Why do famous people always keel over on Christmas day?
This year it was a tie between ex US President Gerald Ford, and The Godfather of Soul, James Brown. Chirpy cockney comedien Charlie Drake was the token English "oh, was he still alive?" radio comedy star from the 1950's to croak it - but he peaked a little too soon and passed away just before the festive season got underway.
But what is it about Christmas Day that proves so fatal when combined with a certain level of celebrity status? Maybe this will prove the acid test of whether reality TV stars are true celebrities - if Jade Goody pops her clogs on the 25th, the case will be well and truly proven.
Maybe its all a conspiracy. James Brown dies sometime back in October, but had been kept in a large freezer somewhere in an industrial estate on the outskirts of Mobile, Alabama until it was time to wheel him out. And if Gerald Ford's death had been announced earlier that morning, maybe Mr brown would still be there waiting for next year ....?
And No-one dies on Boxing Day - its always Christmas Day.
Is this why The British Royal Family always open their presents on Christmas Eve - leave it until the next morning and there is a statistically significant probability that someone will have to accept 2 copies of the "101 uses for a Dead Republican" book ?
But the person I feel most sorry for this year would have to be Saddam. Looking out of his cell as they guards took down the decorations and started recycling the Christmas tree, for a while there he must have thought he had made it ...
Maybe Celebrities of a certain age should be made aware of this, and warned to be very careful whenever they start to smell turkeys roasting in the oven overnight or hear the sound of Jingle Bells.
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Sunday, December 31, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
Andy Smith (21) 3-0 Shi Yongsheng (Chi)
This is a scoreline from the first round of the PDC World Darts tournament from the legendary Purfleet Tavern in Essex.
But behind the simple and stark "3-0" scoreline lies a sad and tragic tale.
For Shi Yongsheng is actually China's greatest living Darts player.
The Champion, the torch bearer, the King of this Noble Sport of Darts to a nation of over one Billion souls.
He has flown across the world to the high temple of arrowerary in fashionable Essex, and taken his place proudly, upholding the honour of his people, and representing the abilities of the great nation of China and its "Communism with a capitalist edge" system to produce some of the most successfu drug free sporting people the world has ever seen.
No doubt millions - nay, significant fractions of a Billion - will have been on tenderhooks watching and praying for their hero to overcome the forces of the West and do the entire nation proud.
And instead, he now has to face the long lonely journey home, and no doubt undergo many weeks of debreifing by party offficials, and a rigorous interrogation from the press, all of whom will be asking him the same, painful question.
"So, tell us how you got beat 3-0 by Andy "The Pieman" Smith then?"
But behind the simple and stark "3-0" scoreline lies a sad and tragic tale.
For Shi Yongsheng is actually China's greatest living Darts player.
The Champion, the torch bearer, the King of this Noble Sport of Darts to a nation of over one Billion souls.
He has flown across the world to the high temple of arrowerary in fashionable Essex, and taken his place proudly, upholding the honour of his people, and representing the abilities of the great nation of China and its "Communism with a capitalist edge" system to produce some of the most successfu drug free sporting people the world has ever seen.
No doubt millions - nay, significant fractions of a Billion - will have been on tenderhooks watching and praying for their hero to overcome the forces of the West and do the entire nation proud.
And instead, he now has to face the long lonely journey home, and no doubt undergo many weeks of debreifing by party offficials, and a rigorous interrogation from the press, all of whom will be asking him the same, painful question.
"So, tell us how you got beat 3-0 by Andy "The Pieman" Smith then?"
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Tiny Christmas Cards
Whats with really teeny weeney tiny Christmas cards then?
Every year, someone - and its never a consistent someone - decides that it is a great idea to send out the worlds tiny-est Christmas cards. Small, perfectly formed, always with a little glitter glued on - and in an envelope barely big enough to accommodate the stamp, never mind an address as well
But, this is one example where the postal service wreaks a strange transformation onto this gift of thoughtfulness and personal communication.
Inevitably, what starts off as...
"I know Christmas is a time of tradition, however this year I wanted to send out cards that show I am a bit funky, stylish, original and cutting edge. So, a tiny but cute contemporary card will fit the bill exactly. How Brilliant am I???"
