AAARRRGGGHHHH ... it's Children in Need!
Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2003 11:29 am
Once again a decent night in front of the telly is ruined by a bunch of attention grabbing c-listers trying to get their mug on the telly all in the name of charideee m'darlin.
Just watch as people who you wouldn't see in a month of Sundays suddenly appear to do their bit. Butchering Broadway classics, limping through piss poor dance routines, interviewing some arse sitting in a bath of baked beans. If they wanted to sit naked in beans its not because its an ordeal for them its because they WANT to sit naked in a bath of baked beans. If you want my sponsership then they should eat them afterwards too!
So what have we got to look forward to tonight? That fat knacker Barry from eastenders bellowing out a Barry White song. Gobby Roslin interrupting Wogan, the ginger gnome Anthony Worral Thompson and that hyperactive black & white minstrel Ainsley Harriot displaying their utter lack of comic timing as they piss all over any happy memories we had of a great Morecambe & Wise sketch - for fucks sake is nothing sacred? and Donny Osmond! Donny bloody Osmond! Has no one told him it isn't 1973 any more? And what's the crowning turd on this whole shambolic tribute to amateur night? Shane Richie and other soap star shits singing a Wham song! Why do I bother to pay a licence fee is anyone's guess!
Worse still they get reputable and distinguished experts to act like an arse! Usually news and currnet affairs journalists! I'm still trying to erase from my mind the sight of Jeremy Vine in womens underwear singing from Rocky Horror. How does he expect to retain any credibility when he he looked like a reject drag act is beyond me! Surely it can't be long before the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse turn up.
But hey its all for charidee!!
And that bloody bear!!! How many years has it been going on and still his eye isn't any better!!
Sorry I'm starting to froth at the mouth now!!
Oh sod it I'm going to the pub!
Just watch as people who you wouldn't see in a month of Sundays suddenly appear to do their bit. Butchering Broadway classics, limping through piss poor dance routines, interviewing some arse sitting in a bath of baked beans. If they wanted to sit naked in beans its not because its an ordeal for them its because they WANT to sit naked in a bath of baked beans. If you want my sponsership then they should eat them afterwards too!
So what have we got to look forward to tonight? That fat knacker Barry from eastenders bellowing out a Barry White song. Gobby Roslin interrupting Wogan, the ginger gnome Anthony Worral Thompson and that hyperactive black & white minstrel Ainsley Harriot displaying their utter lack of comic timing as they piss all over any happy memories we had of a great Morecambe & Wise sketch - for fucks sake is nothing sacred? and Donny Osmond! Donny bloody Osmond! Has no one told him it isn't 1973 any more? And what's the crowning turd on this whole shambolic tribute to amateur night? Shane Richie and other soap star shits singing a Wham song! Why do I bother to pay a licence fee is anyone's guess!
Worse still they get reputable and distinguished experts to act like an arse! Usually news and currnet affairs journalists! I'm still trying to erase from my mind the sight of Jeremy Vine in womens underwear singing from Rocky Horror. How does he expect to retain any credibility when he he looked like a reject drag act is beyond me! Surely it can't be long before the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse turn up.
But hey its all for charidee!!
And that bloody bear!!! How many years has it been going on and still his eye isn't any better!!
Sorry I'm starting to froth at the mouth now!!
Oh sod it I'm going to the pub!