When I watched it when first broadcast, I wasn't sure if the opening sequence really was Jonathan King. The bit at 0:50 is curious, especially as King's convictions predated the episode by some years. Not sure if they are bold jokes, or just plain weird.
Wow! It did not really register when I watched this at the time of original broadcast, but again (not unlike his eventual marriage to Konnie) there is a strange crossover between what Charlie Brooker says, and what comes to pass. Of course, he picked Huw Edwards as someone who calmly reads the news, and eventually was so trusted as a "voice of the BBC", that he covered the Queen Elizabeth funeral. So, at the time, suggesting that Edwards would suddenly get "his bum out on the news" 28:12 was an extreme flight of fancy. And now, August 2024, getting his bum out on live TV is a very tame idea compared to a conviction relating to child pornography. I wonder who has the mammoth task of removing all of Huw Edwards' appearances from the BBC archives? Well done, Charlie. You line things up. They happen. I wonder what else will come to pass. Eat your hearts out, devotees of Nostradamus.
You think that was a bad day, little did you know that waitress was specially trained at the Kirsten Stewart School of Misery Models to save money on smiling muscles and anti wrinkle creams. "Whoooa!I never meant to brag!"
I don't know if my new note book sized solar panel is rubbish or if England is useless for solar power at this time of year. The first couple of days it was like my phone was charging backwards. 😢 I just wanted to save my mom some money. Anyway, in a fit of superstitious paranoia I plugged it in in the dark and ran a zombie killing mission ,just in case it was from opposite world . My neighbour bought a Z phone >.> it has to be the flippiest screen zombie I ever ever saw :-/ turns out you can't charge solar panels off security lamps.
I had a nightmare, that it was a giant wirey-lace sucking machine, and that it sucked everything in the world, like blankets of darkness and tiny thunderbugs and that the one percent charge of My phone was enabling computer hackers to see out of my Eastern window like batman. But eyeballs. Eyeballman
Do you know in Azerbaijan, I saw a mud pot that isn't at all volcano. It's *pyroclastic*. There's a fence around the towering, burning torrent of mud, but it's basically in the middle of town. In Grindavik, Iceland, there's two fu.l on bubbling lava flows. It looks great in the dark,plus Iceland is really cold, so it's not this...giantly ferocious hail of fiery death like some other volcanos, Like Pompeii. That was so fast, there are preserved concrete corpses who were asleep when the catastrophe occurred.
That's not in my Ruben's tutorial. You know, I saw two separate complete statues of Michaelangelo's David. One in Russia one in Buenos Aires. They're shockingly alike. It's creepy, even.
I thinks that I hates her inside out. "Thanks for the 0xygen," she didn't say "thanks for all my fingers on," pfff. Hoorays. If they knew they were hoorays, they'd know, ey
Saying that, they say a change is as good as a rest! Sometimes. I had a dream about the spa water at Bath, and I discovered they had performed a quaint revival drama not long before. Later I found a cute similarly haunted looking village south by the Clent Hills, I thought would be awesome for an Assassin's Creed Theme type park. With the marvels of modern technology one could summon to life a bold and dashing seeming of a derring-do and mysterious scrolls of reputed witchcraft! Treasures! Fame! Harmless Japery!
I'm sure yall know this but, Charlie Brooker is one of the nicest guys 8n showbiz (ugh, that word!). Watch him in interviews and you see that the wipe persona is massively amped up. That said, still twists my melon that he married Konnie Huq!
What I like about pretty much all of Brooker's shows is that they're ultimately just creative ways of encouraging humanity to accept their imperfections and enjoy life instead of allowing mindless TV execs and tech companies to make them feel like they're in some stupid competition to become the best human being imaginable in whatever category they can think of; even all of the doomsayer shit, regardless of who is making it, is basically turning its viewers into competitors in a competition to see who can be the best at being scared shitless. This is also why in the rare situations where Charlie or one of his mates does compliment a show (and not in a comedically ironic way) it tends to be a show that's written incredibly well and/or has a certain degree of realism to it. Or in the case of something like Last of the Summer Wine, aligns with the goal of accepting imperfections and generally just enjoying life.
Wonder what happened to that baldy w*nker off the roulette show. Obviosly he went on to bigger and better things that that Charlie Broker fella right? Right?
