27/06/2009

Both hands working again (well, just about enough to use a keyboard)...

... and now it seems my ears have improved. After singing along to The Beatles' "She Loves You" for, oh, 46 years or thereabouts, it now transpires that the line I have been belting out as "In spite of her 'to-do' - apologise to her" was, I now realise, actually written by L & M as "Pride can hurt you too..."

So it seems that the drugs I am taking for the Carpal Tunnel Syndrome are sharpening my hearing too.

Pardon?

16/06/2009

Parts of this blog..

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15/06/2009

Proof that “ITV Comedy” is an oxymoron

Proof that the phrase “ITV Comedy” is an oxymoron: “May Contain Nuts”.

Reasons.
1) The title – it means nothing. It has no connection with the plot or characters. Now if it was a sitcom set in an underpants factory, or 18th century Bedlam then, OK, “May Contain Nuts” might be appropriate. But socially-aspiring, latte-drinking, Tarquin-offspringed, 50p tax-rated, gated-community dwellers? Where’s the link?
2) The setting – socially-aspiring, blah blah blah (see above). Does the word zeitgeist mean nothing?
3) The ‘jokes’ – don’t get me started (and, coincidentally, it seems that that was the scriptwriters’ motto). The main ‘comedy’ revolves around a forty-odd year old woman of diminutive stature (not a bit of Political Correctness there, she is just short) masquerading as her eleven-year-old daughter in order to take the entrance exam for a highly selective school. Let me tell you, she makes the least convincing eleven-year-old since Jeanette Krankie stuck a catapult in her back pocket and decided to go the Jimmy Clitheroe route.
4) (And I can still taste a tiny bit of bile riding in the back of my throat as I recall this) The scene where the forty-odd year old woman is trying on pre-teen slut gear (imagine Lesley “Birds of a Feather” Joseph dressed up like a Bratz doll) and her husband (and remember now, this woman is masquerading as their pre-teenage daughter) confesses to be a little ‘turned on’.

I have seen ITV sitcoms shuffle from semi-prime-time into the twilight viewing hours between the showing of the first and second episodes before now. This one, mercifully, is only a two-parter. Nonetheless, I am not sure that they can't find something to fill the schedule where the second part is supposed to be - a double bill of "Mind Your Language" and "On the Buses" might do the trick.

It's a marvel

Time.

Of course time is relative. That's why it is called a grandfather clock.

14/06/2009

9% of people claim they have seen a UFO

OK, so that's what the banner on the YouGov front page suggests.

But how many have been abducted? Let me tell you something...

I woke up the other morning to discover bloodstains on my pillow - I had experienced a spontaneous nocturnal nosebleed. That is something which has never happened to me before.

When do you get nosebleeds? That's right - when you go through some kind of decompression - like going up in an aeroplane - or perhaps something that reaches an even greater altitude. Are you tuning in to me yet, brothers and sisters?

Another odd thing; the whole room was entirely as it had been when I had gone to sleep the previous night. Now let me ask you this; if you were an alien, maybe a "grey", or something more like a futuristic hologram, or just that wobbly faced man from the end credits on the early Star Trek TV shows, and you were abducting someone, would you (a) make a right old mess of the place, opening drawers, swapping the socks around so all the pairs were odd, doing an alien-Banksy style graffito on the wall above the bedhead, etc., or (b) leave everything EXACTLY where it was, so there was absolutely no proof that you had been there.

I think we are on a wavelength here.


You got it, brothers and sisters; I had been abducted by aliens, and possibly (possibly? NO - probably!) been probed. And they didn't even have the decency to buy me dinner first. Sometimes you just can't win.

Pinches of salt not provided...

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