Welcome back to the Really Wild Show. My name is Terry Nutkins and today I will be slipping two fingers in Michaela Strachan and rubbing goose fat into the loins of Chris Packham all whilst pretending to still be on Animal Magic with Jonny Morris.
On the other hand it may be me… Fluffius of Bunnicus with my large ears and bouncy tail bounding into your life to entertain you and talk shite for about ten minutes. Always nice to think I am wasting your life as well as my own.! Now what to waffle about today.?
Well top of the pops has to be the sad demise of Mr Floyd (I won’t be touching on Patrick Swayze, very sad though that is, I was never a fan and I have nowt to say on him). My lasting memory of a great character of our time will always be lying in bed on a Saturday morning in Bath, watching Saturday Kitchen and him swanning around the world, cooking in weird places and always with that bloody glass of red wine. I have cooked some of his recipes and they are totally delicious, the world has lost a fine god of food.
Moving swiftly on… I see the bulldozers are due into the Tropicana sometime in March of 2010. Oh really.? Well this will either go one of two ways obviously. In the first instance the “cunt”cil will allow them to demolish the building and Henry Boot will suddenly disappear into the swirling fog quicker than Jordan chasing after a new book deal. Or those bulldozers won’t actually arrive in the first place and the Tropicana will slowly crumble into the sea and be replaced by sand and a little blue plaque that says “Here once stood the Tropicana, don’t bother remembering it, the “cunt”cil never did”. Tosspots, EVERY ONE OF THEM, and Henry Boot can fuck off as well.
Next on the list comes the Government’s (I can’t work any swearing into that word, someone help me please.!) idea to increase the CRB checking to EVERY SINGLE PERSON who will ever come into contact with a child. So if you drive your child to school and occasionally give his best friend a lift too, then you will be CRB checked. If you aren’t and you are caught then hello five grand fine.
Seriously.! Words fail me. For once there is nothing I need to add to that. Incredible.
I am off to sort out my wood and maybe start laying some track. Enjoy.!