randomrabbit's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Up Shit Creek but with a paddle� of sorts plub tunk ffffsssssshhh fuck fuck FUUUCK Bernard Cribbins looking slightly thoughtful for a second. �It sounds to me like something, maybe, falling in to something?� A light smattering of applause from the audience, enough only to suggest that it�s maybe a line of investigation the panel should follow more closely. Nina Myskow picks up the batten: �Is it something falling in to� a liquid?� They applaud a little louder. Confident now, �Perhaps a small electrical device falling in to a liquid?� Louder still with a few whistles from the more raucous members. �In to, say, a hoppy, malty liquid?� The audience go wild at the inspired guesswork and all that�s left is for Gyles Brandreth to hammer it home over the tumultuous applause: �Is it Tim�s mate Steve accidentally dropping his brand-new phone in to a pint of lager?� The audience cheer and stand as Sir David Frost invites us to take a look� There used to be a programme on in the afternoons when I was at uni and thus watching much afternoon telly, somewhere between Neighbours and Quincy, where a panel of celebrities were invited to guess what various sounds were. It was one in a long line of midmorning/afternoon celebrity guessing games, guessing such things as what an antique object was used for and/or its value; what celebrity lives in a house (like this) or sometimes what another celebrity was miming. Do they still do these? I miss seeing celebrities guessing things :( Me? Bored? Fuck yes. 3:17 p.m. - 2007-11-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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