No, you idiots. Big Brother (Or ZanuLab) Watches us.
You have no need to allow the buttock-clenching mind meltingly awful spectacle of another how ever many window licking mouth breathers attempt to become c-list 'celebs' grace our screens.
Anyway - question to the readers. How many more cameras are on me as I walk down the average high-street than are on the arse-muppets in that cage of despair?
Answers, attached to a brick and thrown at Davina's gawking phisog.
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Crap uncurrent pilot, occaisional yachtsman, driver of a gas guzzler, Northern Exile, Idler, International drunkard and traveller and furiously henpecked by The Dere Northerner
Yours truly
Former genius
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- Big Brother
- My New Economics editor
- I know everything
- Frozen Wastes
- As ene fule kno
- The omens ain't good so far this week.The Colonies...
- Plumbo Jumbo (Again)
- Echo Kilo, downwind to land
- Strange Post
- Boy's Toys
- The Alvis
- Oh My Liege, you have spoken
- Where there's muck....
- Plumbo-Jumbo
- T'interweb
- No, the light is the 10.25 to Brighton
- End in sight
- Drains
- That'll teach me.
- Chap Olympics
- And how dirty are you....?
- No, I said 'Fisk', there's no 'T' in it.
- Giddy Up!
- Waiting for Gordo
- A night on the Tiles
- Going...going...going...going...going...
- Monday, Monday....
- Vote! Vote! Vote!
- An apology
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Where you all are
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