So, after his miraculous recovery from being stabbed in the stomach last week (which in 24 time is about 15 minutes ago), Jack finds himself in the hands of the Russian arms dealers. They hang him up by his wrists to a water pipe and start torturing him by repeatedly sticking electrodes in the knife wound he sustained a few …
24 nit pick
Well, Jack was right, as usual. That psycho bird who he said was unstable did in fact flip and stabbed the baddy – the only lead they had, by the way (what’s the chances of that happening on 24?) – about twenty times with a six-inch blade. When good ol’ Jack tried to stop her, she gave him some too, …
Fiddler on the street
I was walking past a bookshop in Wales last week and spotted this mannequin sitting outside on the street. We all know that the Taffs are renowned for their sheep-shagging abilities, but it seems as though this fellow was being used to advertise some other form of sexual gratification. Strange race, the Welsh!
24 nit pick
This week Jack got twatted by a Tazer, strapped to a chair and repeatedly punched in the face. Just fifteen minutes later, he was driving a car, coherent, without a sign of blood or any apparent bruising. Meanwhile, another ex FBI agent, who’s still experiencing major trauma from her last undercover job six years ago is also roped in to …
24 nit pick
Woohoo! The waiting is over. Jack’s back and 24 has exploded back on to our television screens. I say exploded – It was more of a phhhhhht! really. A bit like a wet trouser cough. Only more violent. Anyway, within the first ten minutes there was a firefight in the middle of L.A. involving three blokes using automatic weapons. Street …
Out grumped!
I picked up a copy of the music review/gig guide newsletter ‘Moonshine’ in Nottingham yesterday. It’s published by a guy who’s a classic rock DJ/radio DJ/publisher/promoter and goes by the name of Mick Moonshine. At the back of the magazine he runs a column called ‘Sacko’s Shit List’. I am assuming that it’s a list of pet hates that readers …
Say ‘Cheese’
Did you see the pictures of Iris Robinson on the news over the weekend with that ‘guilty-as-fuck’ sickly grin on her fizzog? You know, one of those looks that’s just crying out for a good thwacking from a lump of four-be-two? Oooooo. Couldn’t you just?
Fuck You!
It was nice to see that the Facebook campaign to get Rage Against the Machine to the Christmas No.1 slot against the pap X-Factor song was a success. OK, I admit that I don’t know who won, nor the name of the song, but it just has to be shite! However, whilst I admire the anti-establishment stance behind the campaign …
Fair target
Now I don’t very often agree with Supermarket policies, but I must say I’ll back them up about the ‘ginger’ Christmas card. If we can’t take the piss out of Gingas, what’s the world coming to? A quote on the BBC web site said: ‘she was shocked when she saw the card: “I picked it up and I couldn’t believe …
Horse re-spotted!
I saw the hi-vis horse again last night. In fact, I saw two of ’em. Not only that, somebody else saw them too. And I wasn’t drunk. So there!