Wednesday, 30 January 2013

30.1.13 Wetherby Services - Rubbish

I have decided to speak out, and make a stand against the fascist rulers of Wetherby Services, who have erected numerous signs about litter.  The two similar messages are:

"Bin your litter, other people do"

"Use a bin for your litter, others do"



I am not at all happy with the messages being given via these notices.  My unhappiness with the tone and sentiment is matched by my complete dissatisfaction regarding the wording itself.  I would like to go on record to say that, despite the claims made, I (and only I) put my litter into a bin.  I have never expected anyone else to put my litter in any bin, nor have I ever sought such intervention in any motorway service area, let alone Wetherby.  Neither have I, under duress, ever allowed someone else to manhandle my litter, or transport it towards a bin.

The insinuation is that I am creating a lot of litter which other people are putting in the bin, and that I am at fault for not joining in: ie. Other people do, but I don't.  Other's apparently use a bin for my litter and I am now being told to use a bin as well.  As far as I am concerned, other people can keep their fucking hands off my litter!  If I am successful in managing to keep other people's hands off my litter, then the claim that 'others do' (regarding use of a bin for my litter) is quite clearly a lie.  I am in the process of obtaining legal advice over whether I can sue in Wetherby.

Changing approach now, to consider the other option, I have concerns as well.  By 'the other option', I mean that the notices are inherently flawed, and the intention of the twats in charge was to say that other people put their own litter into the bins, so I really ought to follow their example (with my litter, not theirs, of course).  IF this is what they meant to say (but failed completely) then I need to highlight further issues.

The "others do" and "other people do" assertions are clearly lies.  I claim that there must have been a state whereby other people fucking didn't for there to have been a need for signage.  The only reason for such signs would have been litter that was not placed in bins.  If there was indeed litter on the floor, and the claim that "others do" (or did) has any merit at all, then it must have been ME by default who was the fucker littering the place!  I resent the accusation and refute it completely.  In fact I refute the charge, and refuse to accept that the refuse was not binned by me.  I can be quite sure that other people fucking didn't throw their own litter into the bins because I know for a fact that I have always thrown my litter (litter that needed throwing, anyway*) into bins.  Thus, any litter not in a bin was/is most certainly not mine.  I therefore resent getting the blame for that, through the tone of these notices that are threatening and pompous!

I have purchased 3 cans of aerosol paint, so that under cover of darkness, I can respond to each claim on each sign with one of the following three options:

a) Fuck off, I do bin my litter!
b) No they fucking don't!
c) You cunts - that's libellous.

'Other people' are in fact thick cunts who cannot read.  I know this because anyone who reads any of the signs will automatically become the target of the instruction/criticism, and be ordered to use a fucking bin, something that others do.  It therefore follows that the only people qualifying as 'other people' must be those who do not see or understand the signs.  The blind will of course be unaware, period.  They will not see the signs, not know which group ('others' or 'alleged offenders') they belong to and will most definitely not see whether there's any litter lying about.  In fact, they won't even see the bins.  Apart from the fact that they MAY produce some litter of their own, we should, I feel, exclude them completely from this whole mess.  That leaves us with people who cannot read.

People who cannot read the signs will therefore form part of the group known as "others" on account of their not being able to see the message which would immediately move them into the category of offenders.  On that basis, they will be in the clear as far as binning rubbish goes, even if they do not bin their rubbish.  This oversight by the sign-makers means someone can drop rubbish underneath a sign, yet form part of the group known as "others" whose members supposedly "DO" put rubbish in bins.

* I noted above that I throw away litter that needs to be binned.  Quite clearly there ought to be a choice.  These days, so the government keeps spouting, choice is everything.  I think it is a cheek to order us all to bin litter, because on many occasions I decide to take it away with me.  Whilst we do not in the UK have a constitution, I feel that the right to bear rubbish would be something to be included in my rights.  Now, though, I'd like to move on to the final FLAW in the whole mess.

I may (as may others) from time to time have various collections of molecules that could be termed not just 'unwanted', but 'rubbish'.  Rubbish itself is not a problem, but what is done with it can lead to undesirable results, and so problems with litter.  Rubbish, if not properly dealt with, can cause a mess, and in such circumstances, rubbish becomes 'litter'.  If I have some rubbish, and I put it into a bin, then all well and good, and 'litter' does not come into the equation.  However, if I have some rubbish and drop it on the floor, then it instantly becomes 'litter'.  The sign writers were wrong to target litter.

