So we’re watching the BBC morning news magazine “Breakfast” when a story about David Beckham admitting to an obsessive compulsive disorder comes up. They mentioned that ‘things’ – nothing named specifically – must be perfectly arranged in straight lines, something else irrelevant, then a bit about him ordering loads of new underpants every fortnight from a specific shoppe in Madrid. Now, I’d read about the crazy underpants thing before (not realising it was part of a bigger problem) and dismissed it as wacky rich guy behaviour.
Here’s how the conversation between Neil and I went during the story:
j: “Whoa. He’s got to buy all his underpants from a shop in Madrid.”
n: “Actually, he probably has a hard time spending all the money he has.”
j: “Yeah but, couldn’t he spend it on fine art or something rather than obsessively buying underpants?”
n: “Yeah but he probably can relate better to underpants.”
Good morning world! And happy underpants…