Wednesday Night's TV (25/1/06)

Lordy lord, so much to catch up on. Galloway was finally given his marching orders last night, having done more damage to his reputation in two weeks than a Repubican smear-campaigner could have done in two years. What an arrogant, vain, self-preserving, atavistic, double-dealing, word-twisting wally-tician he has shown himself to be. And what happened to his face during his incarceration? All the humanity drained from it and he was left with the dead, lifeless features of a salamander. George Galloway - defender of the weak. Unless they're women. The flip side of the coin to his cohort, Pete Burns - attacker of the weak. As long as they're women. Pete, who looks like Grandpa from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre after a vat of blood, doesn't deserve any more analysis than he's already had. He's an ugly man, in all senses of the word. I'm just thankful that, after Friday, I won't have to see the skein he calls a face any longer, and the chances of him having damaged my subconscious permanently are finally reduced. I do not want a lifetime of Burns dreams. At least I don't have to watch a Galloway habit that was genuinely starting to disgust anymore. When his back was against the wall, he would draw the tendrils of his moustache into his mouth and start to suck and bite on the hairs. Ugh. George's 'Tache. He clearly hasn't reflected on the direct link between dictators and upper lip hair, has he? Or maybe he has. Hitler, Stalin, Hussein, Mugabe...... Galloway. He's in as good political company out of the BB house, as he was in it. I can see Burns in an SS uniform. With accessories of course.