I despise PR and all it stands for. But this, from Republic Media, I share with you: "Tug Records have launched Frog Idol - a national search for a frog. With the release of the Crazy Frog Chorus as a record on April 4th, the mania that surrounds the Crazy Frog is set to go to new heights. Tug Records is looking for a person to become the Crazy Frog for promotional appearances on television and roadshows (or toadshows!)...Applicants should be able to swim. The ability to hop will be a welcome bonus. Naturally, applicants with long fingers and toes will hop to the top of the list. Do you think you have what it takes?? If you do, then you'd be hopping mad not to sign up for your chance to leap-frog into the history books! Simply go to www.crazyfrogchorus.com and enter your details including why you think you would make a good Crazy Frog."
In unrelated bullshit, but bullshit nevertheless, it's quite clear that Channel Four are beginning to scrape the bottom of the barrel. So, I ask myself - and you if you can be bothered to answer - who will present the Top 100 Jimmy Carrs?
Have I really been that inactive in recent years that just one day lifting a sofa and a few boxes into and back out of a van leaves me feeling, ooh, 80 years old? We created a good impression on our new town on the first night. Lacking the strength to prepare our own food, we headed to a curry house, looking every inch like filthy, poverty-stricken scum. I am certain that the only reason we were allowed a table was that the place was completely deserted (it was early - nothing to do with the standard of the food, nor the 12-year-old waiters) and we looked as if we needed pity. I'm not totally sure whether the 'Chicken Garlic Rooflifter' is an authentic Indian dish. But it was nice.
Lovin': Britney Spears - Do Somethin', The Futureheads - Hounds of Love.
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