Typical.You go a whole year without anything truly, truly bad on television, and then two gems come along in a week.
And bugger my luck - I go and miss both of them.
Regular readers know that I'm a big fan of rubbish, and last year's Demons on ITV was a true turd on the otherwise white tablecloth of British television which I thought could never be beaten.
And BANG - two in a week, leaving me scrabbling around for rpeat showings and catch-up services.
The Execution of Gary Glitter - Channel Four
In 2001, Channel Four were brave enough to ignore the ouraged shrieks of the tavbloid press to air the Chris Morris Brass Eye Paedo-geddon Special, a damning indictment of the worst excesses of moral panic. Got 27 minutes to spare? Watch it all HERE
In 2009, the same network brought us The Execution of Gary Glitter, an all-singing, all-dancing mockumentray mixing fiction and genuine talking heads, speculating what might happen if we decided to stretch the neck of Britain's favourite pedalo. The usual suspects: Garry Bushell, Ann Widdecombe, kids in "paedo's are scum" T-shirts, all to a brainless music soundtrack.
I had to skip to the end just to see if it wasn't the long-awaited return of Chris Morris and all a great big joke. It wasn't. They actually meant it.
Channel Four - what have you become?
Top THAT, Rupert Murdoch.
And he did.
Michael Jackson: The Live Seance - Sky One
Does exactly what it says on the tin.
Derek Acorah takes a bunch of Jackson fans to a castle in Ireland (on account of the fact that Jacko once slept there), and attempts to make contact with the King of Pop himself.
And he does, with all-too-predictable, all-too-hilarious, all-too-disturbing results.
Look, just watch it.
The sad fact is that 600,000 people actually watched this tosh. 600,000 people who might actually live near you and have a vote in the next election.
Yeah. We're doomed.
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We are doomed. Doomed we are. d
Congratulations of your doom filled furst Dawn.
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Is that doofus available to channel Michael for karaoke nights and kids parties? ... perhaps not kids parties.
p.s. Don't blame us, Rupert is an American now. Blame them.
Just TURD.
Disappointed. Bitterly disappointed. Derek Akorah's acting was just superlative in 'Most Haunted'.
Now he's just a ghost of his former self and why is he sweating so much ? Does he think people are finally on to him ?
When did television stop being for education, entertainment and information and start being "Publically humiliate the stupid"?
Seems we're not too far off from Victorian times, when Mental hospitals used to let people in to have a laugh or two at the expense of the inmates, for a ha'penny.
Perhaps I better take that down before ITV/C4/Sky cotton on and do "Mongs are So Funny!"
It's about their level.
Steve: "Retards do the funniest things"
And Sam is possibly dressed as a 12 year old boy in order to attract the spirit of MJ?
Rik - I would watch that ...
Scary, 600,001 apparently. I am so lucky I do not own a televisor.
Derek's really showing his age, isn't he? Nice costumes, people.
Oh my goodness, how freaky is that?!?! I'm with Richard on this one, glad I don't have a television!
Love Brass Eye though.
After watching that clip I don't know what to say. People actually believe that stuff?
Merci, Der Squeakness!
Yes, Stu. Yes, they do. I know otherwise seemingly intelligent, normal people who eat that stuff up.
It is a mystery.
Proposed new game show, "So you think you can think" in which Derek Acorah fans are given simple situations to reason their way through for the amusement of the rest of us.
15th
"Retards do the funniest things"
Or, as ITV call it "I'm a Celebrity... Get Me Out of Here"
*ROFPML*
Brilliant!
I haven't larfed so much in a while, thanks Scary! ;o)
I'm bad!
o k. so you've heard of crap-o-vision? Well what about Crypto-vision.
What you ask is that. Well it goes like this: you are staring at your lovely but very dead matinee idol who by the way played a very good part as a szhio killer and yet played it to the hilt whom by the way looked prettier than ever with his hair green, clown make-up all over his face. Red lisptick upon his dead but still very kissable lips and that beautiful and stunning purple suit of which he wore all through the Dark Knight. Need you ask? See I am a physic. They were on a low budget and could only afford one suit. But they went to town. Really went to town on that one. Only the best for Hollywoods golden boy. See the make up was real expensive. It was Lancome. And yes I am a name-dropper. So were the Nuke Bombs. Pretty boy Floyd as we will sometimes call that A-List actor insisited.
And you are sitting there staring at his sweetness in his crypt wondering why he is still so pretty though he's been dead a week or almost and all you can think of is you want to climb up on him in his death chamber crypto pose and start doing the you-know-what to him, wondering how sweet that red lipstick could really be.
Then you wonder if you do so, could you perhaps be so witchy-bitchy and bring him back to life just sos you can sic him on his many ex-girlfriends whom are all younger, much younger than you and much, much more prettier. And ya know ya hate those ex girl toys of his. This here handsome still but still very dead luscious licky kissy pie boy toy A-List actor. And you think smashing. then you say girl do it, you do it then lightening strikes 3 times and lights up the green of his hair to give him a greenish halo. Then you have the best sexual adventure of your life with a corpse in his pink glittery coffin with red velvet lining. And ya know what. He comes back to life! Only to die again a few seconds later, but you still don't care. It's something you have to write home about.
so there you have crypto-vision. ain't I such a visionary, though.
Where would we all be without the celebritity death pool.
Today Heath Ledger. Tomorrow who knows? Maybe Micheal Jackson!
I now bravely face the world!
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