Friday, 31 October 2014

31.10.14 News At Halloween


Tony Bennett is Gaga

Is there anything less entertaining at the moment than Lady Gaga wandering around with Tony Bennett and annoying us with their warbling?  No.  Why on earth TB has ever received any applause I've no idea, but in recent years I think it would have been kinder to have him not sing.  Anyone who wanted to give recognition to him for being part of an era gone by, and a poor man's Frank Sinatra could have clapped while the rest of us waited for him to shuffle off.  As a duo, the noise doesn't work, as very well evidenced on Strictly Come Dancing a couple of shows ago, when the pair were simply horrible.

Russell Brand

Is there any way of encouraging Russell Brand to shit-the-fuck-up?  Any suggestions on this pressing matter would be gratefully received.  This hypocrite and self-serving twat is given far too much attention (ie. more than cunting NONE) and the media pander to his outbursts like flies round shit.

Tony Blair

Tony Blair has come out with some comments about immigration.  Here we have another self-serving wanker why is so much more dangerous than Russell Brand.  Blair is the top example of a two-faced hypocritical self-serving vile individual, displaying cuntishness and views that are not wanted. How does anyone shut him up?  Amazingly, this maniac seems to trot round the globe spouting shit, getting loads of attention, earning a fortune, and achieving nothing.  What he now has to say about the country after leaving remnants to be mopped up and glued together is pathetic.  As for having any right to say anything at all about immigration, considering he opened the floodgates to serve his own ends, Fuck Off!  He seems to think that curbing immigration would be a mistake.  Talk about trying to defend his own history on this subject by continuing to promote the floodgates being left open!  Why don't you give some of your £80m fortune to the immigrants then, rather than expecting the country to foot the bill!  Of course not; in fact, you have done much worse, allowing a 7% cut in Britain's EU rebate during your negotiations whilst Prime Minsister.  Oh well, that's just an extra£7,000,000,000 we've paid over the last seven years.  TOSSER.

A Plea to the Paparazzi 

Please can you STOP following Lily Allen.  I have no wish ever to see her again, nor do I care for her forced controversial stances on things.  Her ego is too big, and her singing is weaker than tea from a 5th generation tea bag.

Taylor Swift



There is no escape, it seems.  There is nowhere that advertising can't reach now, and at every third fucking click online, up pops a shitty advert or trailer. This week, I have been abused aurally by Taylor Swift and her playground chants taken from an album called 1989.  This constant assault is simply unacceptable, as is her 'music'.

Notice to the Fashion World

I have no interest in what Millie Mackintosh is wearing, how skinny her legs are, how hard she works out, or whether she is breathing.  Please can you find something useful upon which to focus.

Fiona Woolf



After stepping down as chair of the inquiry into child abuse for the government, Elizabeth Butler-Sloss showed some awareness, and confirmed the government's naivety in appointing her in the first place.  The replacement, The government replacing her with Fiona Woolf has turned out to be even more of a catastrophe, but so far, one we are all stuck with.  This woman had to have seven drafts of a letter to apply to the Home Secretary, with help from the fucking Home Office!  How the cunting fuck does this make any sense at all.  To learn that she has more links with the establishment and with Leon Brittan than Butler-Sloss makes her even more unacceptable for heading this inquiry.  I suspect a big fat pay check, expenses and some kudos is a prize worth being rather devious for.  If two or three years are spent with this woman in charge, then I am sure the results will be counted for nothing.  As for Theresa May, I think she deserves a slot on 'River Monsters'.

Robbie Williams



Please don't bother.

Jonathan Ross

I missed this week's show - on purpose of course.  Who in their right mind would be able to stomach an hour of him.  Sadly his guests for the show were in nearly all cases equally pointless individuals.  Russell Bwand, Wio Ferdinand and the Lohan woman were all whiling away their time in his presence, along with Daniel Radcliffe, who one day might feature in something without bringing Potter to mind.  The egos must have been jostling like mad. Woss thinks he is the star of every show, Wio is under some sort of impression that he is revered for his tweeting abilities even if his football skills have left him completely, and Bwand is under the misapprehension that he counts for anything at all.  As for Lindsay Lohan, I thought she was still in jail; oh well.

River Monsters



There can be no doubt that fish worrier Jeremy Wade is annoying as fuck, with his incessant pestering of fish.  If only the tables could be turned.


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Tuesday, 28 October 2014

28.10.14 Cheryl's Name and CJD


It turns out that Ian Royce referred to the judge as Cheryl Cole during the warm up for the results show last Sunday.  Heaven help us!  What a fucking travesty.  Cheryl was very annoyed, apparently, because she has been a Fernandez-Versini for a few months, and doesn't appreciate people still using 'Cole'.  How strange then that we have been expected for the FOUR years since her divorce from Ashley Cole in 2010 to call her 'Cole' instead of 'Tweedy'.  You want your cake and you want to eat it, I'd say; you can't have it both ways, CCTV

As per her latest single, I Don't Care.  Cheryl Tweedy Cole, Ex-Cole but still Cole, Fernandez-Versini needs to chill a bit, considering the mickey she has in effect been taking for so long.

