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Wot's on Telly? In our exclusive
UK TV GUIDE, Alexander
DeVille, tells you what's worth staying in for and what might seriously
damage your health |
| TV GUIDE: Monday 1st November - Sunday 7th November |
MONDAY 1 November 9.00pm Every
year in Britain 100,000 teenagers get pregnant. There are now more unmarried
teen mums in the UK than anywhere else in the world. Well, it's nice
to excel at something. Curvaceous Charlene, 16, Lizzy, 15 and their
three gormless sisters are clearly several rubbers short of a full hand-jobby.
"A baby... will kinda occupy me because I'm bored in the house doing
nuffink all day," chortles one of the heavily pregnant little monsters.
Did no one tell her that lager and thongs don't mix? At 14 Courtney
is no stranger to the giggle stick.
The proud mum of no less than three mewling sprogs, all by different neanderthal partners, cock-loving Courtney has clearly found that a bulging oven is the fast-track passport to supplementary benefit easy street. Her dim-witted mum sheepishly admits her daughter's got no life now, but when asked whether she could have prevented the pregnancies says, "I was there, but I couldn't be arsed to watch her 24/7. I mean, you can't stop your kids 'aving sex, can you?" No, but you can tell the stupid little fuck-happy tarts to use a bloody rubber. Idiot! Miss it at your peril. |
THE SOPRANOS Monday
1st Nov 11.30pm "You
looking at me meathead? You wanna eat through a straw you schmutz?"
This week the adorable Tony's protection of his cousin looks like having
serious consequences in the season climax of this brilliantly stereotypical
mob drama from NYC. I have actually met an Italian-American and he assured
me he did not own a gun. He was talking out of his spaghetti arse. The
Italian American Anti Defamation League don’t like it. Can you blame
da mutha fakkers?
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FILM 2004 Monday
1st Nov 11.35pm
Approximately one person in every hundred stammers. Jonathan
Ross is one of them. But luckily the lad made it to TV (and even radio).
Tonight Meryl Streep joins Wossy to discuss issues relating to herself.Standby for an epic Hollywood ego-trip. Wunderffffful. |
Dirty
old men will love this salacious series in which concerned pensioners
Barbara, Jill and Brenda address Britain's moral decline by campaigning
against the proliferation of filth on the nation's screens. Hang on
a minute, didn't menopausal mullah, Mary Whitehouse, do this already?
Tirelessly seeking out all that is lewd, smutty and liable to moisten
a thong or raise a stiffy, the crusading grannies show their findings
as a warning to viewers. Their search includes lots of imported filth
from Europe and the ladies thoughtfully point out when the naughtiest
bits are coming up, so you can avoid watching, or heaven forbid —
videoing them!
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Tuesday 2nd Nov 7.30pm |
US ELECTION COVERAGE
Tuesday 2nd Nov 11.50pm So,
Kerry or Bush? Both tossers, so it’s a hard choice. The one with a cock
for a brain or the one with his brain in his cock who looks like Herman
Munster? It's tough to choose between two wankwits. Luckily dishy David
Dimbleby will be in Washington to tell us how the voting is going, so
why not get in some fags and booze and make a long bloody night of it?
Make mine a Gin-Fizz. If Nixon were still alive I'd vote for him. Remember
the 1972 campaign Jingle? "Nixon Now! Nixon Now! For you and me! Richard
Nixon, Nixon Now!" Sheer bloody genius.
