Rene in ‘Allo ‘Allo! is swamped with contraband filled sausages.
Frank Vitkovic goes postal in Melbourne killing 8 before diving from 11 storeys.
Prozac lands onto shelves just in time for Christmas.
The red scousers are getting into their stride with Johnny Aldridge banging them in.
Ronnie and Gorby decide to put their differences to bed
and Public Enemy blow my mind with “Rebel without a pause“.
It is now in its 7th or 15th season but I am a celebrity…. seems to rolling along with the same popularity as it did when it first began. Ant & Dec support the show with their quite likable banter and slightly unbelievable intros into the days drama. And its the days drama were my brain starts to hurt.
The same looking people fill our tellys every season with their tantrums and their blossoming romances, all in the hope to change the trajectory of the careers they believe are worthwhile to the rest of the world. But what strikes me most about the show’s drama, is how everything is absolutely the exact same as every season that has gone before, to the point that there is no longer words or rhythm . There is just a noise, a medium paced monotone, dull hum.
I have to admit though, that a dull monotone hum is a great accompaniment to staring at chicks showering outdoors.
Pol Pot and his cronies go mental in Cambodia.
The Godfather part 2 wins Best Picture Oscar.
Maggie “Crazy Pants” Thatcher takes over as Tory Leader.
Rembrant’s “The Night Watch” is slashed to bits in Amsterdam.
SNL airs for the first time on America’s NBC.
West Ham win the cup.
Arsenal are invaded by the Irish and I am born.
