Ladies and gentlewarts… there are times when the Bloggods bestow a great vision upon me. Today, I have gone to the mountain, and a great voice called out to me:
“Oi, you… yes, the bloke trying to dress like the Joker and in dire need of a shave. Yes, you… put those pissing pop-tarts down and listen. The Hills is on tonight. Seriously, if you like self-inflicted pain, you have to watch it. Sober.”
TV time… and Derek Acorah is on Most Haunted.
Tosser.
He has just been posessed, and re-enacted the ghost sustaining a stomach injury in the course of a play. He flounced round the stage, as if fencing (more accurately, as if fencing with a feather duster in gay cabaret), before acting as if he’d just been run through (again, possibly by a feather duster etc). The Ghost told him, via Sam the ethiopian spirit guide of course, that he lost his life in the theatre. The caption at the bottom of the screen confirmed that the actor with the similar name to the ghost identified actually died in hospital 4 weeks later. Still, not bad for a first stab (apologies for the pun)
Time for the start of what may turn out to be a very lengthy rant.
In Coronation Street.. possibly the only decent soap in the UK as it’s based in Manchester… we are building up for a murder trial. The portrayal of criminal lawyers on TV is one of my favourite things. It helps to remind myself the meaning of the word “fiction”.
I have to admit, I am often so bad when watching legal dramas that I have been officially banned from watching the likes of Judge John Deed. Mainly because it’s shit, but also because I have been known to throw things at the TV when he’s on.