Words are all well and good, aren’t they?
Sure, you’ve got your Wordsworths, your Miltons, your Shakespeares and your Bushells. But most writing is just waffle isn’t it? With all those letters, those commas and fancy-dan italics.
Who wants to read all that lot?
ITV’s National Television Awards – you’ve got to love it.
It’s the people-pleasing, glitzy, glamorous, Heat-reading cousin of the Baftas, with categories designed to make housewives coo.
Written just before last night’s episode went out…
So, What Katie Did Next…
…was bugger off, apparently! Faced with her seventh trial in a row (and a couple of these have been several mini-trials in succession), Jordan has bowed out: the second camper to leave before eviction voting begins.
Ah, the ladies! Sweet, tender ladies; Sugar and spice and all things nice ladies! After a hard couple of sleepless nights on the jungle floor, poor Camilla broke down in tears. As she was smothered by the other cooing contestants (all but Jimmy, who watched from a distance as part of an apparent suss-it-all-out strategy) the cynic in me wondered whether this might be a ploy to curry audience sympathy early in the game.
