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Where would you put it?

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 22:30:10 +0000

Just a quickie.

I happened to be watching an episode of Eastenders while sorting out socks this morning (... jealous?) when one of the long-running soap's most ridiculous incidental offerings came to my attention.

As I surveyed the stockpiles of sock-piles, which I'd named, 'trainer sockes with emblems'; 'trainer socks without emblems'; 'patterned socks'; 'socks for work' and 'his', I watched as hardman Phil Mitchell (he of The Mitchells, the alcoholism, the 'sorting of things', the exhaling, and the red, bald head) purchased a jiffy-bag-clad gun in order to ;sort' Archie - who also happens to be his uncle and stepdad all roled into one.

The temptation of Patsy...

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 12:49:03 +0000

Can I just say now that this will be my last Holby City-related blog for a bit, and it's gonna be a short one.

Fans of the show won't need any telling that last night's episode finally saw the marriage of Joseph and Faye, played by Patsy Kensit (Patsy just plays Faye, not sure who plays Joseph... and it's unimportant for the purposes of this blog).

Anyway, it's been a long-running storyline with all the twists and turns you might expect: bit of homicide suspicion, bit of adultery and a bit of unrequited admiration.. to say nothing of a bit of collagen in the old lips Kensit?

Who has a sideboard like that?

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 09:04:42 +0000

As any regular readers of Wonfor's Watching will know, I am an ardent follower of the comings, goings and whatnot at the medical hotspot which is Holby CIty.

It's a guilty pleasure for which I endure a mountain of mickey taking... but I couldn't give a pair of hoots.

However, last night's heart-wrenching episode (you have to get into the mass-produced serial drama zone or there's really no point) did throw up something that has been niggling at me for years... and I reckon this morning is the time to put it out there.

TV shouldn't be able to do this

Wed, 27 May 2009 15:51:36 +0000

Having grown up with television and all its tricks as part of the fixtures and fittings of our household (Mum and Dad founds their careers behind the small screen), you'd think I'd have a built-in shield against getting too wrapped up in the on-screen comings and goings.

Tell that to my stomach.

I'm currently halfway through the last six episodes of The Sopranos (so that would mean I'm just about to watch episode four) and I'm thinking of asking my doctor for a temporary prescription for vallium or some other tablet which could take the edge off... or at least slow my heartbeat down to a blur.

As my lovely Nan used to say...

Fri, 13 Feb 2009 21:50:08 +0000

I've seen the bloody lot now.

Although this blog was intended as a platform for my musings on the small screen happenings enjoyed by the masses (or at least available to more than the members of our household), I feel compelled to share the madness which infiltrated my living room this week.

And apparently, it wasn't the first time.

They don't know it but...

Fri, 13 Feb 2009 21:50:08 +0000

...Lionel Richie and Snow Patrol are in direct competition with each other.

As things stand, we have one coveted interview slot left in the March issue of Culture Magazine.

On what we lovingly call "the flat plan" the said slot currently reads Snow/Richie.

HOW much?

Fri, 13 Feb 2009 21:50:08 +0000

I've just written a blog and I know it's probably not blogging etiquette to pepper the blogosphere with multiple blogs.

But this is a short one. (a bit longer than this though, so do click to read more, won't you?)

Christmas catch up

Tue, 13 Jan 2009 21:22:49 +0000

Call me naive, but when I perused the festive Radio Times - highlighter in hand - in the run-up to the the holly-laden festivities, I thought there may have been a chance I could have watched the stockingful of Christmas TV spoils before 12th day dictated the last post for the baubles and associated flashing lights.

Can you tell it was my first Christmas with a toddler?

Celebrity Big Brother, part one

Fri, 02 Jan 2009 21:27:48 +0000

Woh, that was a close one... I got lost in the nostalgia of Tom Cruise and Elisabeth Shu in the heady cocktail of Cocktail and nearly missed the start of Celebrity Big Brother: the return.

The Question of Sport-style montage left us scratching our heads... Ricky Hatton and Dani Behr were the names my other half shouted out... before remembering the first rule of celebrity reality TV... you can't do consecutive series.

Celebrity Big Brother, part two

Fri, 02 Jan 2009 21:27:48 +0000

We're back with celeb number four... Scottish socialist Tommy Sheridan (and at this point my sister phones... back in a mo)

More of Tommy later no doubt... but they're coming thick and fast.

Lucy Pinder is next, who confesses she is "famous for her boobs"... don't feel bad that I didn't know who she was now.
She was discovered on Bournemouth beach. Well done on the 32G.

Celebrity Big Brother, part three

Fri, 02 Jan 2009 21:27:48 +0000

Holy gangster's paradise Batman, rap star extraordinaire Coolio (and father of six) is next. He says if it wasn't for his family, he wouldn't be here.

Does he hate them that much that he'll go into that house to get away? He says he knows nothing about Big Brother. Idiot. (although I do love Gangster's Paradise and always will).

Now despite the idiot comment, Coolio is pretty cool... so having Ben from A1 bounding up and introducing himself like an excitable spaniel was a pretty cringeworthy moment.

I know a girl called Sarah Millican...

Sat, 06 Dec 2008 13:25:18 +0000

She's got no whiskers on her chinnegan
When she goes to Edinburgh I'll bet she'll win-again
Funny girl Sarah Millican (begin-again)

Sometimes I crack myself up... don't you just love blogs?

Britney had the M Factor...

Sun, 30 Nov 2008 21:41:54 +0000

I read a story in one of the papers today which offered the notion that someone had suggested, that maybe, at some points during Saturday night's X Factor performance, Britney Spears may have dallied with the action of miming to a backing track.

Whoever was asking the question clearly missed the show.

I would put my house, car, job, husband, child and life on the fact that Spears mimed badly throughout her whole sorry performance.

But of course she got a standing ovation from the sycophantic four - Masters Cowell and Walsh and Missus' Cole and Minogue.

I'm a Celebrity... best bib and bush tucker

Tue, 18 Nov 2008 09:38:27 +0000

And so the first viewer determined bush tucker trial came to pass... and it was an eaty one - hurrah!

"I've got a really bad gag reflex," said Joe Swash as he tap danced under the table and proceeded to eat a scorpion on a stick, a couple of cockroaches, passed on a crocodile foot and got stuck with what looked like a miniature old woman's hand. He passed on that too.

I'm a Celebrity... get me in front of a TV!

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 14:00:44 +0000

The return of I'm A Celebrity... on ITV1 last night merited a special little buffet in the Wonfor household.

There were chips, dips, crudites and a rogue portion of BBQ sauce, which were all scoffed to the max to welcome the 8th series of the jungle-dwelling show.