If, a few short hours ago, you had arrived on the doorstep unannounced, you would have caught me watching Total Wipeout.
And laughing.
This behaviour makes me a not nice person, obv, because, essentially, I am laughing at the many misfortunes of others.
It is Saturday evening in the house of fun, and my stomach is full, my taste-buds have been titillated and I have prepared, cooked, eaten and washed up.
Spag Bol.
With garlic bread.
And, bizarrely, the 1/4 bottle of red wine I threw in to the mix, tasted better tonight than it did a week ago, when we opened it.
Anyway.
I am a combination of lazy and tired, this seems to be a Saturday evening default position, which I put down to having a very tiring week.
Or, as Soph put it on this week’s show, maybe we’re just hibernating.
Anyway.
I have been playing with iFrame for the last couple of hours.
As well as doing the above food-related activities, obv.
I think I like iFrame.
That statement might come back to bite me in the arse, but right now I like it.
Although, I have to say, I embedded the video below with the usual ’embed’ code and not iFrame.
A quick word about the video?
Do not, do not, do fucking not do this at home, kids.
Similarly, Saturday night for us has become pizza and Total Wipeout night. Watching these people crash, bang, wallop their way round the course is most amusing. But it’s Richard Hammond’s commentary that makes it hilarious.
And, that video: mad! I was just about to retrieve my old Hornby set from the loft when I read your comment that we shouldn’t try it at home. Gutted.
It is rainy and cold in southern Italy, forcing us to put on our couch potato suits and try to find something other than so-called “reality” shows, retreads of Japanese game shows, and unfunny American remakes of Brit comedies on TV. I have few enough brain cells left to allow any more to be dissolved by that mindless merde.
On the other hand, Olbermann is out, so my weekend is on the upturn.