Tonight, my pop covers choir practiced this song for Christmas. It’s about cold weather, fears about death and the future and mulled wine/cider beverages.
I only learnt it a few hours ago and have already dreamed up the potential twee cover version/interpolation that would be used to promote Starbucks red cups. Hai advertisers.
Work as usual, and then danced like mad during the Django Django gig tonight. So mad, that I not have tinnitus to go with my sore back that’s been flaring up all week. I am too old for all this young people’s live music lark.
There’s no mention of “HELICOPTER RIDES” this year. This infomercial is invalid.
Oh My Swap!
Friday Night’s Light
The Iron Lady (Madea starts a short lived clothes-pressing business)
There ought to be an “Uggie Lookalike Contest” that Birdie would roll ov, I mean, walk over.
“Well tonight thank God it’s them, instead of you” – Bono to the “OMG Trampoline” viewers.
Stupid Facebook Connect.
What’s that best party game where we use our basic knowledge of film tropes to make wry statements?
I watched the actual moment of embarrassment on Saturday night.
Other things to note:
The utter juicebox came down the ‘Take Me Out’ love-lift to Chris Brown’s ‘Beautiful People’. As an armchair Take Me Out contestant, I mentally switch my lights off at all the male hopeful’s (mostly very terrible) music choices so that song was an obvious red flag.
I was a bit drunk at the time and it felt like everything on tv was great that night.
Do LOLk contributions help to cover the cost of keyboards ruined by spat-out tea?
I can’t believe God put his love on top.
Damn you Facebook Connect.
I had better ideas:
“They only film me laughing at the men on Mock the Week”
“Felt Pens? Why Do They Make That Squeaky Noise?”
and Mama Bridgey’s personal choice
“It’s a bit rude – and she was that lovely on The One Show”
Bridgey: This Comedy Special Might Not Make It Through Customs
Oh Sit, Old Men Meeting Their Teenage Girlfriends!
Also, the incredibly creepy life coaches:
So you’ve just discovered this spiritual group? Oh, sweet Martha Marcy May Marlene
Yeah right, and there’s totally a Hot Tub Time Machine in your backyard.
I know it’s what you young people listen to, but it isn’t The Sound of Music to me
Real Women Have Curves, but don’t you think that’s enough roast potatoes?
Frosty the Snowmans