Honourable Exception
Thank gawd Bruce Forsyth wasn't given a gong.
Come to thank of it, thank god I didn't knw he was even in the running or it would have messed up my christmas and new year praying for some thunderbolt to avert such a calamity.
I can't bear to think of it: "More than 15,000 people signed an online petition demanding a knighthood for Forsyth ...". Wasn't there a cheeky headline in some Brit rag after Dubya had been elected asking how could X million voters be so thick? Cheeky! As was the Grauniad's plan to have readers phone merkan voters and plead with them to vote sensible. When the Brits get it wrong, they go whole hog.
But back to that awful man with the jutting menton, surely honours don't descend to prancing buffoons? Clearly they do.
Come to think of it, didn't he flounce off with some bimbo - Anthea someone? Giggly assistante on his show but I'm sure she was mahvelous to cuddle. I think his wife gave a suitably dry comment about him being such a baby, as well as a warning to Anthie about some of his older maid habits.
With luck, before 2010 rolls along, Brucie will have done a Wossy and blotted his copy book and ensured that the honour rolls retain a smidgeon of honour themselves.
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