Sergeant is a shitter
I always knew Sergeant was a girl. Look at how he scuttled away from Mrs T when she loomed up behind him. And now he was too weak to stand up to Len “Seven!”. Meaning tv world order is returned as fat boy boring gets the boot from X Factor and Sergeant does the cowardly thing and resigns from Strictly. What a let down.
Crick in my neck
Just about everyone I meet of my age says their neck hurts, so God needs to come up with a re-design.
Go Tom!
I haven’t watched much of the presidential debate this morning, but it’s crystal clear who should be the next president of the United States – Tom Brokaw.
Tudoroaks
I’ve just written this up at Watchification, but have to repeat myself as I truly loved the performance by Natalie Dormer as Anne Boleyn. The Tories could have done with her help when they set about re-branding themselves, in fact Gordon Brown should ring her right now, so wonderful is she at changing our minds about someone’s public image.
Having carried the memory of the shrewish, conniving Anne Boleyn of the BBC’s Six Wives of Henry VIII back in the seventies, I was all set to hate her and instead have devoured every second of her presence on screen. I particularly love the way she dismisses people by a jerk of her chin, been trying to copy that.
Didn’t do her any good in the end though, as she still got written out of the series, to be replaced with a right dozy looking blonde bird. Twas ever thus.
I am sacked of being a mum
Got sacked by my smallest one ages ago with the above phrase, now I am going to sack myself from the local art society having attended a horrible meeting last night where I got told to “shut up”. Jesus it was like Last of the Summer Wine meets The Apprentice. Still smarting from the hideousness of it all.
Shoes
I’m going to the Paramount Comedy Awards tonite, worrying about what shoes to wear. (Clown ones?)
Fire Fire
I know the old boy’s probably writing something dead erudite about tonight’s meeting with the the head of Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew… and so I bow to his superior doo da.
However, I would like to mention that I did get a face-to-face with the councillor whose job it is to oversee the current proposals to get rid of our Fire Station. And what did he tell me? That we were lucky he was at the meeting at all tonight because his wife had wanted to go out as well and she had been really cross with him that he had to come to our meeting.
So thank you Councillor Lloyd for so selflessly putting your duty as an elected representative of the people, for which you are paid, before your wife’s ire, in order to debate the future of our fireman’s jobs and the welfare of the people of Radlett (not to mention Borehamwood and the many surrounding villages).
Visit the Save Radlett Fire Station web site.
The Living Dead
Please stop it Living, I can’t bear it anymore, stop it with the Most Haunted. I haven’t watched you beyond 9pm for weeks. Please, please stop.
Boomtown Creatures
“Oh look, doggie!” says Rosa as a large rat strolls past on the terrace. The men are coming next week to kill it, Steve reckons he can hear its babies squeaking in the ivy and I have filmed him/her eating the grapes from our vine. I left a bit of Milky Bar out for it yesterday which it ate, I think. Nature eh?