I don’t know why I like Outnumbered, it’s too much like real life. Mr Qwerty always covers his eyes if he goes near the telly when it’s on: ‘No! Not more children!’ After a knackering day at the coalface of buoyant, lippy kids, it is fairly masochistic to watch other buoyant lippy kids outwitting their parents. The parents in Outnumbered are easily outwitted, in fact, because they have no parenting strategies, e.g. they don’t shout. It’s the most unbelievable part of the show. If I had a child like Ben, I would spend twelve hours every day yelling and have to retire in the evening with a Fisherman’s Friend.
This wasn’t a classic episode, but it was fun watching them trail round London as I’ve been doing just that for the Easter hols, forcing the Qwertlets round the science museum. How marvellous to see Mum carrying Karen’s coat in the art gallery; it’s these little unsung aspects of parenting that Outnumbered depicts so well. Such as small children opening the loo before you’re ready. I have caused a stir by this very means in our local Pizza Express.
Karen’s best scene: her outrage that people could be stupid enough to believe in wishes and put money in fountains. Too right, kid. She’ll be sorting out homeopathy and astrology next.
Karen’s best line: when she listed all the people you mustn’t be prejudiced against, and threw away right at the end, ‘people who come from Liverpool’.
Best Ben moment: Dad asking him if he was allowed to be up on the side of the ship, and Ben’s slightly amazed, ‘No, I don’t think I am’. Ben’s always somewhere he isn’t supposed to be; he cannot do otherwise. If he ever turned up in the right place at the right time, the universe would fold in on itself.
Most like real life: Going past Downing Street and seeing Number Ten, Karen immediately calculated that a number ten could in fact be five number two’s. Oh, how many such conversations have I had?
Off to bed now to grab a few hours’ sleep before the Qwertlets wake at dawn and jump on my head, insisting I join their ongoing discussion of the glory of poo.
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