |
Google, right, cos he's nice, | 0:20:08 | 0:20:12 | |
signs you into a myriad of other services, OK? | 0:20:12 | 0:20:18 | |
Signs you into YouTube, all right? | 0:20:18 | 0:20:22 | |
Cos that's clear that they're affiliated, isn't it, cos of the name? | 0:20:23 | 0:20:27 | |
Signs you into Google Circle, whatever the merry fuck that is. | 0:20:30 | 0:20:36 | |
Now, I'm no IT whiz, but I'm pretty sure Google Circle hasn't worked out the way they planned. | 0:20:41 | 0:20:48 | |
As far as I'm aware, the only person actually using Google Circle | 0:20:49 | 0:20:54 | |
is a guy I kind of knew at uni, | 0:20:54 | 0:20:56 | |
and like every week, I get a little message going, | 0:20:56 | 0:20:59 | |
"Hey, James wants to hang out on Google Circle." And I'm like, "Well, he ain't gonna!" | 0:20:59 | 0:21:04 | |
And his photo's intense. | 0:21:04 | 0:21:06 | |
And then, somehow, Google signs you into the internet itself. | 0:21:08 | 0:21:17 | |
What it does from there on in, is keeps a list... | 0:21:19 | 0:21:25 | |
..of every website you visit... | 0:21:27 | 0:21:29 | |
..every search term you enter, | 0:21:31 | 0:21:34 | |
every image... | 0:21:34 | 0:21:36 | |
Every image... | 0:21:40 | 0:21:41 | |
..takes that list, hides it in your girlfriend's internet settings, | 0:21:43 | 0:21:50 | |
that list gets deleted every never... | 0:21:50 | 0:21:53 | |
..presumably so that when your girlfried is on the other side of the world | 0:21:56 | 0:22:01 | |
trying to work out how to set up an out-of-office automated reply, | 0:22:01 | 0:22:06 | |
she goes into her internet settings and goes, "Right, how do I do this? | 0:22:06 | 0:22:12 | |
"Oh. Huh! Bloody internet history here. Didn't know they kept that. | 0:22:12 | 0:22:17 | |
"What have I been looking at? | 0:22:17 | 0:22:19 | |
"That's very strange. | 0:22:27 | 0:22:30 | |
"I don't remember doing... | 0:22:31 | 0:22:33 | |
"a Google image search for Kalinda from The Good Wife nude. | 0:22:33 | 0:22:37 | |
"Hang on! | 0:22:43 | 0:22:45 | |
"This can't be right. | 0:22:45 | 0:22:46 | |
"I never spent an hour reading Amazon binbag reviews. | 0:22:48 | 0:22:51 | |
"God, I think my internet's been hacked! | 0:22:56 | 0:22:59 | |
"But by who? | 0:23:00 | 0:23:02 | |
"Some kind of horny dustman?! | 0:23:04 | 0:23:06 | |
"Hang on! Kalinda from The Good Wife. | 0:23:08 | 0:23:12 | |
"Binbags! | 0:23:12 | 0:23:14 | |
"This is John's internet history!" | 0:23:14 | 0:23:18 | |
So she starts sending me screengrabs, | 0:23:18 | 0:23:23 | |
so she's got some fucking Wi-Fi... | 0:23:23 | 0:23:26 | |
..and she's just sending all of the boring stuff I've been wasting the last two days of my life with, | 0:23:29 | 0:23:36 | |
but I know what she's going to find | 0:23:36 | 0:23:38 | |
if she goes back to two weeks earlier! | 0:23:38 | 0:23:41 | |
I know what happened the night she left when none of my friends were around! I was alone in the world! | 0:23:41 | 0:23:46 | |
I had been to the Polish shop! | 0:23:46 | 0:23:48 | |
So I need to get online ASAP, delete the trail, delete the trail! | 0:23:48 | 0:23:54 | |
So I run over to my laptop, I turn that on, but it needs updates - course it sodding does! | 0:23:54 | 0:24:00 | |
£1,200, it needs updates every bloody week, so I'm on my phone | 0:24:00 | 0:24:05 | |
and I'm desperately double-tapping | 0:24:05 | 0:24:07 | |
between these screengrabs she's sending, | 0:24:07 | 0:24:10 | |
these chronicles of a harrowed man, and my open internet windows, | 0:24:10 | 0:24:15 | |
and I'm scrolling back through them and eventually I find the one | 0:24:15 | 0:24:18 | |
where I'm signed into her Gmail as her, | 0:24:18 | 0:24:20 | |
and in the top corner it says, "Want to sign out?" And I'm like, "Yeah, I think so!" | 0:24:20 | 0:24:25 | |
And I hit "sign out" and as my finger hits the screen, | 0:24:25 | 0:24:28 | |
