Stormtroopers Need Love Too…

Jumping around the backwaters of the Sky EPG yesterday, I came across this advert:

Yes, so stunned was I that I rewound the telly, paused it and went to find my phone to take a photograph.

Actually, the nurse is quite hot.

Without dwelling on the superficiality of taking an interest in someone based purely on what they wear to work (how far do they draw the line? If you’re a bus driver, are you in? A lollypop lady? A Ghostbuster?), I realised that Stormtroopers need some lovin’.

So I’ve set a profile up for Steve (Call Sign TK421). Click for a larger picture:

I’ll keep you posted on any replies we get!

Props to Anton for spawning this post by mentioning Stormtroopers. And French Maids.

But I decided to go with Stormtroopers.

The Sun Jumps the Shark

Last night, while watching the 10 o’clock news, I tweeted the following:

And I woke up this morning to this:

I knew the Sun wouldn’t let me down.

If anyone is interested, my copywriting skills are available for hire.

I’ve been trying to sell “I Go Nuts for Doughnuts” as an advertising slogan for Krispy Kreme for quite a while now.

I’ve had even less success trying to pitch “Buy Me and Stop One ” to major contraceptive manufacturers.

Don’t stop believing, kids.

The Daily Mail Are Being Twats Again

I don’t normally write about this sort of thing, but when I heard this headline on the radio this morning, I almost buried the car into a ditch.

Can you guess where the headline came from?

Of course you can. The clue’s in the post title.

It’s the Daily Mail website!

That will be the same Daily Mail that scared thousands witless with this headline on 14th July 2009 with no evidence whatsoever to back up the claim?:

You know. The Daily Mail who on 22nd July 2009 reported that – actually – Chloe Buckley had died of septic shock as a result of tonsillitis.

Not ringing any bells?

How about this calm, well-meaning headline designed to put their worried readers’ minds at ease?:

No. No. It couldn’t be the same Daily Mail.

That would be hypocritical or something, wouldn’t it?

Look, This is a Post About Film, Right?

Total Film’s website recently posted a list of 600 Film Blogs you should read. Was Army of Dave on it?

Was it bollocks.

So – purely out of spite – here’s a post about film. No jokes. And no mention of the word “Twat”. Okay. One mention of the word “Twat”.

Okay. Two. But that’s it.

And you’re going to have to read it. If I’m going down, you’re coming with me.

The Oscar nominations were announced this week and it’s a straight race between ex-husband and wife James Cameron and Kathryn Bigelow. Which is taking post-marital argy-bargy a bit further than my parents after their divorce. Neither my father nor mother made ‘Aliens’ or ‘Point Break’ and I remind them of this whenever I see them.

I can’t make much comment as I’ve seen neither Avatar nor ‘The Hurt Locker’, though I’m waiting for the latter to arrive from Lovefilm. But I’m on Team Bigelow. C’mon. The woman made ‘Near Dark’. The best vampire movie ever. In fact, I think we should make some Team Cameron / Team Bigelow tee shirts.

The bigger issue for me is that ‘Moon’ didn’t get a single nomination. Not one. It was funny, touching and intelligent. It tweaked the nose of film conventions and spanked the bottom of the science-fiction genre. And Sam Rockwell gives a bravura performance, carrying the film virtually single handed. I was convinced that he would be a shoe-in for a nomination.

And the Oscar panel chose to ignore it.

Twats.

Okay. Three.

What’s Going Through Tony Blair’s Head RIGHT NOW?

Zombie Fact! #7

All zombies have an irrational fear of Tom Petty.

Stormtrooper Twitter Feeds

…Are Surprisingly Dull…

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Wookies Aren’t Real…

Chewbacca is just three Ewoks standing on each other’s shoulders and wearing a big fur coat.

Shhh. Don’t tell Han.

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One For The Smokers Amongst You

Today will be the last day that I have a cigarette.

I’m not getting any younger and I have a family to think of.

And the Better Half is on to me.

But, as part of a spectacularly irregular series that began with ‘One For the Drunks Amongst You’, here is my parting gift to all the social outcasts out there.

If I ever had a packet that warned of “low fertility”, I always imagined that my sperm all looked like Hitler and that made it easier to deal with.

Steve Had Left a Red Sock in the Washing Machine…