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So.
ITV is 50 today.
All I can say is "How the fuck has it lasted this long?!"
So cheesy, commercialised and jam-packed full of irritiating Z list celebrities it's almost-nearly-not quite like the televisual equivelent of having your teeth pulled out. With a rusty hook. By a badger.
Just had an obviously senile Shirley Bassey stumble around the stage wearing ridiculous hair extensions and a fake sun tan so orange it'd make David Dickinson strangle himself with a 1952 antique cravat, and then G-Farce slaughtering 'Night Fever' joined by guest 'star' Morris 'Ugliest man in music' Gibb, and now Who Wants To Be A Squillionaire with Pant and Dick.
Quality Sunday night entertainment that. I'd rather be out hunting Chavs.
Luckily I have Nic here to keep me sane.
Well, sort of sane.
Aaaah..tea...
ITV is 50 today.
All I can say is "How the fuck has it lasted this long?!"
So cheesy, commercialised and jam-packed full of irritiating Z list celebrities it's almost-nearly-not quite like the televisual equivelent of having your teeth pulled out. With a rusty hook. By a badger.
Just had an obviously senile Shirley Bassey stumble around the stage wearing ridiculous hair extensions and a fake sun tan so orange it'd make David Dickinson strangle himself with a 1952 antique cravat, and then G-Farce slaughtering 'Night Fever' joined by guest 'star' Morris 'Ugliest man in music' Gibb, and now Who Wants To Be A Squillionaire with Pant and Dick.
Quality Sunday night entertainment that. I'd rather be out hunting Chavs.
Luckily I have Nic here to keep me sane.
Well, sort of sane.
Aaaah..tea...