Tonight, 12.00 sees a fantastic oppertunity for all British and Irish TV watching individuals because, and I want you all to take a seat so the wonder won’t knock you from your feet Nick Fury: Agent of Shield starring The Hoff is showing.
I say again, Hoooo-the fuck-yay!
But the world is not filled with good news, there is still a cloud blotting out most of the silver. Internet access at work is as hassle-full as yesterday. So if I seem to be ignoring you I’m not really saying you should Rack off, you dag but simply have been unable to read/reply because webland is in open revolt.
I am however, proud to bring you an update in the War of Everyday Items:
Last night, as I watched Bones I became aware that something horrific had occurred. I believe a blade of popcorn was responsible for slicing my tongue open
So not only was there a physical attack, but I believe that the television has joined in and is waging psychological warfare. Nothing so overt as constantly showing those bloody Meteor adverts, but much more subtle than that. For as I watched Eastenders last evening I was actually feeling sorry for one of the characters Normally I watch this show laughing away in my head at how they manage to make everyone’s lives so depressing and shudderific
But feeling sympathy for one of the characters. This has never before happened. Things have gone too far I tell you, too far. What’s next? Thinking that Mike Baldwin from Coronation Street is sexy