Showing posts with label Crappy telly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crappy telly. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Da Nu-Who

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.

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.

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.