Tuesday 5 May 2009

And This Year's Totally Credible TV Award Goes To...



Yes this year's totally credible TV award goes to Ray Winstone for last night's ITV drama "Compulsion" in which his greying, obese, fifty-something chauffeur Flowers managed to have the young,slim, beautiful and gorgeous Parminder Nagra (below) demanding sex with him at every possible opportunity.



But however much the earth moved for her, Parminder's insatiable character, who enjoyed it in grotty houses and the back of the car in run down industrial estates called it a day and stabbed him when Flowers suggested another off the Richter scale experience at his mobile home in Dungeness. Caravan Park? Dungeness? A girl has her standards you know. On behalf of all overweight, greying, fifty-something males I would just say one thing "In our dreams Ray. In our dreams".



Watching that made me realise why Parker always had that knowing look on his face.



It's all systems go here for the bi-annual CEDABOND workshop. Getting our priorities right we've got Peter practising his golf swing in the car park. Peter is under firm instructions not to beat any customers so, when he scores over par on the magnificent Celtic Manor course he will only be obeying orders. We will be showing and handing out brochures on our new Sous Vide digital water baths at the workshops. Workhouse Marketing have done another excellent job on the literature which is great. I have just downloaded a timetable. We've got our first appointment at 8 o'clock in the morning. Eight o'clock! What sort of time is that for work? However nice the customer is I haven't been to work at eight in the morning since my paper round forty years ago. I think I will have to delegate that appointment to Marion.



So sad to see Sami Hyypia leaving the reds at the end of the season. What a magnificent contribution he made to Liverpool in his time at Anfield. He set the perfect example of what a centre half should be and has to go down amongst our all time greats. Good luck Sami. I know he'll get a massive send off at our last game of the season.



The Guardian managed to ruin one of the art world's most romantic stories this morning. It seems that instead of the tormented soul Vincent Van Gogh cutting off his own ear as some sort of desperate self harming cry for help, it was Gauguin wot done it with a sword. It is still true that he handed the severed body part wrapped in a bandage to a local prostitute who is reputed to have said "what's this ear?"

Remember those guys who caught their sunglasses on their faces? Well now they have rolled one of them up in a huge ball of yarn. Now I wonder if I got that credibility award right!


No comments:

Post a Comment