Long dark night of the prawn cracker
We have a pointless, somewhat masochistic ritual in mid-November. We get in beer, and a takeaway, and our best bad attitudes, and we pile all these up in front of the telly and watch Children in Need until the small hours, bitching, kibitzing and sneering our way through the rice noodles. And then one of us cracks and reads out our credit-card details to an exhausted minor celebrity over the phone, and then we go to bed.
A somewhat extreme cure for insomnia, but hey. I’ll try anything at this point.
Missed highlight of the evening so far: a little skit by two cast members of Robin Hood. Guy of Gisborne (phwoar. Seriously. PHWOAR) confiscates Maid Marian’s Pudsey Bear, but agrees to return it if the Public donate some money. Of course the suckers do, and Pudsey is once more pressed to Marian’s anachronistically clad bosom. While I urgently shouted that I’d've paid very good money indeed to see Guy drop the beastly yellow object into a wood chipper. So disappointed.
November 17th, 2007 at 10:09 am
Do you remember the Robin Hood series in the 80s where the Guy of Gisborne had blond hair and wasn’t a hunk? In one episode he glugs back wine then spits it out in the next breath, and my brother and I found this hilarious and kept doing it with coke. Whenever anyone spat out liquid we called it A Sir Guy Of Gisborne, in fact I still call it that even now.
Ooh, I don’t fancy this latest Guy of Gisborne much, but he’s better than Robin Hood, that Robin Hood is being chased by a razor.
November 17th, 2007 at 1:19 pm
I have heard this PHOAR sound from a number of females of my acquaintance when Guy of Gisborne is mentioned. I don’t understand!