The gunnery-director of REVENGE will, in due course, “shift target to next-ahead”, from telechefs to, er, something else. Not quite sure what, yet, I have not decided. But they are food for thought for some posts yet.
I really do feel like savaging these guys (and they mostly are guys, God Blast them) for some days. Poor old Delia Smith, and all she wants to do is tell you how best to boil an egg, for God’s sake, is sheer harmlessness by comparison.
Long live female telecooks. Great chaps they are. (Not that Tamsin-thingy-woman who is a poseur, because she has a rather large garden which telly-wireless queers want to wet themselves in, while filming, and thinks she can tell people what to eat as she is quite rich, like poor mad tortured Prince Charles who is a socialist although he genuinely believes that he is not. I don’t know what to suggest that we do about him: poor, good-natured and honest, tortured man that he is. He can’t be engaged as a KIng, for sure, it would be too dangerous in the present world political climate. His mind is not focussed on real threats to the Anglosphere.)
Sorry. I don’t really watch the wireless tele vision. I don’t even remember what these people are called. She might not even be a Tamsin, even.
Fog and smoke in battlefield area. Probably not any good to poor sad dead Heath Ledger, though, for you can “search site” for that one post where we got roasted by someone who said “f*** you!!!!!!” (We don’t print 4-letter-words on this blog. I don’t allow it. No. Not. Nada. Zilch. Only in the comments, put in by others, to show who we are, and who the enemy are.)
Oh, and “Two Fat ladies” are great, even though one of them is dead.