I can't understand why Richard Hammond is being given work outside of Top Gear!
He is possibly the most annoying man on television and his new show, which I have just watched on iPlayer, Total Wipeout, could survive pretty well without him sat in a London studio telling us what we've just seen.
He is a housewife favourite, yes, but his new James May hair-do, awkward facial expressions and sunken eyes make him look more like a beggar and less like a top TV presenter.
Come on, BBC! Keep him on BBC Two, we get enough of him advertising supermarkets on the other channels.
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Monday, 5 January 2009
Sunday, 4 January 2009
Nothing Day
Today is Sunday.
Tomorrow is Monday - Doomsday, Back-to-work-day.
I put all my hopes of not returning to work tomorrow on last nights Lottery and won £10. This is just not enough to retire on, I'm afraid! So I'll be clocking on at an ungodly hour tomorrow morning. As will most of you, I bet.
Poor us!
One day we'll be rich, eh?
Tomorrow is Monday - Doomsday, Back-to-work-day.
I put all my hopes of not returning to work tomorrow on last nights Lottery and won £10. This is just not enough to retire on, I'm afraid! So I'll be clocking on at an ungodly hour tomorrow morning. As will most of you, I bet.
Poor us!
One day we'll be rich, eh?
Saturday, 3 January 2009
My First Blog
Hello, everyone.
This is my first blog of many to come (hopefully).
I'm planning on writing about the world today through my eyes - news stories regurgitated through the eyes of a young male who doesn't wear hoodies to terrorise his council estate, but wears them to the gym. Only!
I hope you all enjoy my blogs and leave me plenty of feedback, as I will to you.
See y'all around!
This is my first blog of many to come (hopefully).
I'm planning on writing about the world today through my eyes - news stories regurgitated through the eyes of a young male who doesn't wear hoodies to terrorise his council estate, but wears them to the gym. Only!
I hope you all enjoy my blogs and leave me plenty of feedback, as I will to you.
See y'all around!
War on terr...youth?
It seems today, that all you see is violence in movies and sex on TV. However, I don’t mind this!
For I am youth. I binge drink, drug take, swear and stab people whilst posting videos of myself happy slapping strangers at bus stops and updating my Facebook with incoherent urban slang. innit bruv? No, no it isn’t and no I don’t.
Neither do most of my contemporaries, yet you all seem so frightened of the kids when they’re wearing their hoods up, if they were even to smile at you, you’d think it was a stick up (as sang by Lilly Allen who, although quite posh, walked past a council estate once and is now fully versed in chavdom). For this I thank the media and their incessant scare mongering which keeps the good in doors and the few bad outdoors, roaming the estates on which they have been bred, and will never leave, on a high of Double Cheeseburgers, crisps and cigarettes. Meanwhile their scabby children are left to their own devices, playing at car theft and sniffing adhesive. I digress.
Up at 5am for work the other weekend, I switched on News24 to be inundated with morbid headlines, unnecessarily victimising the young. “A young man died last night…” said the depressed newsreader with Pro-Plus pumping deep inside his arteries as I passed through the lounge. “A teenager stabbed to death outside a London club…” his mundane, non-accent voice began as I headed back upstairs to shower. Driving to work, it’s Radio One who break the news of a “Crash Death Teenager” in their continually chirpy/smug timbre. It then seems that the ‘And Finally’ story of that day also features a, you guessed it, teenager. Yet again, it’s another death and this time it’s electrocution from a pylon to end this adolescent’s mortality. ‘least he wasn’t stabbed, eh?
It’s not just the UK that the War On Youth has been declared on, the war is also in full fledge in America. As James Carville points out, this war is not of Class, and it wouldn’t dare be of Race. This is generational warfare. The Government, the media, wealthy old men et al have all declared war on the young. Their artillery? An abundance of media messages primed and ready to be injected into the fearful yuppies and middle class school run mum's simple minds. Our armour? Sportswear, celebrity and Hollyoaks.
It's hardly fair, is it?
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For I am youth. I binge drink, drug take, swear and stab people whilst posting videos of myself happy slapping strangers at bus stops and updating my Facebook with incoherent urban slang. innit bruv? No, no it isn’t and no I don’t.
Neither do most of my contemporaries, yet you all seem so frightened of the kids when they’re wearing their hoods up, if they were even to smile at you, you’d think it was a stick up (as sang by Lilly Allen who, although quite posh, walked past a council estate once and is now fully versed in chavdom). For this I thank the media and their incessant scare mongering which keeps the good in doors and the few bad outdoors, roaming the estates on which they have been bred, and will never leave, on a high of Double Cheeseburgers, crisps and cigarettes. Meanwhile their scabby children are left to their own devices, playing at car theft and sniffing adhesive. I digress.
Up at 5am for work the other weekend, I switched on News24 to be inundated with morbid headlines, unnecessarily victimising the young. “A young man died last night…” said the depressed newsreader with Pro-Plus pumping deep inside his arteries as I passed through the lounge. “A teenager stabbed to death outside a London club…” his mundane, non-accent voice began as I headed back upstairs to shower. Driving to work, it’s Radio One who break the news of a “Crash Death Teenager” in their continually chirpy/smug timbre. It then seems that the ‘And Finally’ story of that day also features a, you guessed it, teenager. Yet again, it’s another death and this time it’s electrocution from a pylon to end this adolescent’s mortality. ‘least he wasn’t stabbed, eh?
It’s not just the UK that the War On Youth has been declared on, the war is also in full fledge in America. As James Carville points out, this war is not of Class, and it wouldn’t dare be of Race. This is generational warfare. The Government, the media, wealthy old men et al have all declared war on the young. Their artillery? An abundance of media messages primed and ready to be injected into the fearful yuppies and middle class school run mum's simple minds. Our armour? Sportswear, celebrity and Hollyoaks.
It's hardly fair, is it?
http://linkisblogging.blogspot.com/
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