When Deal or No Deal first came onto our screens a couple of years ago now it was a strange and curious, not to mention addictive little novelty for all the dole scum and housewives, and an interesting alternative to the majority of shitty middle class childrens television (apart from My Parents Are Aliens which is actually very amusing).
Yes, it was theatrical TV, there was an unseen banker, greedy contestants and Noel was back! Hey! It was like 1993 again, if you forgive 1997's Brass Eye gaff where he came across as a bit pompus and childish just because he chose to condem a non-existent drug called cake. Then there was the end of the series where it was reported that he killed Clive Anderson and escaped in a helicopter. So for a while it's been nice to have him back. was all nice. A honeymoon of sorts. But I don't think he's ever had a day off.
I'm fucking bored of it now. It's on EVERY DAY. I stopped watching about a month or so after it started but whenever I'm at home and I catch a bit of it, I realise that it's got more pathetic. In another great example of SPS (Stupid Public Syndrome) contestants bring all their little photos, teddies and cards and mascots in the daft and their shitty systems, in the belief that it'll have some impact on how much money they go away with. They even think by being 'positive' and cheering, inducing audience applause and hysterics it makes a FUCKING DIFFERENCE! (I'm so glad when they get next to fuck all. I'm almost erect.) And when the rest of the contestants link hands I just want to cut their arms off. Stupid fucking cunts!
One culprit, among many of this stupid spiritual approach to positive thinking has to be this jism called 'Cosmic Ordering' which evidently has made many people a lot of money, like all other fads, which is positive of course for your Edmonds', McKenna's of the world. The idea that you ask the cosmos to bring your vague dreams is of course bullshit, Astrology at best, and like all these arseholes with dreamcatcher's and fucking tarot cards, and astral projection and those who believe in the abstract 'spiritualism', it's just quackery. Do me a favour, if you meet anyone who describes themselves as being 'spiritual' just kick them between the legs. These fuckers only say this shit to appear all sensitive and to get laid.
Speaking of damb squibs, how long must Ricky Gervais act like his 'dance' is an albatross to try to elicit a transparent response so he can do the tiresome routine AGAIN! Message to Rick: Write some new fucking new funny new material and stop riding on the coatails of past successes and past comedians. Better still, give it up. You make Peter Kay seem quite good.
