You'll Never Drink Alone

Linguists have discovered that the 'dialect' of Text, as used in the text messages of the modern youth, is not as first thought an appalling butchery of the English language, but actually the renaissance of the language of one of Britain's greatest authors:
This is what someone's precious little angel did at school last week.


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It's a tense day in parliament today. Despite needing 34 Labour MPs to rebel if every single non-Labour politician votes against the government for it to happen, Tony is SO afraid he might lose the 90 day vote that he's had to get the Prime Minister to come home early from Israel. Backbenchers please note: Arm twisting will be actual.
Now, I know it goes against the grain to hope for an outcome that doesn't see Tony with egg on his face, so consider this: Tony has so little sway with his own party any more that Gordon's had to come home to play Phil&Grant to his Billy.
This is Sue Axon. Sue thinks the law needs to be changed so parents must be told if their under 16 year old daughter has an abortion. Sue had an abortion once, and later regretted it. She wants to know if her teenage daughters ever want an abortion, presumably in the light of what she's said so that she can persuade them not to. Sue for some reason thinks she has a right to tell another female whether or not to have a child that person has already expressed a wish not to have. Sue doesn't care about the consequences of her campaign for the people who actually matter in this situation: young scared girls who need help and for whatever reason can't turn to their parents for it.
Today we're loving Gordon Ramsey. I haven't always approved of him as such, because to the untrained eye he looks a lot like a loudmouthed twat, but as time has worn on, the effect has worn off, and it turns out in fact that he is a bloody genius. My interest was piqued in the first place when Deep Shine had a hand in the refurbishment of the Connaught Dining Room. Apparently Gordon bitched and ranted and raved about the work of every trade that passed through the place except Deep Shine's. Shame, really, I would have given actual money for CCTV footage of that little tete a tete. And probably received lots more money for the sale of it. But you can't knock the man for knowing quality work when he sees it. Having watched 'Kitchen Nightmares', I have to say he's a wise, fair and utterly effective chap.
Despite my pre-season favorite Siobhan going out in the first week in an outrageous travesty of justice (honestly, look what happens when you let people vote, f'rcryin'outloud), I'm having the time of my li-ee-ife watching Strictly.
Big Brother, but you can get a daily fix if you're home early enough. And you already know the people before they 'go in', so you have far more joy in seeing them fail or succeed. Now initially, as I said, I was rooting for Siobhan, but due to the 'Kind Of People Who Watch GMTV' who escaped when I let Gloria out of the cupboard, we woz robbed. So the next week I voted for Colin Jackson. I thought he was going to impress me the way Denise did last year. He looked so proper and unmincey doing the cha cha and the quickstep. But last weekend I was utterly unimpressed. Yes, it was a latin jive as opposed to the more rock and roll lindyhop variety, but after his acrobatics in training and at the end of the quickstep, I have to say I had high hopes. So I was left with a dilemma over who to vote for.
I was equally impressed by both Patsy "Little Donkey" Palmer and Darren "Rhino" Gough. In the end I waited to see which one scored higher, then voted for the one who did least well so as to even it up. I hadn't liked Darren the first couple of weeks, but it was an improvement. I hadn't envisioned voting for Patsy because, well, because, you know? But I am open to being convinced in her case. And in any case, yon Anton somewhat resembles Rob Brydon, which must be a good thing. Anyway, it might make a bit more of a lady of her. Mind you, it does seem to be encouraging her fake tan usage, and can I say to any Ginggers reading this NEVER USE FAKE TAN. There is only so much orange a person can look at in one go.
Desperate Housewives, and they'll not be getting a vote off me any time soon.