Litter consists of waste products that have been disposed of improperly, without consent, in an inappropriate location - so says Wikipedia.  So, if I decide not to turn my rubbish into 'litter', I need do no more than keep it, or put it into a bin.  To make it 'litter', I'd need to toss it on to the floor.  Once it is on the floor, it IS NOT MINE, but instead belongs to Wetherby Services, the owner of the property. The twats who made these signs should have suggested all visitors ought to put their own rubbish into the bins provided.  That way, there would be no fucking litter!

Q.E.D.

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Monday, 28 January 2013

28.1.13 Problem Page - Problems of the Week

Maybe I have a warped sense of humour.  Actually, there's no 'maybe' about it. Still, on this occasion I am quite sure my amusement is shared by others, because there were a couple of entries in Saturday's paper that are worthy of repetition here.  Initially I'd missed them, but they were read out aloud around the kitchen table by finacee of TMWSC Junior, and I decided they needed further attention.  The first is certainly a funny one.  The second is simply unbelievable.  So here we go - Problems of the Week

Dear Deidre

When my youngest child left home, my wife decided she didn't want to be bored and needed a new focus in life.  Sadly she's found it in network marketing - selling cleaning products.  It's driving me mental and making us both social lepers.  I'm 43 and she's 44 and we have been happily married for 22 years.  But since she started this lark there are stickers all over the house saying things like: "I will be regional manager!!"
    She even went on a training course in the States and came back talking like an American and spouting pure company jargon.  Worst of all, she's contacted all of our friends locally to "present her business" and push all her products on them.  I'm worried they'll start to avoid us.

TMWSC says: A pound to a penny this is Amway.  As Deidre noted in her response, it will in time fizzle out, and she'll run out of people interested enough to participate, whether in joining in with the selling or with buying stuff. It's sad that the response/answer includes the probable failure of the enterprise, though.  Whatever the outcome of this situation, it will most certainly be the case that friends will be rather cool about the intrusion and touting.


Dear Deidre

My boyfriend and I are keen to settle down and start a family.  Everyone says it's too soon but what do they know? [A fucking lot, as it turns out]  I'm 19 and work in a bar.  He's 21 and he's got a good job in a service centre.  I met him at a party on Christmas Eve.  I'm head over heels in love with him and he feels the same about me.  [So far, this is not looking as promising from my point of view as it is from hers]
    I've been with him now for two weeks but I've known him for more than a month.  I'm moving into his flat with him next week.  We texted the other day about having a baby and know our own minds - it's what we both want.  I just need an opinion from someone who doesn't know me.  Am I moving too fast?

TMWSC says: I don't know you, so hopefully my opinion will be useful.  "Get a fucking grip, you daft twat!"  Talk about irresponsible.  Sure, meeting someone and falling in love is one thing, and moving in is not totally OTT - but having a baby?!  It's this sort of action that creates so many of the problems in this country, for the state (benefits etc) and the fathers, and for the poor kids. You'll likely be a single parent, whinging about benefits while the rest of the population whinges about you.  I'm sure it's bad enough becoming pregnant unintentionally, but to do so as rapidly as this is just stupid.  If you are typical of teenagers today, the UK is more fucked than I thought it was.

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Sunday, 27 January 2013

27.1.13 Dancing On Ice - Week 4

Overview / Preview

So, we're a few weeks in and we have the usual mix of romance blossoming (or is that sex in hotels) and comedy triumphing (or is that thick people using smart phones to keep someone in who can't skate or dance?) while the judges argue and score using different criteria.  The only thing we can all truly rely on is that Bleakley will be bleak.

Does anyone think Matt Lapinskas might win?  I only ask this because he's a soap star with a dancing background.  A quick review of past winners might suggest he's at a slight advantage.

2009 - Ray Quinn
2010 - Hayley Tamaddon
2011 - Sam Attawar
2012 - Matt Wolfenden

Yes, all soap stars and ex-soap stars with a dancing background.  I suppose there's always a chance that Samia will keep the 'soap' link going without the 'dancing background' part.  Anyway, the show starts in an hour, so we'll see what happens.

The Show

'School Disco Night' is a bit lame for a theme, and we were served a predictable routine from the contestants who were dressed in uniforms.  I must say there was something creepy and slightly revolting about seeing Anthea dressed as a girl.



After the school stuff, Bleakley managed a wonderful comment when telling us what to look forward to.

"Expect dodgy hairdos, retro photos and fashions that were never in style."  No change there then, Christine - just another normal week for you, eh?