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FULL ON FOOD
Wednesday 3rd Nov 8.00pm![]() Yet another Cookery series presented by chef Roxy Beaujolais, critic Richard Johnson and adventurer Stefan Gates. Roxy Beaujolais I hear you ask? Is she for real? Sadly, no. 'Roxy' was born Jenny Marguerite Hoffmann in Adelaide in 1946 and should have stayed there. Dozy tart! The trio of geriatric gastronauts search the world for great food stories and then meet up to chat, cook and stuff their faces. This week — bread making (what's wrong with Tesco's sliced white?) what's new from Japan (who cares), and a mushroom hunt in the wilds of Welwyn Garden City. Riveting. This week they are joined by Nigel Havers, who lines a baking tin with layers of cinnamon thins and cremé fraiche, topped off with chocolât noir. Tosser! |
Well it's more young gobshites to cheer up your evening! The fate of stage-struck wannabes lies in the hands of a panel of so-called experts in this pointless talent-spotting docusoap which charts the search for ordinary folk desperate enough to want to play a coveted role in a West End show for one night. If the producer wants some fresh ideas for a new show I can put him in touch with my masseuse, Brigitta. At least that would be a one night stand worth watching! |
COUNTDOWN Thursday
4th Nov 3.15pm Richard
Whiteley wears more bastard jackets and Carol Vorderman shows of her
smart arsed intellect in this mind numbing words and numbers game. Today’s
Dictionary Corner guest is TV has-been Nicholas Owen. Actually, Richard's
a bloody nice bloke; I had a beer with him in a pub in Leeds many years
ago, pity about his dress sense though. I really must give him the name
of my tailor.
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| A PLACE IN THE SUN Thursday 4 November
4.00pm A public-spirited series that helps people escape the UK for good. Since Blair and his tosspot cronies destroyed our green and pleasant land, TV stations have been vying with each other to help us to find other countries to live in — this is one of those shows. Today we're helping a garrulous Frenchman and his tasty young wife escape London. Can't say I blame them, anything to get away from Red Ken and Albanian hookers who hang around King's Cross station. Our couple have ambitions to find a holiday home on the island of Sardinia. Silly buggers, Sardinia is bloody awful. |
Oh that’s a classy jazz number, listen to this classic cut…arse! I've
forgotten more than Jools knows about music and that’s a bloody fact.
Its about time Mr. Holland booked Francis Rossi, Thunderclap Newman
and Dave Dee to do a sixties jam session live on set with wild animals
wondering around TV centre pissing on the props. Now that would be cutting
edge music TV.Anyway, tonight Jools introduces a diverse mix of so-called new musical talent and established artists. Joining Jools will be Paul Weller (sigh), Razorlight (?), Mory Kante (??), Roni Size (yuk) and Beverley Knight. (puke). Best dig out that “best of the Sixties” mix CD and have a joint. Or even better, find an old cassette copy of Simon Bates ‘Golden Hour’ and funk your puff to the sounds of 10CC. I fucking loved Simon Bates. "Simon Bates…The Golden Hour…On Radio Oneee!" Nice. |
SUNDAY 31 October 11:45pm Little
to say here other than John Peel was a true legend. I loved the bloke.
He made Simon Bates (see above) look like a wankrag. On a serious note,
God rest his soul, because he gave me many hours of pleasure on Radio
1 and Radio 4.John, you’re a good un. |
BRITNEY'S GREATEST BITS Sunday
7th Nov 1.00pm Lolights
from the glittering career of todger-teasing teen tartlet, Britney Spears
— America's answer to Baby Spice, only not half as clever. The programme
looks at Britney's achievements and trawls through her musical career.
That shouldn't take long, then. It seems the producer agrees with me
as this total waste of airtime lasts just 22 minutes. Hopefully, most
of you will be stuffing your faces with Sunday lunch. I know I will.
Unless she shows her tits — er, bits; in which case I may have to go
and lie down with the missus.
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GET A NEW LIFE Sunday
7th Nov 7.00pm Series
offering advice on how to set up a new life abroad, with help from professional
relocators Jonathan Jay and Melissa Porter. Paul and Fiona Jones are
dreaming of a laid-back life in Barbados, but with a small baby in tow,
will they find that they are too far away from friends and family? Sod
the distance; leave the bloody baby at home and just lie in the sun
and get pissed. Marvellous!