it dawns on me, that's where you need to be to delete the trail! | 0:24:28 | 0:24:32 | |
And I haven't got the password to get back in! | 0:24:34 | 0:24:37 | |
And then I had my first-ever panic attack. | 0:24:37 | 0:24:40 | |
Oh-ho! They're a treat! | 0:24:41 | 0:24:44 | |
Cos it turns out a panic attack is where you can't breathe and you think you're going to die. | 0:24:46 | 0:24:51 | |
It is drowning and falling and drowning and falling. | 0:24:51 | 0:24:55 | |
I'm just... Fuck off, Google! Fuck off! | 0:24:55 | 0:25:02 | |
I didn't invite you round my house! | 0:25:03 | 0:25:06 | |
You're not my friend, you piece of shit! | 0:25:06 | 0:25:09 | |
I only wanted Google for the calendar... | 0:25:10 | 0:25:12 | |
..and the image search sometimes. | 0:25:14 | 0:25:16 | |
The calendar's good. | 0:25:16 | 0:25:19 | |
You put into it all your appointments. | 0:25:19 | 0:25:21 | |
MOT. | 0:25:22 | 0:25:23 | |
Gives you a little reminder. | 0:25:25 | 0:25:27 | |
Dentist. | 0:25:27 | 0:25:28 | |
Christian holidays. It's great. | 0:25:29 | 0:25:32 | |
I haven't missed Whitsun since 2009. | 0:25:32 | 0:25:35 | |
But I felt so exposed. | 0:25:38 | 0:25:41 | |
It's worse than someone having access to your thoughts, | 0:25:41 | 0:25:43 | |
you know, cos I think we'd all agree, | 0:25:43 | 0:25:45 | |
you don't have control over your thoughts, they just pop into your head, you dismiss half of them | 0:25:45 | 0:25:49 | |
and think, "Oh, that's a bit racist!" | 0:25:49 | 0:25:51 | |
For two weeks, I had this terrible fear that she would see my internet history as like the real me, | 0:25:54 | 0:26:03 | |
a kind of sort of secret diary that I was keeping from her, | 0:26:03 | 0:26:07 | |
but, you know, my internet history isn't me. It has no nuance, | 0:26:07 | 0:26:11 | |
it has no context, it has no humanity. | 0:26:11 | 0:26:14 | |
It's just boredom and childishness. | 0:26:14 | 0:26:17 | |
And grisly horniness. | 0:26:17 | 0:26:19 | |
And she came home, she opens the door and immediately it became clear | 0:26:21 | 0:26:26 | |
that we weren't going to have to have any type of conversation | 0:26:26 | 0:26:29 | |
because she'd done the most amazing thing my girlfriend's ever done for me, | 0:26:29 | 0:26:33 | |
and it may sound like a small thing, | 0:26:33 | 0:26:36 | |
is what she'd done is once she'd taken screengrabs to tease me about the fact | 0:26:36 | 0:26:41 | |
that I once spent two hours watching Fruit Ninja Walkthough videos on YouTube... | 0:26:41 | 0:26:46 | |
Yes, sensei. | 0:26:48 | 0:26:49 | |
..she deleted the entirety of the rest of my history | 0:26:51 | 0:26:54 | |
without looking at it once, and it was amazing for two reasons. | 0:26:54 | 0:26:57 | |
Firstly, because it meant that in an instant, she had seen and understood the internet for what it is, | 0:26:57 | 0:27:04 | |
which is a two-dimensional representation of three-dimensional people, | 0:27:04 | 0:27:08 | |
a place that can often be full of emojis | 0:27:08 | 0:27:11 | |
and absolutely devoid of emotions, where the way it's designed | 0:27:11 | 0:27:15 | |
can often be geared to display us in our worst possible light. | 0:27:15 | 0:27:20 | |
And secondly it was amazing because it meant that she never, ever | 0:27:20 | 0:27:24 | |
had to face up to the depressing reality | 0:27:24 | 0:27:28 | |
that shortly after her leaving to go to Australia for four weeks, | 0:27:28 | 0:27:32 | |
her boyfriend was Googling, "Layla, fit headmistress" | 0:27:32 | 0:27:37 | |
on MySpace, | 0:27:37 | 0:27:41 | |
Instagram, Facebook and BeBo. | 0:27:41 | 0:27:47 | |
Thank you very much! | 0:27:47 | 0:27:49 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:27:51 | 0:27:53 | |
Thank you, folks! | 0:27:55 | 0:27:57 | |
I've been John Robins. Goodnight, goodbye! | 0:28:00 | 0:28:04 | |
Subtitles by Ericsson | 0:28:22 | 0:28:26 |