Luckily, things are different in the news world that I inhabit. Mr Jackson's demise was mentioned 40 minutes into the Aimilia Hour, and he and Farrah Fawcett got 5 minutes between them. After a lot of more important items:
- The Agreement by the leaders of the Greek Cypriot and Turkish Cypriot people to open the road-block at Limnitis, after months of negotiation.
- Five new cases of pig flu, which is being spread by (mainly British) tourists.
- More political news.
- A fatal road accident involving a 25-year old motorcyclist who would have survived had he worn a helmet. When will they learn??? Only the other day a 19 year old soldier was killed in an accident because he wasn't wearing a seatbelt.
- More political news.
- More political news.
They certainly like their politics in that part of the world.
Incidentally, when I heard about Farrah Fawcett's death, two things occurred to me. Firstly that if she'd been British her name would be "Farrah Tap", and secondly that I couldn't remember seeing her in anything. In fact, I initially thought they meant the woman in Towering Inferno. The one who wears a seriously flimsy dress, which miraculously somehow manages to survive the disaster completely intact. Then I realised that was Faye Dunaway.
And then I narrowly escaped having to call the fire brigade. I decided to have a bottle of beer, and went to the kitchen drawer to get the all-important bottle opener. Tragically, the drawer wouldn't open. A ladle or other large serving implement had got wedged. I couldn't even slide something into the drawer to displace it. There are screws on the bottom, so I undid some of those, but the bottom didn't come off. Luckily all of my battering and thumping eventually dislodged something and it opened, rescuing the bottle opener in the nick of time (I was dying of thirst by this point). Steve McQueen would have been proud of me.
Anyway, that's all the news I have for today. I'm off to get another bottle of beer (I've left the opener out of the drawer for now), and probably re-watch Towering Inferno. People say it's a rubbish film, but it's one of the few that I find myself putting on every few months. I think I like it because it's a perfect example of an implausible Seventies disaster yarn.
Have a good weekend.
BREAKING NEWS !
I just noticed a post of Kat's that I had managed to miss, in which she produced her lego alter-ego using this site. I had to have a go. Here's mine:
8 comments:
FIRST!!!!
what book is yer little dude reading.
70's disaster films are the funniest ever
I always pictured you taller.
I hate it when my drawers get stuck. Lucky for me I rarely cook and I buy twist offs.
Jean Knee:
I'm not sure what the book is - being a Lego book, it probably doesn't open.
They don't make films like they did in the 70's, which is both a good and a bad thing.
Bee:
That was as tall as I could make him. Very few beers come with twist-off tops, sadly.
Wow, your news channel only mentioned Jacko for 5 minutes? Good for them.
Having several bottle openers is an essential. I'm pretty sure about that!
LOL - loving your 'lego-ego'. You'd fit right into our team.
Funny thing about Faye Dunaway...faintly remember her :)
You are apparently the only man in the world who hasn't seen the Farrah Fawcett bathing suit poster.
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