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By putting the zany, hyper theme music from Hawaii Five-O it adds a jazzed up fun time vibe to the whole galactic war thing. And to be honest, the films that could do with lightening up the most are those first three.
What with all that boring crap that took place in the senate, whaaaaat ever! But zingy music that makes you want to jump about and swing a lightsaber like a marching baton, now you’re talking.
“I say old chap, I’m terribly sorry to do this to such a spiffing fella as yourself, but you wouldn’t chuffing well like to give me the funds you have stashed away in that there till? Would be awfully bloody nice of you. Cup of Rosey Lee after will sort you right out, and I’ll jolly well come and pay you back when I can”
If only all hold-ups were as pleasant as this one. What a charming time they seem to be having, you almost forget he’s taking this man’s livelihood. Warms the cockles of your heart to see some good manners in the criminal underworld.
Who knew that fat chump from that excruciatingly insipid Halifax advert was such a fat ass MC, blud. Just check him and his crew out in the new Halifax ad where they’ve taken a different musical direction.
Instead of guffing about, high-fiving each other because their boss just creamed off another $6 billion bonus out of his limp todger, they’re keeping it street with a bit of the old dubstep. Ker-ching.
Most people think Fireman Sam is just some dumb kids’ TV show, featuring an animated Welsh fireman teaching the young ‘uns how to stifle a pan fire and live in small town communities without going on some murderous rampage.
But he’s actually a seminal hip-hop artist responsible for reigniting a stale scene with his groundbreaking hit ‘It’s Tricky”. Way before Goldie Lookin’ Chain made Welsh rap an international laughing stock. It’s all in the flame, yo.
What with all the Top Gear furore kicking off at the moment about stereotyping Mexicans, let’s take a timely look at Stewart Lee’s Top Gear-hating routine. Running way ahead of the band wagon he was hating on it long before it became about selling newspapers.
Why? Because it’s presented by a bunch of smug nob-jockeys in badly-fitting jeans, who are about as rebellious as smoked salmon canapes. Laugh. Out. Loud.
Dance can be such an expressive art form, allowing for the performer to dive into the depths of the human psyche and explore the emotions and feelings that make us who we are.
Just take this interpretation of the classic Marti Pellow heroin comedown song “Love Is All Around”. Truly, this is what separates man from the animals. The power to interpret Wet Wet Wet.
Just because you’re bald and old, and your wife looks like a gremlin doesn’t mean you can’t bust some moves on the dance floor and show those young ‘uns how to have a good time.
This guy’s got all the moves; the spirit fingers, the twirling the missus, the rolling hands, the wave your arms over your head like a fairy with broken wings. Legend.
A truly momentous occasion that, really, warrants an international holiday. So we could all be at home getting handjobs; men and women, all creeds and colours, rich and poor, tall and short, ugly and beautiful, bespectacled and despectacled.
But, no. Ah well, at least you can have your own little celebration of Dr. Fred Gilgoff’s incredible invention. A man more important than Einstein, Newton, even Ronald McDonald.
