I spotted something in the news the other day which made me hoot. It appears that Sherie Hewson, who regular visitors to this parish will know I regard as La Dipstick Grande, has decided to leave the TV show Loose Women. Apparently this is in consequence of it becoming too dumbed-down, by having the likes of Katie Price on the panel. I haven’t watched the show in ages but it must be about as engaging as CBeebies if Sherie thinks the quality is slipping beneath her intellectual threshold. Now that takes the biscuit! Blimey I’ve heard it all now.
I bet you’re probably thinking that’s an honest and effective title – just two words to describe all that’s happened to my body shape since those heady slim days in the 70’s. Well I have to admit it’s true. But I did’t think you’d be terribly interested in knowing more about my physique. But I caught sight of another gainer whilst browsing day time tv yesterday. And boy have the timbers been added on.
Well you kinda had to experience the 70’s, the decade that fashion forgot so they say and the years of the creepy DJ’s and prawn cocktails, to comment on it. Well it was a notable decade for me – the one in which I had long hair, went to Uni, grew a moustache, got married, started my 30 year career in BT, moved to London, had our 3 lovely daughters (well one born in 1980), moved onto the property ladder, and by the end of it lost the moustache and much of my hair and gave up competitive football. Ahh I loved those 10 years, even the loon trousers and the glam rock music. Continue reading
It sounds like the name of a great salsa band or a new Man United defender. But Rio trailers is actually more prosaic; it’s a posting about two new film trailers for the upcoming Olympic and Paralympic Games produced by the BBC and C4 respectively. I’ve only seen one twice and the other once and I’m spell-bound. No doubt I’ll be sick of them before the events but from this perspective they look fantastic.
Well I had a bit of fun talking about Mike bumbling Bushell and other rubbish tv presenters the other day and wouldn’t you know it, as soon as I’d finished I thought of several more who deserve some critical appraisal. So this is a bit of a post script posting and almost certainly not the last on the subject.
I know you probably think that commenting critically on TV presenters is a bit of a hobby horse of mine but following Chris Evans’ resignation I got to thinking about other tv front men/women who should do the decent thing and head off back to hospital radio or wherever they came from.
So another political big cat falls on his sword following Brexit with the resignation of this bloody loon Nigel Farage. He’s done this before of course, usually after a bender, so he may be back. But you sense it’s the end this time. Hoorah! So what was the sense in the referendum vote do you think as the key leaders of the electioneering campaign have all fallen or, in the case of Labour’s Corbyn, are about to. What a gamble that was and it has failed drastically. As each day passes it just makes less and less sense. Why the Government went for an absolute in or out decision mystifies me; it’s like gambling your house, savings, grandchildren’s legacy on the outcome of a turn of a card. Completely bonkers. Why didn’t they just call for a vote for example on a renegotiation of the terms? I’m still in shock to be honest.
But what wasn’t shocking was the news of yet another resignation today; yes the departure of Chris Evans from the re-vamped Top Gear after just one series. I saw one episode and it was bad. As regular readers will know I never liked that twat Clarkson and his little arse licking Hamster playmate but he had a presenting presence. Evans was just awful; shouty, unfunny, controlling, mate-less. Apparently it was chaos behind at the scenes at new TG. Did nobody at the BBC see the drama ahead? With Evans’ past record? Really?
Look if they need someone with strong opinions and genuine (get her) northern charm (though an absence of hair to let the wind tease through) to test-drive some super cars for a couple of £m per year, well I might have some windows in my diary. It’ll never happen of course because they are more likely to select a suddenly available Michael Gove, Boris Johnson or Nigel Farage. But they’ll have to re-title it Top Gear Knobs