I yelled out with pleasure this morning whilst watching the GMTV weather girl throw all caution to the wind to insure me that it is going to be a white Christmas. I nearly splattered my porridge onto the wall such was my delight.
Ofcourse I switched over to BBC1 and they wouldn't commit themselves, miserable swines. Infact, as soon as I changed the channel, all the light in the room suddenly disappeared. Miserable, miserable BBC. I really do not know what they do with my money - they certainly don't spend it on lighting.
I took to my room last night because there was sod all on tv. I don't expect much from the commercial channels but in the love of the new born Baby Jesus why 'Celebrity Come Dancing'? Bring on pay for view television and sink Broadcasting Bloody Crap - last straw for me, by the way, was the news they were cementing over the Blue Peter sunken garden.
Whilst on the subject, Chicago, why has this tawdry musical become the natural progression for C list celebrities after appearing on one of these bastard reality tv spectacles? When it opened there were real stars in it Ute Lemper and Ruthie Henshall - even Alison Moyet trod the boards (all beit slowly). Now every two bit soap actress and news reader gets a crack at it - and dosey welsh film stars come to think of it.
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