Elsewhere (well, on ITV2 actually) another person with too many names has been rather limp in her performance.  Sarah-Jane Crawford is struggling a bit, especially in the session where she takes questions for the panel from the public.  The amateurish handling of the process is highlighting a deficiency in the SJC abilities.  Possibly a case of CJD then?

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Monday, 27 October 2014

27.10.14 Which Planet Am I On?


Clearly I am on a different planet, considering the pathetic headlines and pictures touted by The Sun today.



Coleen Sizzles [allegedly]


I am dumbfounded by the weird assertion of the newspaper to label Coleen Rooney "Hot Stuff"



Natural Beauty [allegedly]


I am at a loss, and suspect I am not the only one on this planet to struggle here.

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27.10.14 Paul Daniels Bitten




Paul Daniels has been bitten by one of his stage rabbits.  He had to be put on antibiotics, have a tetanus injection [Paul Daniels, not the rabbit] and an Elastoplast had to be affixed to the worried finger.  A supposed 'source' has apparently revealed to The Sun that "Debbie McGee is enjoying playing nurse and has dressed up for him" - rather too much awful information and insight!

Sadly Paul Daniels was NOT working with crocodiles.

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27.10.14 Pepper Spray Appropriateness?


Arunas Kastentinavicius has managed to amuse me with his exploits, albeit they ended up causing him to pay compensation of £600, having a 6-month suspended and accept 100 hours community service.  This was simply over-the-cuntin-top for so-called justice.

It seems that neighbours playing loud music was driving him nuts, and he called to ask for it to be turned down.  He sprayed the culprits with spray that caused some burning and choking sensations, and claimed in defence that it was 'normal behaviour in his home country'.  After the initial request for the two women and a bloke to turn down the music, he returned an hour later and the women were laughing at him.  As a result, he sprayed them with pepper spray that contained an 11% level of harmful ingredient, rather more than the 5% stuff out police use.

My view is that it's about time people who act without any consideration for others are made to think their attitudes might need adjustment.  It is surely harsh for this chap to be hit with a triple whammy - a fine, plus community service plus a suspended sentence.


Clearly Lithuanian values are rather more solid than the pathetic shit that prevails in the UK.  Even if it is not 'normal behaviour' in Lithuania, the notion that is might be is rather nice.

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27.10.14 Strictly Preposterous


While there's no doubt that Strictly Come Dancing is faring rather better in the TV ratings than X-factor, it is perhaps worth pointing out that it is not immune from having in its line-up some dire contestants.  Clearly on X-Factor there should be a massive cull, and alongside Jake, who exited on Sunday, should have been Only The Young and Stereo Kicks, meaning that Louis could bugger off as well. Also, Lola Saunders, Paul Akister and Stevi Richie are superfluous, along with Jack Walton.  This could leave us with a more reasonable handful.

On SCD, the same has applied for a while.  The farce that saw exits for some of the better dancers ahead of Scott Mills and Judy Murray proves that the scoring system is as stupid as the voting element of the general public. Simply preposterous, I'd say.



Royal Mail Stamps - No Value


I cannot fathom why everyone is so jolly about Judy's presence on this show, and it's frankly embarrassing.   I asked for 18 stamps from the Post Office the other day, and when I queried the price, I was told they have no value, and there was no hope of items reaching their final destination.  "Surely a complete waste of my time, then?" I asked.  "Most definitely," said the Postmistress.   When I queried the process for larger pre-Christmas packages, I was sold another six stamps




Large Letter


Along with Thom, we should have seen the back of Scott and Judy, of course, along with Alison and Simon.  Others who seem to be making up the numbers are the middle ranking Steve, Sunetra and Mark.  So just like X-Factor, there's no need for the pain associated with watching and listening to the hopeless hopefuls.  Only in the last six weeks of either marathon competition is it really worth bothering to take an interest.

By the way, at least the BBC will save money on make-up next weekend, as Judy's Halloween look is in place already.

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Sunday, 26 October 2014

26.10.14 X-Factor Result Week 3



Yesterday we experienced some mild altercations between CCTfV and Simon. These eventually led to some chair swapping after Simon-the-Smug criticised Lola-the-Fishmonger.  The byproduct was that Elf was allowed to sit next to his pop idol on the panel for a short time.  uPVC had upset Simon by criticising Jay's performance of Skyfall (a noble thing to do, by the way) for not having "enough suave".  Clearly her lack of singing ability has spread in viral fashion, so that she now makes less sense (assuming you get past the accent) than before.  Suave is an adjective, you dolt.  So, whereas you can have intelligence (noun) you cannot have intelligent (adjective).  Sorry, Cheryl, but you haven't the first one, and are not the second one.  Loosen your ponytail, and stop bickering and being up your own arse.  Why do you seem to think you're the darling of the country and everyone will side with you for niggling Simon and being 'assertive', eh?