Shayne & Maria

Tony Gubba: "A step sequence with body contractions."

Ashley Roberts: "I'm really excited."

Jason Gardiner: "It ended up being Living La Vida Loca Lock-in Syndrome."

Luke & Jenna

Luke: "At the end of the day it's about skating."

Jenna: "Luke tends to follow his own beat."

Tony Gubba: "A forward plank.  A cheerleader pop."

Robin Cousins: "There were 35,000 rhythms but none of them were in the music that was playing."

Anthea & Andy

Anthea: "I was always in trouble for talking."  [Shut the fuck up then]

Tony Gubba: "The Help Me Please catch."

Anthea: "Do you think Donny liked it?"  [You sad trout]

Anthea was simply manhandled (poor chap) and so was picked up and put down again.

Keith & Olga

Tony Gubba: "The Gremlin from the Kremlin."  [Keith's piss-take about Olga]

Tony Gubba: "The I'll Be There lift.  The Cheggers Lift"

Gareth & Robin

Tony Gubba: "Whipping cartwheels,"

Ashley Roberts: "You're enjoying yourself and having fun; I'm excited for you."

Matt & Brianne

Tony Gubba: "The Towering Inferno lift."

Beth & Dan

Jason Gardiner: "This was an opportunity to show us your fun side but it appears as though you don't have one."

Jason was quite rightly trying to explain why he gave the marks he did, because whilst there was content, there was no 'performance' - the bit that is his main focus.

Joe & Vicky

Ashley Roberts: "Your Arabesque lines looked a little bit like a dog taking a wee."

Samia & Sylvain

Ashley Roberts: "Having fun."  [Not the most original comment, I think you'll agree]

Yet again talk was dominated by the fucking 'headbanger'.  The weird thing is I've never seen anyone bang their head.

The Result / Skate Off

Anthea: "I liked the end bit."  [So did we, when it was over]

Keith wins and we say goodbye/good riddance/good-on-ya-judges.  This woman talks far too much and gushes shit.

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27.1.13 Weekly TV Guide Continued

I noticed the listing for a film on Channel 5 at 1.00pm on Saturday, as follows:

Patricia Cornwell's At Risk (2010) 15

I thought to myself, "Well do something about it if you're that fussed."  Then my eyes moved to another film, and by altering just one letter, I found I could change the thrust rather significantly.  The new name was:

Pilates of the Caribbean

Changing the 'r' to an 'l' seemed such a minor tweak for such a big effect on the thoughts conjured up by the new name.  I looked through the TV Guide to see what other one-letter changes could result in an improved offering on my small screen.  Here are a few, with the original letter in brackets.

The Good Cock         (o)
Come Dive With Me   (n)
Doctor Why              (o)
Little Fuckers            (o)
Lancing On Ice          (d)
Blog It!                      (f)
Top Rear                   (g)
Open All Fours          (h)
Bargain Cunt             (h)
Bushy and Proud       (p)
Don't Sell The Bride    (t)
The Hovel                  (t)
Cowboy Crap             (t)
Barley and Me           (m)
Rick Stein's A Pain    (s & space)

Toyota Ugly   (c and e) is an easy one for a double change.

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27.1.13 Weekly TV Guide

Animal Antics

This week's TV Guide contains some more quirks to which I'd like to draw your attention.  Before I do so, I must with some vigour protest about the dire 5.30pm offering by BBC1 in the Saturday schedules.  I sadly caught a few minutes of yesterday's Animal Antics, and was appalled at it.  Funny clips, whether of people or animals, have been around for a very long time.  ITV has long since learned that a studio-based format does not work, and with Harry Hill, the voice-over approach works well.  In fact, even when it's not Harry, any similar show works better without having reference to a presenter on the screen or any sight of a studio.  Why the fuck then do we have to watch Tim Brooke-Taylor and some stupid cunt dressed as a dog called 'Spike' accompanying him?  Also, there's a fucking stupid 'Animal Antics' logo plastered to the screen at the bottom, just to the left, which does nothing but irritate (just like TBT) and obscure the efforts of the animals.  This is gut-twistingly awful television.

Lazy Television from BBC2

The overriding sense of laziness comes from the lack of thought that's gone into the scheduling.  It's not the first time this has been the case, but it's worthy of a mention now.  My issue relates predominantly to Railways and Food - two subjects that have established themselves in no uncertain terms.

Let's start with Food, the fodder (ha!) that keeps the channel going.