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Words © 2004 -Alex DeVille. Design and graphics © 2004 utterpants.co.uk |




Every
year in Britain 100,000 teenagers get pregnant. There are now more unmarried
teen mums in the UK than anywhere else in the world. Well, it's nice
to excel at something. Curvaceous Charlene, 16, Lizzy, 15 and their
three gormless sisters are clearly several rubbers short of a full hand-jobby.
"A baby... will kinda occupy me because I'm bored in the house doing
nuffink all day," chortles one of the heavily pregnant little monsters.
Did no one tell her that lager and thongs don't mix? At 14 Courtney
is no stranger to the giggle stick.
"You
looking at me meathead? You wanna eat through a straw you schmutz?"
This week the adorable Tony's protection of his cousin looks like having
serious consequences in the season climax of this brilliantly stereotypical
mob drama from NYC. I have actually met an Italian-American and he assured
me he did not own a gun. He was talking out of his spaghetti arse. The
Italian American Anti Defamation League don’t like it. Can you blame
da mutha fakkers?

Dirty
old men will love this salacious series in which concerned pensioners
Barbara, Jill and Brenda address Britain's moral decline by campaigning
against the proliferation of filth on the nation's screens. Hang on
a minute, didn't menopausal mullah, Mary Whitehouse, do this already?
Tirelessly seeking out all that is lewd, smutty and liable to moisten
a thong or raise a stiffy, the crusading grannies show their findings
as a warning to viewers. Their search includes lots of imported filth
from Europe and the ladies thoughtfully point out when the naughtiest
bits are coming up, so you can avoid watching, or heaven forbid —
videoing them!
Can
Arsewank Wenger's all stars recover from the utter shame of losing the
lead twice in the away fixture at Panathinaikos (that’s in Greece)?
Rhythmic gymnast turned Football floosie, scrubby Gabby Logan talks
to on the spot twat football pundits rambling on about nothing, shows
endless repeats of goals (from 100 different angles) and talks about
football. Gorgeous Gabby (36-24-37) once famously remarked: "I
used to watch Cat Deeley on Saturday mornings and think, 'I really wish
I could wear a pretty top like that."
So,
Kerry or Bush? Both tossers, so it’s a hard choice. The one with a cock
for a brain or the one with his brain in his cock who looks like Herman
Munster? It's tough to choose between two wankwits. Luckily dishy David
Dimbleby will be in Washington to tell us how the voting is going, so
why not get in some fags and booze and make a long bloody night of it?
Make mine a Gin-Fizz. If Nixon were still alive I'd vote for him. Remember
the 1972 campaign Jingle? "Nixon Now! Nixon Now! For you and me! Richard
Nixon, Nixon Now!" Sheer bloody genius.

Richard
Whiteley wears more bastard jackets and Carol Vorderman shows of her
smart arsed intellect in this mind numbing words and numbers game. Today’s
Dictionary Corner guest is TV has-been Nicholas Owen. Actually, Richard's
a bloody nice bloke; I had a beer with him in a pub in Leeds many years
ago, pity about his dress sense though. I really must give him the name
of my tailor.
Oh that’s a classy jazz number, listen to this classic cut…arse! I've
forgotten more than Jools knows about music and that’s a bloody fact.
Its about time Mr. Holland booked Francis Rossi, Thunderclap Newman
and Dave Dee to do a sixties jam session live on set with wild animals
wondering around TV centre pissing on the props. Now that would be cutting
edge music TV.
Little
to say here other than John Peel was a true legend. I loved the bloke.
He made Simon Bates (see above) look like a wankrag. On a serious note,
God rest his soul, because he gave me many hours of pleasure on Radio
1 and Radio 4.
Series
offering advice on how to set up a new life abroad, with help from professional
relocators Jonathan Jay and Melissa Porter. Paul and Fiona Jones are
dreaming of a laid-back life in Barbados, but with a small baby in tow,
will they find that they are too far away from friends and family? Sod
the distance; leave the bloody baby at home and just lie in the sun
and get pissed. Marvellous!