Y indeed, Cheryl?


The hour-long programme apparently necessary to provide a ten minute result section was as expected an endurance test for the ears, mainly because of the fucking voice-over man who is sending me towards a contract killing request.

Dermot told us he had a corker of a show for us, and I doubted that in an instant.  The judges were introduced, and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse would have deserved a better welcome, in my book.  The dress that was covering CCTV's tattoo was a joke.  The first lie of the night was courtesy of Dermot: "Nice Dress, Cheryl".

The communal song was a weird affair.  Each of the first six who warbled was shit.  There was a small chorus section, but the theme continued with further individual input that was so poor.  What a calamitous load of shit!  Why the Horsemen of the Apocalypse stood up to clap I've no idea!

One Republic

57,000,000 records sold worldwide, apparently.  Well that's possible 56,000,000 too many in my book.  If I wanted this sort of sound, but a whole lot better, I'd listen to the Waterboys.  The judges all stood us, in line with their contractual obligations.   The interchange at the end of the song suggested that the group was possibly part of Simon's label/management/empire/dealings.

Ed Sheeran

31,000,000 records sold worldwide.  He does what he does very well, even if some of his stuff sounds a little bit run-of-the-mill.  I waited for the standing ovation and it was duly provided.  Nice chap.  I was in need of a break, and fortunately the voice-over man's bollocks about the competition faded into the distance as I went to the kitchen.

The Result

Sadly this week was to be a single ejection, when really we could all have done with a double.
Through were, in order:

Fleur, Stereo Kicks, Lauren, Ben, Andrea, Lola, Jay, Paul, Stevi, Jack.

Sadly I was hoping that the sing-off would be Jake and Jack, but Only The Young were left behind.  It would have been a fitting end to a week of male nudity and posing, after the two blokes were self-obsessed enough to get photographed with some idea that this would help their cause.  With three of the judges saying that Jake was probably in trouble earlier in the show, things looked ominous for the chav version of Peter Andre.  Sadly I don't think Jake will reach the dizzy heights of advertising frozen sweetcorn for Iceland. Maybe this week, Jack will have time to learn how to sing, and pronounce his words properly, and see if he can go on stage without holding a guitar.

"He is the hardest working guy I know," said Mel, introducing Jake.  He sang a weak, wimpy and vocally flawed offering, and I decided I wouldn't trust him to cough with any real conviction, let alone sing.  He was off, and was most surely set to be nudged off a cliff, assuming justice in the world.  This was two minutes of my life I cannot reclaim.

"Four amzing young kids, they work so hard," said Louis, while "ONLY THE YOUNG" shouted voice-over man.  The Winner Takes It All, sang the four of them, with some decidedly dodgy vocals.  "The judges will decide . . " sang the bloke with the tall hair, and I feared that might be the case, and that they might decide NOT in their favour.  It was no better than Jake.

Even-stevens in my book.  Mel and Louis saved their respective acts, so it was a Simon and CCTV show.  Simon said they were both horrible, and he was so right!  He saved Only The Young, and so uPVC was given the chance to go to deadlock, or confirm Jake's exit.  She followed Simon's lead, and so Jake was ejected.  He seem nice enough, and he's going to keep going, and find out the artist he wants to be.  Mel cried.  I yawned.

For anyone who cares, and of course Cheryl doesn't, the lyrics to her latest rubbish are shown below.  This is a long way short of quality, so please don't expect much.

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I Don't Care - Cheryl Cole Tweedy Fernandez Versini

Waking up diagonal like an animal in a cold and empty bed, yeah
Shaking off the dream of you, I got shit to do and I'm ready to forget, oh yeah
I heard you brought that girl around in half a gown and asked if I'd been there, oh yeah
Ask me how I'm doing now, I scream out loud, I tell him I don't care
And I don't care
I don't care
And it feels so fucking good to say I swear
That I don't care
And every word
There are ordinary hearts so don't play fair
But I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
Oh no
I don't care
Oh
I don't care
Oh no
In this town word gets around
But don't bring me down, its just static in my head, yeah
So take me out and turn it up
Well let's make it rough
We're gonna wake the dead, oh baby
Everyone is saying now, just slow it down
Or I'll get hurt again, oh yeah
When these things are feeling me, it's healing me
And I'm screaming I don't care
And I don't care
I don't care
And it feels so fucking good to say I swear
That I don't care
And every word
There are ordinary hearts so don't play fair
But I don't care
I don't care
Oh
I don't care
Oh no
I don't care
Oh
I don't care
Oh no
Doesn't matter anyway
Doesn't matter anyway, oh oh
I can see the milky way and it seems so far away, oh
Doesn't matter anyway
It's all falling into place
Just another pretty face
Disappears without a trace
There ain't nothing left to say
I don't care
Feels so good
Oh, I don't care, oh
I don't care
I don't care
And it feels so fucking good to say I swear
That I don't care
And everywhere
There are ordinary hearts that don't play fair
But I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
Oh no
I don't care
Oh
I don't care
Oh no

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