..ends up - after a brief postal journey - in the hands of a bemused recipient who almost immediately - and without fail thinks...
"well, its clear that the person who sent this pathetic apology for a Christmas card clearly can't be f-cked to spend more than the bare minimum on cards and also wanted to avoid the mental hardship of making this any more personal a greeting than simply writing their initials. What a cheap - in both senses of the word - miserable old sod they are, and frankly I'd rather have not been sent a card than this insult to me, my family and the whole 2000+ year Judeo-Christian/Retail Frenzy festive tradition"
However, as the cards are swept off the shelves in January, under a fug of turkey flatulence and binned along with the unwanted cracker gifts that fell off the dining table, all of this is fortunately - usually - forgotten as an abberation of the season.
The time to really worry however is if you ever been sent a really really tiny Birthday card...
Every year, someone - and its never a consistent someone - decides that it is a great idea to send out the worlds tiny-est Christmas cards. Small, perfectly formed, always with a little glitter glued on - and in an envelope barely big enough to accommodate the stamp, never mind an address as well
But, this is one example where the postal service wreaks a strange transformation onto this gift of thoughtfulness and personal communication.
Inevitably, what starts off as...
"I know Christmas is a time of tradition, however this year I wanted to send out cards that show I am a bit funky, stylish, original and cutting edge. So, a tiny but cute contemporary card will fit the bill exactly. How Brilliant am I???"
..ends up - after a brief postal journey - in the hands of a bemused recipient who almost immediately - and without fail thinks...
"well, its clear that the person who sent this pathetic apology for a Christmas card clearly can't be f-cked to spend more than the bare minimum on cards and also wanted to avoid the mental hardship of making this any more personal a greeting than simply writing their initials. What a cheap - in both senses of the word - miserable old sod they are, and frankly I'd rather have not been sent a card than this insult to me, my family and the whole 2000+ year Judeo-Christian/Retail Frenzy festive tradition"
However, as the cards are swept off the shelves in January, under a fug of turkey flatulence and binned along with the unwanted cracker gifts that fell off the dining table, all of this is fortunately - usually - forgotten as an abberation of the season.
The time to really worry however is if you ever been sent a really really tiny Birthday card...
Friday, November 24, 2006
Wash Your Car - Tell a Friend !
Recently the UK saw National Car Wash Week
This event didn't really make the evening news, and as far as I am aware, nowhere held any street parties reminiscent of the Queens Silver Jubilee.
However given the explosion of useless and marketing-engineered "weeks" on offer in the calendar today, is there a proper criteria for what constitutes a proper "week"?
Maybe its if Clintons produce a range of cards ?
This event didn't really make the evening news, and as far as I am aware, nowhere held any street parties reminiscent of the Queens Silver Jubilee.
However given the explosion of useless and marketing-engineered "weeks" on offer in the calendar today, is there a proper criteria for what constitutes a proper "week"?
Maybe its if Clintons produce a range of cards ?
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Why men are better than women
At some point in their lives, most women will say:
"I'm trying to grow my hair"
Well, most men can seem to manage it without even trying.
"I'm trying to grow my hair"
Well, most men can seem to manage it without even trying.
Olympics Plans go over budget to control costs
From the BBC website
Ms Jowell told MPs:
"An additional cost of £400 million, not included in the original bid, is in order to fund the delivery partner whose overriding responsibility is to ensure the costs of the Games are kept on budget and that the timescales are kept."
You can't make this up..
Ms Jowell told MPs:
"An additional cost of £400 million, not included in the original bid, is in order to fund the delivery partner whose overriding responsibility is to ensure the costs of the Games are kept on budget and that the timescales are kept."
You can't make this up..
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Respected British Actress in Plastic Surgery Shocker!
Famous British actress Emma Thompson has clearly had more than a little plastic surgery according to the picture accompanying this article from the Times of India recently:


Will we next see the accomplished thesp appearing with Graham Norton on Celebrity come Dancing as she seeks to emulate the Baby Spice popstress Emma Bunton's career as well as looks?
Welsh Catering
Not a bus you want to be in..?
Monday, October 30, 2006
Speaking Welsh
Does anyone know if there is a Welsh word for "Chav"?
Because lets face it, once you cross the border it doesn't take that long to realise that there really, really needs to be one.
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