I love a Bank Holiday and I’m not even a bank… except when the poxy phone rings at 8:30 and it’s a ‘number witheld’ who then phones back five minutes later when you’ve got back into bed and it turns out they are waffling on about selling you windows because your husband didn’t tell them to piss orf the last time they called you. Bah. They then came round to look at the existing windows and one of them did a wee all over the toilet, which I discovered after they had left. No chance of Cannot Piss Properly windows company getting any of my hard-earned cash now, filthy buggers.
We went to That Pub Quiz last night where I voted (in my head only) a man named Rupert as Twat Of The Quiz. As if being named Rupert was not reason alone, he was with an unfeasibly large quiz entourage of mostly braying women who flattered his ego by laughing at his ‘hilarious’ ways which included singing along to hair rock anthems and talking very very loudly. Bonus points for all of them being filthy bastard smokers (I cannot wait until July when the sensible law begins) and we beat them at quizzing anyway. Pah! Third out of thirteen teams, winning chocolates that we don’t even need as we are swimming in chocolate. Not literally, although if they provided armbands I could cope with that.
I saw this and got scared:
Patrick Wolf! What were you thinking????
I am so glad that Life On Mars is finishing next week. I loved that show but it’s becoming Torchwood In Vests with smoking fags replacing insinuations of gaylien bum fun. And that cannot be good, can it?
Future telly potential bags of fun: David Cross (you know, Tobias from Arrested Development and other things) has been cast in a new pilot for CBS called I’m In Hell, described as follows: ‘highflying Wall Street player (Jason Biggs) who dies in a BlackBerry-related car crash and is reassigned to Hell on Earth where he must figure out a way to get by without his career and all the trappings of his former existence. Cross is set as Scott, a sharply dressed man who serves as an emissary from hell, while Erica Christensen will play a nanny, a potential love interest for Biggs’ character who also is in the Hell on Earth program.’ This could be very good or very shit. I don’t know as I cannot see the future. Yet.
Who wants to go see Menopause: The Musical at The Shaw Theatre with me? It stars Su Pollard from Hi-De-Hi and Sinitta’s Mum Miquel Brown! It’s where we saw David Mitchell last Sunday (not performing in that, it was another show) and all the staff had to wear Menopause t-shirts. They looked so pleased by this development. Anybody? No?
I have just been informed that I may be spending several hours of my life watching Sue Perkins grilling Brian Blessed sometime at the end of this month. Damn my husband and his obsession for freebie BBC Radio tickets. But Brian Blessed? I have a strange admiration for the man and he was, of course, in Doctor Who that time…
Peri!!!! Nooooooooo! etc.
Easter Egg Update: We have eaten half of the massive egg. Other half and six Creme Eggs to follow. Very soon…