5th November 2007
Hi all,
Some random drivel I thought of while being stuck on a train crawling between Cambuslang and Rutherglen for the umpteenth time in my life.
I know it would never be the case, but wouldn't it be great if the reason that Marconi failed as a company was because an official policy was in place that "La Bamba" wasn't to be played on company grounds and it had an adverse affect on staff morale?
Given what I've read recently if I was visiting the States and heard Britney Spears say that she was "going to play hide and seek with the kids" I think I'd be quite worried.
By the way, the popular public reaction on Edith Bowman's show to Britney's new album was "Forget about the music - go and sort your life out." Wise words.
You know, I'm not sure I really want to know how healthy some of Tesco's own brand food is. One low fat yoghurt is 23% of your recommended daily sugar intake! One chicken and mushroom slice has 64% of your daily fat allowance! Yikes, I can see why some people at work seem to avoid eating anything.
For some reason Halloween led to a lot of decorating desks where I work. I actually wanted to have a picture of Kathy Bates from The Waterboy and a speech bubble saying, "Halloween? It's the devil!" Sadly Google Images couldn't help me find a still large enough for the purpose.
You know, I'm almost ashamed to admit that it has taken me nearly a year to be confident at fast-forwarding through ad breaks at 30x speed on Sky+.
Speaking of Sky+ here's a quick note to the people in charge at More4 - please stop putting weird health-related programs on before Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. I'd really appreciate it.
(All of a sudden I expect that any American readers are laughing at me, not with me. It's my favourite programme at the moment, I don't care what anyone thinks.)
Still on the subject of Sky+, is it possible to be any more embarrassed for someone than when Jamelia sang "Hey Ya" on ITV on Saturday night? I don't think she's been so embarrassed since either a) the first person to examine the lyrics to "Superstar" pointed out how stupid they are, or b) her boyfriend (footballer Darren Byfield) moved to Millwall. (I want to give Jamelia a break, as she seems really nice. However some things just can't be excused.)
I know I'm hardly Alan Whicker, but is there anywhere worse to wait for delayed flight than gate 55 of the North Terminal at Gatwick? The facilities there consist of free newspapers (not bad, I suppose), vending machines (passable) and one of those Starbucks booths staffed by one barista. It isn't good when you're getting on a British Airways flight and you're not looking forward to receiving an insulting packet of rabbit food as your in-flight meal.
Still on the topic of British Airways, our landing in Glasgow last week let me know that Cougar did get another pilot's job after quitting the US Navy in Top Gun (I jest - it was very windy).
Call me a killjoy-pet owner, but my favourite firework on Guy Fawkes' Night is a torrential downpour.
If you want to really frustrate me, lock me in a room with my thoughts... and no pen and paper. Yep, I'm a compulsive note-taker.
I like Gabby Logan (for the most part, anyway), but if kicking her off television permanently means that Craig Revel Horwood follows suit that's a sacrifice I'm prepared to make.
Still on the topic of celebrity/reality shows, how can you call a show Celebrity Scissorhands when there's no celebrities in it? That program is so bad even Lorraine ditched it within half-an-hour of turning it on.
Just when I thought that squash was making me fitter, I end up playing in one of those games where your right arm is incapable of serious movement for two days afterwards.
Pentapetides? They just made that term up, right?
Is it just me, or is the probability of getting stuck behind a really slow driver immeasurably higher if you're running late?
People of Hamilton, be offended: When I recently asked Lorraine, "Guess which idiot I saw in Hamilton today?" she was guessing for about fifteen minutes before I had to tell her the answer.
Let's be honest, if the X-Factor group Hope just called themselves Five Slags everyone would know who we were talking about.
Worst thing so far about being a parent? Watching nursery rhyme dvds and being unable to stop myself from criticising them.
(Seriously, some of the people singing in them need to look up the word "enthusiasm" in the dictionary. That's all I'm saying.)
Final note for this week, regardless of your politics and feelings about wars please make a donation and wear a poppy if you possibly can ahead of Rembrance Day this Sunday.
Have a good week!
Tony
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