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Thursday, March 23, 2006
People you should not fancy
Liz and I are hooked on The Apprentice. It has become a one houre heckle-fest as we shout at the incompetent muppets with enormous egos. Who says TV isn't interactive?
But The Apprentice isn't what this post is about. It's The Armstrongs, the barely-believable, but intensely funny docusoap about the Conservatory firm, U-Fit. It must be in its fifth week now, and I am slowly being drawn into the dreamy eyes of Anne.
I think I quite fancy her. There, I've written it (sorry Liz, it's just a TV-hero-worship phase).
It's the way she looks at john with that smile. It's the way her hair is so outdated. It's the way she talks.
But what an affliction - fancying Anne of The Armstrongs is just WRONG.
But The Apprentice isn't what this post is about. It's The Armstrongs, the barely-believable, but intensely funny docusoap about the Conservatory firm, U-Fit. It must be in its fifth week now, and I am slowly being drawn into the dreamy eyes of Anne.
I think I quite fancy her. There, I've written it (sorry Liz, it's just a TV-hero-worship phase).
It's the way she looks at john with that smile. It's the way her hair is so outdated. It's the way she talks.
But what an affliction - fancying Anne of The Armstrongs is just WRONG.
// posted by Andy @ 10:08 am 
