I suppose the subject which is on most peoples lips here in the UK at the moment is (so called) Celebrity Big Brother.
Is it racism? Bullying? Or is it just pure old good and simple stupidity?
For what my two-bob opinion is worth, I think it’s all a bag o’ bollox.
Who cares? Why should these people take up so many column inches in the newspapers that helped to create what they are, purely to act this way…
These people are supposed to be role models errr ok,
Stand up role model numero uno..
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Incidentally, this P. J Ellis is NOT me!
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Hindsight is a wonderful thing.
Basically Jade, Jo and Danielle are accused of racially abusing Shilpa (or is it Sherpa) I don't know.
One thing I do know is you don't piss off a nation that is double the size of yours. Personally. I dont think it's racial, it's purely three school yard bitches picking on the easy target.
Enough about this…
So, vast storms are raging around the UK like the proverbial fat kid in a sweetie shop. I must admit I do keep glancing out of the window to make sure the shed is still in the garden, our garden. I keep thinking about how awful it would be if for some reason the roof lifted off the shed and went crashing through next doors much cherished car…. Would he be insured? Would I have to pay? Would it be categorised as an ‘act of god’ and therefore not covered by insurance?
Still haven’t started my screenplay, still trying to get fit, still trying to defy age and be young.
I downloaded a song last week which really brought a massive smile to my face, go and get it – ‘Jerry Springer’ by Weird Al Yankovic. It’s a parody of the Bare Naked Ladies ‘One Week’.
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Before I go, M.E showed me a picture of her bro which had come through email, and then another straight after to see if I knew/could see what the difference was between the two, easy I said, “there’s a kiddie on the sofa in the second one”. **wink wink**
My final question goes to my bro-in-law ‘bro’
So mush, was it Dolland and Aitchison?
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Final word, thank you to everyone that is currently voting on my cover art on http://www.critters.org/predpoll/artist.shtml
A funny to end on ------->
It was the postman's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the post through all kinds of weather to the same neighborhood.
When he arrived at the first house on his route, he was greeted by the whole family there, who congratulated him and sent him on his way with a big gift envelope.
At the second house, they presented him with a box of fine cigars.
The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing lures.
At the fourth house, he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful woman in a revealing negligee. She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door (which she closed behind him), and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced.
When he had had enough, they went downstairs, where she fixed him a giant breakfast: eggs, potatoes, bacon, sausage, and freshly squeezed orange juice.
When he was truly satisfied, she poured him a cup of steaming coffee. As she was pouring, he noticed a fiver sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge.
"All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the fiver for?"
"Well," she said, "last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you. I asked him what to give you.
He said, 'Screw him, give him a fiver.'"
The lady smiled and said, "The breakfast was my idea."
Be Beautiful
cV