...is shit isn't it? I only watch it to keep the two-leggeds happy. Talk about far-fetched as well, not like reality TV shows such as DeadEnders or Corrie. They show it like it really is. I mean, when was the last time you saw Ken Barlow toting a magic screwdriver? Exactly, you aren't going to get that in Wetherby or wherever it is they live are you? No. Endex. Or large jellyfish-like monsters supping at the bar in the Rovers, well not since Fred died anyway. It's all baloney. A waste of the licence payer's money, that's what me Dad calls it. And bollox as well, he calls it that sometimes. Pooh count: a comfy seven (unless you count the runny one down by the cycle path in which case it's fifteen).
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.