Indian Food Made Easy
The Great Comic Relief Bake Off
Great British Menu
Masterchef: The Professionals
Rick Stein's Spain
Masterchef: The professionals - Michel's Classics
The Hairy Bikers' Everyday Gourmets
Rick Stein's Far Eastern Odyssey

What with so many multiple episodes, repeats and BSL versions, it's a cheek! This limited approach to entertainment is followed in another genre as well - that of the railways.  Can someone tell me why there's an obsession with rail travel and associated stuff?

On Monday we have: Great British Railway Journeys followed by Welsh Railways: Full Steam Ahead.  Then, later on, we have Locomotion: Dan Snow's History of Railways.  On Tuesday it's the same again, with the Welsh and Dan being separated by the Great British Menu and The Mary Berry Story.  On Friday, at 7.00pm, Julia Bradbury is about walking again, this time along disused train lines in Railway Walks.  It was a surprise and a blessing to see that the late film (11.50pm) called The Station is not about the fucking railways!

Just to round off, I thought I'd mention BBC2's subtle approach to the introduction of yet more repeats by calling programmes 'classic' or 'vintage'.  I refer to the useless repeats of fucking quiz programmes.

Classic Mastermind - an edition from 2003, showing on Monday afternoon. This is the third in a run of seven consecutive repeats. Tuesday's run of seven repeats includes Vintage Antiques Roadshow, Classic Mastermind and an edition of Weakest Link with no qualification, so maybe it was simply shite. The pattern is repeated in the following days, with the Friday explanation alongside Classic Mastermind - "General knowledge quiz".  Any cunt knows that only half the questions are general knowledge and that the specialised subjects are the thing that marks this quiz out from others!

River Monsters

"Jeremy Wade tries to track down a giant fish thought to inhabit a remote Mongolian river where a violent attack has recently occurred."  Well, let's hope that in Tuesday's 7.30pm episode we see him succeed in finding it, and that we get a re-enactment!

Later on (after a few programmes, including a fucking useless fucking repeat of a celebrity version of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire) there's a second helping of River Monsters.  How on earth ITV has the fucking nerve to show a repeat of River Monsters on the same night of a new edition I do not know.

"Kappa visits Japan to explore the legend of a creature called the Jeremy Wade, which is believed to lurk in rivers and has a reputation for being a sinister child-snatching killer."

[Please note that in the above quote from the ITV Guide, there may have been an intentional swap, with the words Jeremy Wade and Kappa being flipped]

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27.1.13 No Judgement or Justice

It is sadly true that judges in this country show a complete lack of judgement, and that supposed justice is actually no justice at all.  The average man in the street will most often agree that we have in this country lost the plot, and common sense has all but disappeared.  Instead of judges reflecting the will of the people, and implementing laws that were designed by Parliament, there seems to be a never-ending ability for exceptions to be made, for idiocy and for controversy.  The main crutch for these perverse views and judgements is the human rights legislation.  That's not to say that judges are not out of touch generally, and thus quite able to fuck up, but this rubbish about human rights now affords them some sort of excuse (so they say) to be pathetic.

A fanatic who was part of a plot to poison passengers on the London Tube in 2003 has been given bail, even though he has admitted being a threat to the UK.  It seems this Algerian bloke has also provided fake passports to other terrorists.  Mr Justice Mitting has decided not to deport him because doing so would breach his human rights.  What the fuck?  A fear that he just might kill himself is NOT any sort of reason to have any sympathy at all for a bloke who plots to kill others.  This country is completely fucking bonkers.

Elsewhere, a failed asylum seeker cannot be deported, apparently, because he is a member of a persecuted tribe.  The fact that Jumaa Kater Saleh was convicted as part of a gang targeting young girls seems less of an issue.  I suggest that whatever fucking tribe you're a member of in Sudan is irrelevant when you're in the UK, and that being in a gang (tribe?) that abuses a thirteen-year-old girl means you should be fucking dealt with properly.  Some cuntish lawyer wins a claim that this abuser will face "mistreatment" if sent back to Sudan and must therefore stay in the UK to protest his human rights.  This country is completely fucking bonkers.

