No Nancy, Soon no Apprentice. Against my will and better judgement I succumbed to both. I have a loaded gun ready in case Nancy-less and Apprentice-less the longueurs of the English summer should for one second lead me to contemplate.............Big Brother. No! - God help me - no!

Get a grip Z - read a book. And if that fails....there's always cricket. (The scraping sound you hear is me putting extra bullets in the gun).

Help me dear reader, help me. Or I am lost.

Zettel

No, no Zettel! You don't understand - Big Brother is culturally significant and psychologically informative. It would provide you with an opportunity to sharpen your pencil - and your tongue - and TELL IT LIKE IT IS! Go for it - as a BB obsessive (sad, but true) I will read your critiques with interest, as always. (Haven't read your Apprentice one so far because it's on tape and, though I know Lucinda went, don't want any more spoilers until I've watched it).#
I mean...so much material here. How can you think of resisting?
Susiex

Get thee behind me Satan.....

Z

Mwah ha ha...

Susiex

Hey Zettel,

Why don't you go on a summer creative writing course? You won't learn a thing about writing but they can be exceptionally good value for those suffering crap entertainment withdrawal symptoms. Just think: fifteen or so people who have trouble sticking backside to seat desperate to displace, so quickly deciding that breaking up one's marriage for a torrid, not to say wordy, affair is much easier than cranking out 5,000 of the little written buggers. Honestly, by only the third day, everyone knows everything about each other, has slept with everything in the place including the tutors, the local pub darts team, the vicar and his cat. There would be tons to write about if anyone was up to it.

Incidentally, I intended to watch the last Nancy but went and got the timing wrong - only turned up to catch the climax and a very disappointed women (the story of my life). Must make the start of the next series, which I believe will be called, "If you keep snarling like that, it'll stick and then how will you suck coke through a straw," which is of course the Beeb's quest to find a young scallywag to play Johnny Rotten in the new West End Musical, "Never Mind Me Bollocks, Where's the Filthy Lucre."

Terry

Terry

So sad that you missed Nancy's climax. Man's destiny I suppose.

As for the writing groups - where do I sign? Can you do more than one?

regards

Z

Zettel, hope you're reading the thread on Big Brother - and that your ears are burning!
Susiex

which thread Susie?

Z

If you go to 'Recent Posts' you'll see it - it's called Big Brother.
Putting pressure on you to review it, so Myrtle (in Australia) can experience it at least by proxy.
Susiex

Zettel, no, now really, you have to resist. A man can legitimately descend into the murky, although oddly agreeably sticky, depths of low protein TV only so far before he becomes permanently and terminally spiritually lobotomized. Early signs are growing your hair long and constantly swishing it under an imaginary overhead camera while speaking on the phone to your mother about how glossy your life has become. Then there are the happy little tickles of pleasure that pepper your heart when discussing who fancies who in the House. The fact is, BB is bigger than you and it will win.

Years ago I had a friend called Boo - a fearsomely intelligent lad, full of curiosity and devilment. His record collection was a marvellous thing of surprising diversity and unexpected treasures. Then, one tragic day, I was round his place and went to the record shelves to pull out something to play. It was an Elvis album. I shrugged, put it back and tried again - another Elvis. And so on: everything was Elvis. "What's happened, Boo?" I said. So he told me that he'd wanted to go to Holland cheap and had joined a special sailing of the Elvis Appreciation Society. All the way there and back, the only music played was by the so-called King. Boo, who'd hated Elvis previously, was done for: as soon as he was home, he flogged off his entire record collection and replaced it with sequinned warbling.

Let this story be a warning to you, and don't listen to Susie who I'm afraid may be too late to save. Resist the McCall of the sirens.

LOL, Terry!

and don't listen to Susie who I'm afraid may be too late to save.

Yeah, mum, he's right(*swishes newly-grown hair under imaginary overhead camera*).

What's a bit of spiritual lobotomy anyway, compared with a glossy life and happy shiny peppery tickles?

EXITS LEFT, PURSUED BY BEAR WEARING BLUE SUEDE SHOES.

Susiex

Zettel - please do BB for us!! Pretty Please with knobs on!