I’m going on it next year.
I’m going on with a lesbian Oompa Lumpa who will do the usual song and dance schtick until I shall proceed to beat her to death with a leg from a Queen Anne dining set. The act is to conclude with a full chorus of Rule Britannia!
If that doesn’t knock Simon for six then I am fucked if I know. I mean the howling, pissing and moaning will be something else. And that’s just from me - not the orange dwarf that dies for our pleasure.
I think I might call it “the aristocrats”. Or I shall just stage a wombat gang-rape. Why not?
At least it isn’t another fucking urban dance collective.
You don’t actually watch that crap, surely?
As for myself, I despair of TV as a whole, particularly at weekends, but enjoyed a trip down memory lane on BT Vision last night - Christopher Eccleston’s foray into Dr Who. I never really appreciated it when it first hit the screens back in 2005. Age has been kind.
Yes, I do.
I watch the first rounds. The rest are like toss. as to The Who. Well, God loves a sinner come to His understanding. It would be bizarre if the BBC didn’t occasionally get it right. I mean they have huge monies and all. I did an MSc in astrophysics in Godelian spacetime. And that is CTWs - closed time-like worldlines. Woo woo stuff!
The dug won.
I truly fucking despair.
This cuntry is seriously fucked!!!!
What is the point of posting a comment which is nothing but an empty stream of obscenities? Are you truly incapable of expressing a meaningful opinion?