Then we have the leeches, or the 'lawyers' as they like to be known.  These cunts absolutely love all the grief created by judges and by the human rights legislation.  Some of them will chase after pointless payouts over trivial things, such that the costs incurred are really high, to secure a tiny payout.  This milking of the system is a fucking disgrace.  Anti-war lawyers (otherwise known as 'tank-chasers') are to be found plying their trade in Afghanistan.  It's been reported that a company called Public Interest Lawyers (never has any company been so inappropriately named) has gained £1.45million in revenue through legal challenges for clients, mostly linked to human rights shite.  Of the £2million in total that's been paid out, only £6,000 has actually gone to "people directly affected".  The system is fucked if millions of pounds is channelled to lawyers, all for a net benefit to claimants of just a few grand. This country is completely fucking bonkers.

Finally, we hear of an 18-year-old who has been spared jail after having sex with a 13-year-old girl.  Some sort of weird Muslim teaching was supposedly to blame - views that included a woman being "no more worthy than a lollipop dropped on the ground".  I don't know what's more offensive; the teachings that are so perverse, the excuse for his actions or the sentence that in effect let him off [ 9-months youth custody suspended for two years].  Was Adil Rashid brainwashed?  His cherry-picked defence ignored the fact that the same teachings that suggested to him sex with a 13-year-old is not illegal also stated that sex outside of marriage is illegal.  The judge found him guilty but then dealt a sentence that rather undermined that judgement.  As ever, the efforts of the police and armed forces are devalued by judges.  Again, this country is completely fucking bonkers.

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Saturday, 26 January 2013

26.1.13 Splash! or Splat? The Semi-Final

It's so hard to decide if this show is a hit or a miss.  The format, the hosting, the length of each programme and the comic elements from people who haven't a clue, all combine to make this so fucking awful as prime-time Saturday entertainment that it's almost unmissable.

As with previous posts, I think I will concentrate on logging some of the rather odd quotations.  First, though, I must emphasise to the highest possible level (10 metres?) that Jo Brand has absolutely no business being on my TV screen.  Can't she remain invisible, on some obscure radio show instead? She's not funny, has a stock of jokes that are pretty much of the same ilk, and manages to simply add one point to whatever Andy's score is, because she wants to be popular while knowing fuck all.




Vernon kicked us off with a shite introduction, saying what was lined up, and Gabby took over to complete the waffle with:

" . . and not one serious wardrobe malfunction."

Well, that's the important thing, eg?  Fuck the diving, then.  Anyway, that dress could have been wrapped around the neck a couple of times, for improvement, maybe.  Just speculating.

This was the so-called semi-final.  Now, in my mind, watching a semi-final requires there to be another one as well, so that someone or some people go through to the final from each programme.  It seems that this week's semi-final (after 3 heats) is not going to be followed by three more heats and a semi-final. Instead, the finalists are simply a few of those competing tonight.  This makes no sense.

Vernon: "Good dives from the heats count for absolutely nothing."  

Thanks, Vernon; I could have told you that.  And anyway, there were few dives in any of the heats that could be classed as 'good'.

Linda: "My heart rate is beating like a mad thing."

Thanks, Linda, for being so totally illiterate and displaying the grammar abilities of a peanut.  Heart rates don't beat, and what sort of mad things beat?

Tom Daley proved that he is not above making basic errors in the formulation of useful contributions.

Tom: "They're doing harder dives from higher heights."

Anthony Ogogo (Go!)

The extended 'introduction' included the lame (ha!) update on Ogogo, who was still struggling after his injury last week.  This is the chap whose "dive" was not a dive at all, despite the numerous references to it - "it" being a jump.  Yes, he went into the water feet first, and hurt his foot.  How did this 'Olympian' have the nerve to refer to it himself as a dive?

Ogogogo: "Diving in front of the country was scary."

Just as well he didn't then, eh?  When he said; "I can't even dive now" I instantly though "you couldn't anyway".  So we learned that oGogogogogog [isn't that a railway station in Wales?] was pulling out of the competition and I wondered why he was sitting with the divers, changed and ready.  Seconds later the crowd for some pathetic reason gave a big cheer in recognition of his ability to stand up wearing small trunks, without pike, and feet-fucking-first again!  As for his inane chatter, he made Joey Essex seem almost mute in comparison.

Omid Djalili

He dived from the top board again, this time moving his arms a bit, towards his knees for half a second, before hitting the water.  Some of the input was pathetic; obviously Jo Brand was a waste of a lot of space.

Leon: "You stood there on the end of the board as if you owned it." [WTF?]

Leon: "I believe you've got short arms so you can only touch your knees."

Gabby: "Omid was the first celebrity to break the 10m board of course." [Carelessly or on purpose?]

Tom: "Tonight Omid jumped in the right direction."  [What, downwards?]

