I have always maintained to my dear Brother Sigismund that Doctor Who is a tad homoerotic. (I mean getting Kylie on the Christmas special..??)
Here...
I was emailed this by my particular friend and when I had ploughed through the impenetrable yoof-speak it was rather amusing.
Showing posts with label Crappy telly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crappy telly. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Big Brother
I was staying with some particular friends of mine last night who are very dear to me. However, they do insist on watching Big Brother.
So - due to circumstances utterly beyond my control, I endured an episode.
This has broken my moratorium on the show and now I feel unclean.
So - due to circumstances utterly beyond my control, I endured an episode.
This has broken my moratorium on the show and now I feel unclean.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Big Brother
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.
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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