Does it mean we're getting old to say we stayed in Saturday evening to watch opera on the telly?
Of course it wasn't just any opera but Jerry Springer: The Opera. I never thought I'd see an opera with the line "three-nippled cousin fucker" sung.
Of course the wowsers are getting into a froth about it without having seen it as usual. But it was brilliant, a real poke in the eye of staid, dull highbrow art.
I think I want to see the live version now...