Finally. It is almost over. After weeks of suffering the end is in sight. Big Brother finishes tonight. Hurrah.!!! No more opening the paper to find some grinning cunt from South London looking like a retard. No more photos of Davina Macall. One little note to all you budding terrorists out there… wouldn’t you just love to hurt all those British infidels.?? Then go set off a device at the set. If you are lucky you might blow Davina into a million tiny pieces. I would personally become a muslim myself if you managed that, plus you would rid our poor country of some of the horrible little shits that are small minded enough to watch this crass excuse for a television programme. It’s no wonder that audience figures are falling when TV companies are pumping out such wank as Big Brother, Love Island or I’m A Celebrity. Kill them all… nooooooooow.!!!
Friday it is. That thunderstorm last night was a corker wasn’t it.! It was loud enough to prompt a rather sleepy and terrified Fluffy Bunny to bury his head firmly under the duvet and seek shelter from the disco style light show that was going on and on outside. It was that last thunder clap that got me… was a flash and an instant CRAAAACK rather than a rumble which means it was CLOSE. Yes I ducked. If I am not out of bed watching the storm then I am hiding like a dog on Guy Fawkes Night.
I managed to have a hair cut this morning, by the same girl that did it a while back in a different barbers, but sadly she didn’t have the amazing eye shadow on.
One thing I have been watching on TV is that new Robbie Williams single, you know the one. The one where he raps.? Beatbox I think it is called… more like ShitLocker.!! Never in my life have I heard a more pathetic piece of audio faeces.!!! Someone mentioned that Roland Rat rapped better back in the 1980’s and I totally agree. Looking on as the smug faced Northern arsehole minces his way through a song over dubbed with the sound of a very old Casio keyboard makes me want to find out where he goes to relax and then emptying a large muckspreaders worth of horse shite over his deck chair… oh and him as well.!!!
This morning’s Jeremy Kyle show had a gay scouser on it… a contridiction in terms surely.! I kept sitting there expectantly waiting for him to start beating himself about the face. Sadly it didn’t happen but was quite funny. He had loads of different “disorders”. Those made up ones that have lovely acronyms, like ADHD and PTSD… and maybe HIV but I think that one might not be made up that much. ADHD, lovely. Naughty boy syndrome. It isn’t real, it is just a sad showing of the current state of discipline in this country. Instead of a sharp smack across the ass when your little shit of a kid is kicking up a fuss in Boots, you quite merrily go off and buy him a treat, so he thinks everytime he is naughty he gets a treat. Wrong way to deal with it.! Although ironically I can think of one person I know who’s partner is the same, kick up fuss, get treat and so ad infinitum.
I was watching, I think, TMF the other day. On it was Christina Aguilera. The thing is I didn’t actually believe it was her. She didn’t look, well, real. I mistakenly thought it was David Walliams or Matt Lucas dressed up like her. Weird. And not very pretty.
Hmmmm, I am typing this downstairs on a laptop while I have Q on. They have just had the “Rock Download Chart” on. I think their impression of rock music might be VERY different from everyone elses in the world… I kid you not, this is the actual top ten…
Snow Patrol
The Kooks
Razorlight
The Automatic
The Zutons
Orson
Orson
The Kooks
The Feeling
Snowpatrol
Where the hell is the rock in that.??? Snow Patrol, Razorlight and The Feeling produce the worst kind of dirge music ever, The Automatic and Orson aren’t bad but you wouldn’t wanna throw a TV out the window to them. The Zutons are a large group of the second most annoying musical people after Blazin’ “Haven’t you lot got ASBOs yet” Squad and The Kooks.? Really.? What a load of toss.!!! Where are bands like Coheed and Cambria, Atreyu, Korn, A7X (dare I say it).
While we are still on music, wouldn’t you just love it if James Blunt turned out to be the son of God. Not that he would be worshipped, just I really want to see the odious little tosser nailed to a large wooden cross. Oh, I had added a different song to my myspace site last night, until I changed it with Pulp’s fantabulously amazing Lipgloss. It is a song from Channel U called Free Yard by some black dude going by the moniker of Aggro. If you get the chance to watch it then please do and keep your eyes peeled for the brunette with the face like a slapped Prescott, who only seems able to dance by shaking her body like she is tied to a misfiring Triumph engine. Either that or she has Parkinson’s disease (and no I don’t mean she goes around interviewing people at random).
Damn that girl bothers me… but not as much as some others… 
Some people would think that you have too much time on your hands, noting everything down in the television world!
But suppose there’s not much else to do when you’re ill but watch TV!