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peterbirksI always felt that "Munch" should be a meal time, rather than an artist or a character in "Homicide, Life on the Streets" (which, apparently, now has as a subtitle "the series that inspired The Wire!"). After all, we have lunch, and brunch. Surely "munch" deserves its own time?
Annyhoo, the Yongster, Andy "The Spider" Ward (have they photoshopped that picture on Pokerswat, Andy, or just put your head on Arnie Schwarzeneggger's body?) and Kevin O'Leary with girlfirend Brianna Bramer, over from Vegas, visited for dinner last night. Very enjoyable.
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Radio Five last night and this morning seems to have reached new levels for the idiocy of the people appearing in it. I might be fussy in wanting professional broadcasters to know the difference between England, Great Britain, the United Kingdom and the British Isles, rather than just hearing them say "it's very confusing". Hell, man, knowing stuff like this is your fucking job. Unless the Radio Five professional broadcaster's job is now to take vox pop to the extreme of knowing not one whit more than the man in the street.
Then this morning one of the duo broadcasting on breakfast had a rant about the presenter on Strictly Come Dancing saying "the winning couple is..." instead of "the winning couple are...". His partner kept a diplomatic silence, but fortunately the listening public did not. "It's a collective noun, you twat, so 'is' is correct". Even the weather presenter, on being pressed on the matter by the errant host, muttered "I think it would be best to stick to the correct rules of grammar...."
How do these people get the jobs in the first place? Both these fools were male, btw. Strike one for intelligence fo the "ditzy young woman" and minus one for the "older, more professional, bloke".
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Annyhoo, the Yongster, Andy "The Spider" Ward (have they photoshopped that picture on Pokerswat, Andy, or just put your head on Arnie Schwarzeneggger's body?) and Kevin O'Leary with girlfirend Brianna Bramer, over from Vegas, visited for dinner last night. Very enjoyable.
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Radio Five last night and this morning seems to have reached new levels for the idiocy of the people appearing in it. I might be fussy in wanting professional broadcasters to know the difference between England, Great Britain, the United Kingdom and the British Isles, rather than just hearing them say "it's very confusing". Hell, man, knowing stuff like this is your fucking job. Unless the Radio Five professional broadcaster's job is now to take vox pop to the extreme of knowing not one whit more than the man in the street.
Then this morning one of the duo broadcasting on breakfast had a rant about the presenter on Strictly Come Dancing saying "the winning couple is..." instead of "the winning couple are...". His partner kept a diplomatic silence, but fortunately the listening public did not. "It's a collective noun, you twat, so 'is' is correct". Even the weather presenter, on being pressed on the matter by the errant host, muttered "I think it would be best to stick to the correct rules of grammar...."
How do these people get the jobs in the first place? Both these fools were male, btw. Strike one for intelligence fo the "ditzy young woman" and minus one for the "older, more professional, bloke".
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Date: 2009-09-20 06:14 pm (UTC)R5
Date: 2009-09-21 08:16 am (UTC)Re: R5
Date: 2009-09-21 09:51 pm (UTC)Bloomsbury Rhyming Slang
Date: 2009-09-22 03:58 pm (UTC)I'm struck by the appealing concept of walking up to the caff in the British Museum and asking for "table for three for Edvard, guv." Or possibly being banged up in the Philip K and demanding to speak to my Francisco José. Maybe even wandering down to a local bistro, handing over a fifty euro note, and asking for the Claude ...
This is the problem with police procedurals on the BBC these days. They think they're going up-market with all this sepia-tinted period crap, but they don't seem to understand that the slang is the thing.
Incidentally, if anybody can source me a link to the chat-show in America where Peter Cook invented "Fisherman's rhyming slang" (it's quite simple. Everything is "fisherman's:" fisherman's hook => book, fisherman's boat => coat, fisherman's wharf => alien in Star Trek, etc), I'd be grateful.
I'll get me fisherman's.