The drug-addicted, girlfriend-murdering front man from the Sex Pistols rises from the dead and auditions for that show fronted by the high-waisted king of bland.
If only something like this did happen on one of those insipid talentless-spotting shows, then we’d tune in each week. Next week, Captain Beefheart sqawks his way through “Neon Meate Dream of a Octafish”.
If you’re one of the many addicts who suffers from the ‘Blackberry Thumb’, or a cat on the next stage of it’s supreme evolution (and just waiting to develop opposable thumbs) then this gadget’s at the top of your ‘Must-Have’ list.
It has more tricks up it’s sleeve than a crooked politician and aside from doing all the stuff (and more, thank you Flash) that an iPad can perform, it comes with a demonstrator who will break his own fingers just to show you how much he believes in it. Ouch.
When you’re fighting a crazy autocratic freak with a face that looks like it’s trying to escape from itself, then you have to make do with what you can to remove him from power.
And because the Libyan rebels have been hit by arms shortages, and NATO aren’t willing to properly stick the boot in, they make do with the best of what they have: forging their own weapons from scraps.
Some people jump from atop buildings with parachutes strapped to their backs, some leap out of moving planes, some jump from bridges with rope attached to their feet. Jeremy Clarkson rolls Reliant Robins. Because that’s how he — ahem — rolls.
The only thing keeping him upright is the kindness of celebrities, which is what you need in a sticky situation. It’s what everyone needs when they fall over, a bunch of low-rent slebs to come along and put you upright.
This guy’s so good at impressions it’s like he has 40 different people living inside of him, all fighting for control of his personality. Just imagine if you could do all these different accents, you’d never be lonely again.
Every time you wanted to amuse yourself, even if you had no internet, you’d just make with the funny voices and lol at how brilliant you are.
“What goes on in this town is none of your busnee – ” “As long as I’m living here it is” “Well then maybe you shouldn’t be living HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE!” Bron-holm, the man, the legend, shows why he’s the most sought after actor of his generation.
Forget Olivier, forget Burton, forget Gielgud, Bro-ho hit the heights of the finest acting the world will ever see in this scene from the great movie Taffin. All other actors may as well hang up their coats and go home, because they’ll never reach the zenith of his brilliance. Never!
Yesterday we brought you part one of this hard hitting police drama that makes The Wire look like a pre-school children’s TV series. And now, you lucky souls, here’s episode 2.
In this gripping episode they are set upon by a man with a knife, who pretends he’s just walking along the street with his girlfriend. But these guys didn’t get to where they are by ignoring telltale signs like that.
South London is a war-torn urban morass full of crime, hate, and squalor. It’s mostly been abandoned by humankind except for a few feral beings who roam the vast wastelands of Croydon, looking for an angry fix.
But, helping to keep a semblance of civilisation in this post-apocalyptic theme park is Duncan and McCoy, two of the finest, bravest and honest police officers on the beat. They’re helping to make neighbourhoods neighbourly again.
