And this is why… My oven died yesterday and I took it to the oven graveyard (well, it probably ends up in India or China somewhere, but the local dump’s just a bit nearer for me). I go to buy a new one at Currys on the way home. Enter Currys for a new oven. Select oven No.1 – “Sorry, …
All around the Moat
Although not basically funny, I can’t help seeing the lighter side of the search for the now infamous Raoul Moat. Half the UK’s police force, the SAS and ‘specialists’ from other countries have been looking for this one bloke for just over a week now without success. But they did find his tent. I can’t help likening the situation with …
24 nit pick
Well, it’s a bit complicated. but this terrorist wanted to blow someone up who was in hospital. So he gets into the building wearing a bomb vest, but he’s sussed by the good guys and they transmit a blocking signal so he can’t explodipate himself with its trigger. Should have been a wired system mate – much more reliable. Anyway, …
24 nit pick
So, after his miraculous recovery from being stabbed in the stomach last week (which in 24 time is about 15 minutes ago), Jack finds himself in the hands of the Russian arms dealers. They hang him up by his wrists to a water pipe and start torturing him by repeatedly sticking electrodes in the knife wound he sustained a few …
24 nit pick
Well, Jack was right, as usual. That psycho bird who he said was unstable did in fact flip and stabbed the baddy – the only lead they had, by the way (what’s the chances of that happening on 24?) – about twenty times with a six-inch blade. When good ol’ Jack tried to stop her, she gave him some too, …
Fiddler on the street
I was walking past a bookshop in Wales last week and spotted this mannequin sitting outside on the street. We all know that the Taffs are renowned for their sheep-shagging abilities, but it seems as though this fellow was being used to advertise some other form of sexual gratification. Strange race, the Welsh!
24 nit pick
This week Jack got twatted by a Tazer, strapped to a chair and repeatedly punched in the face. Just fifteen minutes later, he was driving a car, coherent, without a sign of blood or any apparent bruising. Meanwhile, another ex FBI agent, who’s still experiencing major trauma from her last undercover job six years ago is also roped in to …
24 nit pick
Woohoo! The waiting is over. Jack’s back and 24 has exploded back on to our television screens. I say exploded – It was more of a phhhhhht! really. A bit like a wet trouser cough. Only more violent. Anyway, within the first ten minutes there was a firefight in the middle of L.A. involving three blokes using automatic weapons. Street …
Out grumped!
I picked up a copy of the music review/gig guide newsletter ‘Moonshine’ in Nottingham yesterday. It’s published by a guy who’s a classic rock DJ/radio DJ/publisher/promoter and goes by the name of Mick Moonshine. At the back of the magazine he runs a column called ‘Sacko’s Shit List’. I am assuming that it’s a list of pet hates that readers …
Say ‘Cheese’
Did you see the pictures of Iris Robinson on the news over the weekend with that ‘guilty-as-fuck’ sickly grin on her fizzog? You know, one of those looks that’s just crying out for a good thwacking from a lump of four-be-two? Oooooo. Couldn’t you just?