I nearly went to the cinema last night. I’d arranged to see ‘American Gangster’ with my friend Caron. But we met at Waterloo train station, and came to the executive decision that we would attend the cinema another night.
Instead, we watched celebrities parading around in the jungle, and one particular celebrity stick his head into a container of baby pythons. I’m not sure that I could do that, could you?! Even though it was all for a good cause - to collect stars for his fellow jungle companions dinner.
Lucky for me, my friend cooked a splendid spaghetti bolognese last night, so there was no need for me to collect stars from containers full of snakes, spiders and creepy crawlies.
Every year in the UK ‘I’m a celebrity, get me out of here’ comes to our television screens.
I use the term ‘celebrity’ loosely, as there are always one or two contestants whose identity you are not quite sure of, or someone who is now famous for being famous, and you are wondering how the world can justify the fact he/she earns millions from being photographed and appearing on celebrity reality programmes.
Last night was no exception, I watched the programme for the first time, wondering who and why?!
I did recognise one face, Christopher Biggins, an ex television presenter who I met many years ago. “It’s enough to make your eyes water!” he said to me.
Mr Biggins was referring to the adult top shelf material which covered my desk and computer screen. No don’t worry, I’m not sexually obsessed, unfortunately I once worked for a publishing house who published pornographic magazines, as well as glossy, consumer, top titles. I loved working on the glossy, consumer, top titles, alas I hated the porn.
But that, dear Flying Pink Elephants readers, is another story.
Thanks for the food, wine and great company, Caron!
Picture of the day:
Fancy a swim?