Friday, November 05, 2010

Friday Reds

What's that?
The opposite of the blues!
I didn't post yesterday's sad complaint about my nine-hour working day with a two-hour journey either side of it. I am finding work extremely difficult at the moment especially because I just can not shake of this virus, which means I'm going to miss Treacle and Charlotte's fiftieth birthday party tomorrow- HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU TWO!- and probably won't be going to see any fireworks anywhere, but in my imagination, in my imagination...
Because of enforced homeness, I am suffering from televisionitis, and starting to like/dislike TV celebrities, which is actually completely pointless.
Last night's problem was Nigella Lawson.
Offsprog Two watches her partly out of fascination (she says she feels sorry for her) but I can't stand to be in the same room as that voice, that licking, and that odd illuminated smilingnness-into-the-fridge which I actually find frightening (a bit like The Laughing Policeman by Charles Penrose, the most terrifying record of all time with it's fake and uncontrollable glee).
So I had to stand in the kitchen for half an hour until it was over.
Tonight, it's QI, which I used to tolerate, but I'm damned if that monster Stephen Fry is going to be allowed into my living room again; I am devising a Fry-avoidance activity as we speak.
Shall it be a packet of marshmallows all to myself? A session with the guitar on the sofa?
I'm not sure but I am sure something constructive can be done.


Phil said...

I know... "Sins of the father" etc., but Nigella is not a name. What kind of person would give their daughter his own name?
This S.O.B.:

frayedattheedge said...

Hooray - I thought I was the only person on the planet who cannot stand Stephen Fry ... I think he is a pompous tw*t! And don't get me started on the simpering Nigella (maybe her Dad called her that because she's a little flower?)