One of the best Deal or No Deal's yet on Saturday night (to vie with Sam's game last week). Marcus, it turns out, is neither a drag-queen nor a low-end rentboy as suspected, but a make-up artist who works on a cosmetics counter. A related field, I suppose. Anyway, he was a very funny and engaging player who took the mic away from Edmonds during the game and went into the audience like some sort of third-rate Trisha, actually asking Noel on the studio floor if he "had depression, or needed a paternity test?". While he dealt one deal too soon (at £31,000 when the next offer was £55,000) it was for a £100 box so he still beat the banker (whom he advised over the phone to stick to cream-based products given his advancing years. What the banker wants make-up for is another matter. Maybe he's the drag queen.) However Saturday night was a paltry affair without Dancing on Ice, and DOND clashed with ITV's best offering of classic muppet moments at 7 pm. Watched Parkinson in desperation but it just confirmed that the man needs to put im a home, not on our screens, being about as incisive as a retarded lamb.
Anyone following Shipwrecked: Battle of the Islands? I increasingly find myself tuning in of a Sunday morning; not because of the amount of teenage flesh on display, but because I really want one of the islands to smash the other one and win the £70,000 by attracting the most new islanders. I can't stand the Tigers, the island composed almost entirely of heiresses, bitchy city types, arrogant men and total dweebs - and feel a complete affinity for the Sharks made up of layabouts, northeners, cockneys, eccentrics and party animals. The Sharks don't build a shelter for the nighttime - oh no! They build a bar, and a bloody good one at that. The boring, smug Tigers - instead of lazing around on a paradisical beach - spend their time making little signposts to direct people around their compound. The site's only about a quarter of an acre in size. Hardly a sprawling metropolis. Anyway, I'm much more aligned with the laissez-faire attitude of the Sharks, and hope they win. Yet I have a feeling the programme may pall before my interest in the contestants, as apparently the poor bastards were out there for five months and the series has only just reached month three. Also am very jealous of the sunny climes as I lie on the sofa with sixteen jumpers on. Why oh why is it so cold???
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