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- May 22, 2012
OK, it's that time of year when we should consider helping those less fortunate than ourselves, and pause for thought to think of those that will not have the happy, enjoyable season of goodwill that you will.
I don't ask for money, but just ideas to ease my suffering and those like myself who find this month particularly unpleasant.
In their infinite wisdom to appeal to the demographic with single-figure IQ's, the TV schedulers hit us with a triple whammy of shit in December. We have some mincing sort of waltzing show on BBC, the usual tired karaoke show with which to generate this year's plastic No. 1 [STRIKE]cover version[/STRIKE] single and to rub salt in the wound 'I'm a skint z-lister eating lizards' thingy every fucking night on ITV.
Now as if this weren't enough, the latter show is hosted by that gibbering, dribbling pair of Geordie mental defectives that I won't mention but I know one of them listened to their own drivel and inanities too much and ended up in a mental asylum, so that is indicative of the toxic trash they emit.
Sometimes I escape with football on the radio, a book or play solitaire. I just need ideas for cheap, quiet pastimes that can occupy my mind at this distressing time of year. Short of taking sleeping pills or tranquilizers to hide away, I don't know what to do?
I don't ask for money, but just ideas to ease my suffering and those like myself who find this month particularly unpleasant.
In their infinite wisdom to appeal to the demographic with single-figure IQ's, the TV schedulers hit us with a triple whammy of shit in December. We have some mincing sort of waltzing show on BBC, the usual tired karaoke show with which to generate this year's plastic No. 1 [STRIKE]cover version[/STRIKE] single and to rub salt in the wound 'I'm a skint z-lister eating lizards' thingy every fucking night on ITV.
Now as if this weren't enough, the latter show is hosted by that gibbering, dribbling pair of Geordie mental defectives that I won't mention but I know one of them listened to their own drivel and inanities too much and ended up in a mental asylum, so that is indicative of the toxic trash they emit.
Sometimes I escape with football on the radio, a book or play solitaire. I just need ideas for cheap, quiet pastimes that can occupy my mind at this distressing time of year. Short of taking sleeping pills or tranquilizers to hide away, I don't know what to do?