RATINGS: WEEK IN REVIEW
Cowell talent show and brand new Amazing Greys give ITV bragging rights for Saturday night
Numbers can be like people. Occasionally, they interlope and confuse: the first time I heard The Special AKA belt out their African liberation anthem, and perhaps affected by the party atmosphere, I warbled lustily about three Nelson Mandelas.
On our road there’s a tree that, at this time of year, produces a sappy, sticky fruit.
I was a cub scout for just a week. Consequently, I missed the bit about being prepared, always.
The number 21 million weighed on my mind this week. Why? I’ll give you a clue: it’s from a faded Guardian cutting from February 1994, just over 20 years ago.
That’s it, then. No more wobbly triple axels, uncertain camel spins or hydrant lifts of a Sunday night.
The fear of all middle-managers is the dreaded call to attend an executive training course involving role-playing.
Where was the parent-jarring madness? Gone, it seems, are the days of rock stars mooning or machine-gunning on the Brit Awards stage, or an anarchist band hurling water over the deputy prime minister.
Down through the ages, the UK has often found itself smitten with a fad that promised adventure or riches.
Among the running and jumping of summer 2012, we grappled with the spelling of Taekwando.
I once interrupted a big knobs’ meeting, holding the week’s schedule aloft.
At an evening of cello scraping on Saturday, I was reminded why I couldn’t master a musical instrument.
“He undermined his argument with soundbites from the usual Socialist Worker types”