Dragging them away from a warm TV to go training on a damp, cold Wednesday night is good. Telling them that this was better in the original works too. It also leads seamlessly to "in my day...".
I'm tempted to give an opinion of the X factor and this year's winner but, you have to be nice -remember than she has had a hard life (as she keeps saying).
Nineteen years old, all joints working, no teenagers hanging round her neck, no need to get up at the weekend, no need to hang round in muddy, cold, wet, frozen rugby pitches. Yeah, that's a hard life...
Showing posts with label X Factor. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 17 December 2008
Monday, 1 December 2008
X Factor
I've just seen on the internet that Chris Martin, who apparently plays with a pop group called Coldplay, has said, "If you don't cry at The X Factor, you're not human."
This not true.
If you don't think of shotguns as you watch X Factor, you're not human.
Get it right Chris.
Along with the 1.5 metre rule in junior scrummaging X Factor is responsible for the moral decay of the youth of England.
Wouldn't you just love to see spotty hopeful Eoghan turning out to face your local pack on a freezing Sunday morning...
This not true.
If you don't think of shotguns as you watch X Factor, you're not human.
Get it right Chris.
Along with the 1.5 metre rule in junior scrummaging X Factor is responsible for the moral decay of the youth of England.
Wouldn't you just love to see spotty hopeful Eoghan turning out to face your local pack on a freezing Sunday morning...
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