
Hello. My name is Amy and I am a telly addict. Yes I admit that, at the age of 23, I would rather stay in on an evening all snuggled up in my comfy PJs with endless cups of tea, Chanel the cat purring on my lap and the promise of a good night of television. Does that sound strange to you? Or are you like me?
My addiction started when the recession really hit back in 2010. Finances got tighter, there were masses of job losses, and I came to the conclusion that lavish nights out were going to have to be limited to one, maybe two a month. I couldn't...