Showing posts with label Blake's 7. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blake's 7. Show all posts

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Like a bulldog chewing a wasp - then throwing it up



On BBC Breakfast this morning, I saw Russell Brand and his interviewer laughing heartily at John Prescott's bulimia.

Is someone having bulimia funny? Would we laugh at a woman who suffered from this illness? Or is it okay because it's big fat John Prescott, a man few have much time for, so therefore he deserves it, the porky old git?

I'm bulimic. I just keep forgetting to throw up.

In all seriousness, it's not very fair. He's obviously got issues. But I can't help wondering why he's not whippet thin like most bulimics.

It's documented on these pages how much I dislike Russell Brand. Talk about the emperor's new clothes. The backlash is surely just around the corner. I saw a trailer for a film he's in where he's basically playing himself. Arse. Get a haircut.



In other news, Sky One are - in their own words - reimagining Blake's 7. I never watched this show. I was no fan of cardboard sci-fi and lots of stagey shouting. I'm still not.

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