So there I am, cooking dinner in the kitchen, the very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither offering support by sitting at the breakfast table and quaffing a bottle of white wine, when bloody Bill bleedin' Oddie comes on the mini-Devil's Lantern above the fridge to introduce Autumn Watch or some such televisual fodder.
"Tonight, we're having a beaver watch," he said excitedly.
The pornosensor in my brain began sounding loud and clear - DING, DING, DING! SMUT-ON-THE-BOX, SMUT-ON-THE-BOX!!! Pither immediately downed culinary tools, pulled up a chair and joined VSTB EW in Wine Corner. "This is what I pay my bloody licence fee for," I said, as Mr P tutted into her glass.
What happened?. Bloody nothing, that's what happened!! A bloody hour of footage of some bloke down a cave looking at bats, two stags having a scrap and some fat rats with ping-pong bat tails farting around in the water!!!
I wanna complain. Whatever happened to Points of View?
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WEDNESDAY, 21 NOVEMBER 2007
SHORTS DON'T MATTER! 1.
From the greatest programme ever made about association football, Barnstoneworth United FC manager Mr Dainty delivers one of the finest English soliloqiues of all time.......and afterwards, spare a thought for the club steward's wife Vera (YOU ONLY HAVE TO WATCH HALF OF THE CLIP!!).
Monday, 12 November 2007
Not everyone who agonises over their life is a painter. Some of us agonise because we're NOT painters.
....And On the Subject of Great Public Services
I know most of you have heard this marvellous song by those doctors who are the Amateur Transplants......but I think the video is a nice addition. P.S. If there are kids in the room I'd shuffle them out before hitting play.
...There's More
On the subject of those great doctors, here is their version of More Than Words which presents their challenging views on women outside Watford. The very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither, coming from Cumbria, is a huge fan. Again, get those kids out of the room!
Leave Britney Alone, Ok!!!
Oh...........my............God!!!!!
My heartfelt thanks go to BGT for this. I won't say much more, I don't need to. Mr Loony of Loonytown, USA (I think it's a bloke, anyway), says it all. I fear he may be wound too tight for.....well.....well for everywhere, really!
Tuesday, 18 September 2007.
I wish I'd sung this!
For non-Americans, and with apologies to all the smart arses out there who already knew, the FCC is the Federal Communications Commission and it monitors TV and radio output in the States - a sort of broadcast police - while the EPA is the Yanks' so-called Environmental Protection Agency, a body which does exactly the opposite of what it says on the can.
(P.S. We went to the same school, you know? Eric and me, that is, not George, Martha, Dick and Condoleeza and me. I don't think they went to school.)
P.P.S. Please see below if you are I Like The View, Malc or Doris.
To Make You Laugh and Cry
I was listening to this on a Sunday, the very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither is a Catholic, Tom Lehrer is one of my all-time heroes and this is one of his best.............no other reasons.
On a more sombre note (and with thanks to Fish for coming up with this Woman's-Own-passes-the-time-in-the-dentist's-waiting-room nonsense), why not get a computer to tell you that you are a waste of space and your life is a sham of a mockery of a farce? Ok, it's from one of those poxy dating sites but...go on, take the test. You ain't got much to beat!!
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"
This Is My Life, Rated | |
Life: | 4.2 |
Mind: | 4.1 |
Body: | 2.7 |
Spirit: | 8 |
Friends/Family: | 1.6 |
Love: | 0 |
Finance: | 5.9 |
Take the Rate My Life Quiz |
I First Saw This When I Was Little - And Loved It! I Hope That Explains a Few Things
Fuck, Fuckety, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck
It has been pointed out to me that, particularly for one whose profession is supposedly literary, my language is getting worse. My use of the "F" word is, I am told, far too prevalent and hence loses impact.
To those who share this view I suggest you watch the following:
Tony Blair Isn't a Burglar - But If He Was.........
In the spirit of Gustav Holst's Jupiter and Manfred Mann's Earth Band, I feel like raising a smile today.
The Big Green Thing alerted me to this and, for no other reason than to raise a smile on an otherwise crap Wednesday, I think it has to be shared.
Grantham shall not have him - when he gets out of prison.
Life On The Edge - No Net.
I was wrong when I feared it might be a dull weekend, what with my pals being away, my soon-to-be ex-wife in rehab and only the dogs to play with. How wrong can a man be? This much fun must surely be illegal?
Just click to see the japes and hoots I am having!
Click again to see how things got REALLy exciting!
Tomorrow we're going to chase pigeons.
The Good Old U.S. of A. - Guardians of Freedom and Democracy. Nothing to Be Scared of, Then?
Be honest........
Who fucking cares!!
9 comments:
what did happen to points of view. . .
that wasn't the point, was it
I must confess to smirking to myself when I read the listings. But then I forgot to watch it and missed the fragrant Kate Humble. Oddy is an idiot, though harmless, Humble gets my juices going though beevers or no beevers. Off for a lie down now.
You hang out with your almost ex wife and watch beaver tv!? How forward thinking.
ILTV,
Nope, you've got it. That wasn't the point.
BW,
She is rather scrumptious, isn't she?
Dyna,
I am big into nostalgia!
It's not forward thinking, by the way - it's hippyish (as is my very-soon-to-be ex-wife). Trouble is, when you're not the one who calls time on things, you can't afford to buy your other half out and you love your house and where you live, what ya gonna do?
Saving my pennies for a move to the Highlands! Just biding my time. Why am I explaining myself to you? Perhaps I'm explaining it to myself.
I think Wogan is on Points of View, but I never watch it. By the time that old talentless gasbag has finished waffling, there's no time for reader's letters.
I want to go on record as never having heard of Kate Humble. Won't stop 27 million perverts googling her and finding there crusty way to my fucking blog though, will it?
I trust that you did not miss Humphrey on the radio this evening in order to pre-occupy yourself with Mr Oddy.
Vicus,
I was cooking! I couldn't listen to the God Humphreys as well. It's all right for you. You open your tin of butterbean squash or defrost another cwt of lentils or just go out into the garden and start grazing but I have to create in the kitchen.
Cooking with bits of dead animals takes so much more time.
Well, I see. You must be an extremely good-natured man. Too bad beaver tv didn't di any rekindling!
I thought that my comment was a goodie, in the circumstances
;-)
You had to dredge up Barry Took, didn't you?
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