With scores of 7, 8 and 7, we moved on.  That was the end of interaction with Omid, for the time being, but in the lead up to the commercial break, Gabby Logan got rather smutty with a taste of what was to come:

"Coming up interior designer Linda Barker."

Linda Barker

The silly dance while disrobing was followed by the review of the week, and she came out with a couple of useful lines:

"The heat was incredible."  [From what, exactly, we were not told]

"My big competition in the Semi will be from the boys."  [Right, luv.  Well considering that at the time of speaking, you were up against one other female and four blokes, this was an earth shattering revelation!]

Jo: "It was a beautiful dive and it was executed beautifully."  [Sadly unlike you, Jo]

With 8, 9 and 8.5, Linda was hyped and chatty as ever, and pleased with 25.5/30.

Jake Canuso

Leon: "I'm so glad that I decided to put you through in the 'Splash Off'." [Leon, ensuring we think the judging is all about him]

Whatever Jo Brand said, trying to be funny about playing water polo and being on a horse was quite simply fucking painful.  Jake scored 27, with a nine from all three judges.  Jo obviously fucked up because in her own world, she needs to score out of 11, so that she can add one point and give a 10 without a dive being perfect.  Gabby Logan then rounded off Jake's segment [no, that's not a euphemism] with a pathetic mention of attire.

Gabby: "Nobody's even mentioned your trunks - that's how good your dive was."  [Twat]

Then, after this shite comment, she was at it again with the smut, with:

"Coming up television presenter Charlotte Jackson."

Charlotte Jackson

Vernon took the lead after the break, waffling about the show upholding the Olympic values of higher, longer, faster, after which Gabby chipped in with:

"Wetter, braver, tighter."

I wondered if she was becoming horny, daring and clenching her cunt muscles, but decided that was unlikely.

Vernon: "Charlotte, we've just seen that you hit a wall this week."

I looked at Charlotte, and I did think her jaw was just a touch squarer than normal, and that there was make up in place that was clearly trying to help her achieve good looks.  It did seem rather cruel of Vernon to pass comment in this way though - certainly not the best chat-up line I've ever heard.

After Charlotte (still sporting a white plaster on her broken toe) fell head first into the water, the announcer announced (blimey, someone in a role who can fulfill it, unlike the fucking ball boy at Swansea!) "Charlotte Jackson can dive".  The trouble was that he spoke in a way that made the 'v' seem rather silent.  After Jo made a pointless utterance, we heard from Leon, who was emulating Gabby with dodgy, smutty input:

Leon: "I really do feel for you."

With a 6, 7 and 6, the 19/30 was a weak score, although not nearly as weak as the useless comment from Gabby, who's clearly been spending too much time with Jo Brand:

Gabby: "If you think Charlotte's drive was toe-tally terrific, then dial . . . blah blah."

Vernon was not a lot better, managing to make himself look dumb as fuck with each of two comments.  He asked Tom in the round-up chat whether the broken toe had "hindered her journey".  Journey!  What the fuck?  Then, when Charlotte arrived to join in, Vernon asked her about the mental block she'd had, regarding being able to dive.  She said she'd managed to overcome it.

Vernon: "I'm still in the middle of mine."  [You said it, you chump!]

Eddie The Eagle Edwards

I started to wonder if Eddie had taken a job as a scaffolder or had turned into a thug, what with all the comments about raising the bar, and:

"You ripped the roof off in your heats."

ETEE scored 29/30.  It should have been more of course, not because the two chaps should have given more than 9.5, but because Jo should have been able to award more than 10.  I don't know about being capped, but she surely should be gagged.  ETEE is a nice bloke who seems genuine and quite humble, yet dedicated and eager.  If there was any room for another 'E', then I think 'Eager' would suit.

Review and Results

Vernon: "Charlotte, you're at the bottom of the leader board; are you worried?"

This dumb-arse question of the day was met with the appropriate answer from Charlotte.

Charlotte: "Well, I'm at the bottom - so yes."

What riveting television and discourse, eh?  This proves Vernon is worth every penny of his fee - if his fee is £7.99.

Gabby is no better, and the excited Linda was interrogated after getting through automatically.

Gabby: "Where can you go with your diving."

Linda was so desperate to maintain excitement, to talk and to be gushing that she completely missed the obvious response of:

"Towards the fucking water, you thick twat."

Jake made it through on the three-way 'Splash Off', and it was at this point I realised that he, Linda and ETEE would be the finalists, and that there would be no more heats and a second semi-final to find three more divers for a final.

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