That's my paltry excuse for not coming up with anything of note recently. Struck down by that terrible cold that's going around. And in my prime and all. Shocking.
Anyhoo, it gave me occasion to watch daytime telly. And, oh lordy, is it rubbish. Talk shows wall to wall in the mornings, dodgy soaps in the afternoons. Still, there were compensations (thank god for cable tv) such as double Diagnosis Murder on the Hallmark Channel and re-runs of Murder She Hopes (sorry, Wrote) on UKTV Gold. Which also features as part of the Murder Mystery Sunday on the same channel - something of which I'm becoming inordinately fond. Two (or three if you're extra lucky) episodes of Murder, She Wrote interspersed with a Miss Marple (the Joan Hickson ones) and a Columbo (generally featuring Robert Culp, Robert Vaughn or Patrick McGoohan as the villain). It's a fantastic way to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon, snuggled up on the sofa with a cuppa and some biscuits.
Mind you, occasionally the continuity announcers get a bit carried away. I heard one say 'And now, Miss Marple, a capeless crusader dispensing brutal vigilante justice.' I mean, for heaven's sake, it's Miss Marple, not a geriatric version of the X-Men. Sheesh.
Anyhoo, back to daytime telly and the other thing I noticed - the sheer volume of adverts for Cillit Bang (and its associated products). There's hundreds of 'em. And it's not even as if they're any good (the adverts I mean), given that they star (if that's quite the right word) the amazingly un-natural Barry Scott. Oh yes, he of 'HI, I'M BARRY SCOTT!' fame. It made me wonder if he talked like that all the time.
*Warning: potential gross-out ahead*
Like if he ever gets 'in the mood'... it's not exactly sweet nothings is it? Could you imagine him in a singles bar?
'HI, I'M BARRY SCOTT! DO YOU COME HERE OFTEN?'
'HI, I'M BARRY SCOTT! ARE YOU TIRED, COS YOU'VE BEEN RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND ALL NIGHT...'
'HI, I'M BARRY SCOTT! HERE'S 10P TO RING YOUR MUM AND TELL HER YOU WON'T BE HOME.'
'HI, I'M BARRY SCOTT! GET YOUR COAT, YOU'VE PULLED!'
Okay, I need to stop now, I've even grossed myself out - and I think you've got the idea anyway. Still, he'd make a fantastic international hitman. 'HI, I'M BARRY SCOTT! BANG! AND MY VICTIM IS DEAD!'
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