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  1. I watched the Dr.Phil Jon Benet Ramsey special. Dr.Phil’s getting $130 million a year.

    He’s another one getting away with murder…..

  2. Cheers Smythe I shall check it out. I find that most overseas shows I want to watch I end up having to pay for. Will let you know how I go.

      • Yes I’m just reading about obtaining these things called VPN servers so I am able to watch different British shows that are usually unavailable to me. I have to install different codes in to my device. I’m not sure I want to do that.
        I’m having trouble finding the British MKR. Have you got one of these VPN’s installed Smythe? If I knew someone who had done it I would go ahead and give it a shot.

  3. My mum told me Wallander was worth watching…but then in one sentence, inadvertently told me everyone who DIDN’T do it. ๐Ÿ˜ฌ So I won’t be watching Wallander now.

  4. Woh, Dr Phil was being a massive, arrogant bastard (more so than usual) today. He was doing his, “I won’t help you unless you grovel” routine. Philip! You don’t abuse your ‘patients’.

    • I am too. I’m still not a fan of dividing the tribes along stereotypes, but what makes it interesting in this one are the people in each tribe who buck the stereotype. They are the ones who feel uncomfortable right from the start and who wish that they had been placed elsewhere. And they have to put on a front for a while, trying to pretend that they are not outsiders.

    • Should anyone be wondering how Bob might win it……

      “Highlands”

      Well, my heart’s in the highlands, gentle and fair
      Honey suckle bloomin’ in the wildwood air
      Bluebells blazin’ where the Aberdeen waters flow
      Well, my heart’s in the highlands, I’m gonna go there when
      I feel good enough to go.

      Windows were shakin’ all night in my dreams
      Everything was exactly the way that it seems
      Woke up this mornin’ and I looked at the same old page
      Same old rat race, life in the same old cage.

      I don’t want nothin’ from anyone, ain’t that much to take
      Wouldn’t know the difference between a real blonde and a fake
      Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery
      I wish someone would come and push back the clock for me.

      Well, my heart’s in the highlands, wherever I roam
      That’s where I’ll be when I get called home
      The wind it whispers to the buck-eyed trees of rhyme
      Well, my heart’s in the highlands, I can only get there one step at a time.

      I’m listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
      Someone’s always yellin’, “Turn him down”
      Feel like I’m driftin’, driftin’ from scene to scene
      I’m wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean.

      Insanity is smashin’ up against my soul
      You could say I was on anything but a roll
      If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top
      What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop.

      My heart’s in the highlands at the break of dawn
      By the beautiful lake of the black swan
      Big white clouds like chariots that swing down low
      Well, my heart’s in the highlands, only place left to go.

      I’m in Boston town, in some restaurant
      I got no idea what I want
      Or maybe I do but, I’m just really not sure
      Waitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her.

      Well, it must be a holiday, there’s nobody around
      She studies me closely as I sit down
      She got a pretty face, with long white shiny legs
      I said, “Tell me what I want,” she say, “You probably want hard boiled eggs.”

      I say, “That’s right, bring me some.”
      She says, “We ain’t got any, you picked the wrong time to come.”
      Then she says, “I know you’re an artist, draw a picture of me.”
      I said, “I would if I could but I don’t do sketches from memory.”

      Well, she then, she says, “I’m right here in front of you, or
      haven’t you looked?”
      I say, “All right, I know but I don’t have my drawing book.”
      She gives me a napkin, she say, “You can do it on that.”
      I say, “Yes I could but I don’t know where my pencil is at.”

      She pulls one out from behind her ear
      She says, “All right now go ahead, draw me, I’m stayin’ right here.”
      I make a few lines and I show it for her to see
      Well, she takes her napkin and throws it back and says, “That
      don’t look a thing like me.”

      I said, “Oh, kind Miss, it most certainly does.”
      She say, “You must be jokin’,” I say, “I wish I was.”
      Then she says, “You don’t read women authors do ya?” at least
      that’s what I think I hear her say
      Well, I said, “How would you know and what would it matter anyway?”

      Well she says, “You just don’t seem like you do.” I said,
      “You’re way wrong.”
      She says “Which ones have you read then?” I say, “I’ve read
      Erica Jong.”
      She goes away for a minute and I slide out, out of my chair
      I step outside back to the busy street but nobody is goin’ anywhere.

      Well, my heart’s in the highlands with the horses and hounds
      Way up in the border country far from the towns
      With the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow
      My heart’s in the highlands, I can’t see any other way to go.

      Every day is the same thing, out the door
      Feel further away than ever before
      Some things in life it just gets too late to learn
      Well, I’m lost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns.

      I see people in the park forgettin’ their troubles and woes
      They’re drinkin’ and dancin’, wearin’ bright colored clothes
      All the young men, with the young women lookin’ so good
      Well, I’d trade places with any of ’em in a minute, if I could.

      I’m crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog
      Talkin’ to myself in a monologue
      I think what I need might be a full length leather coat
      Somebody just asked me if I’ve registered to vote.

      The sun is beginnin’ to shine on me
      But it’s not like the sun that used to be
      The party’s over and there’s less and less to say
      I got new eyes, everything looks far away.

      Well, my heart’s in the highlands at the break of day
      Over the hills and far away
      There’s a way to get there and I’ll figure it out somehow
      Well, I’m already there in my mind, and that’s good enough for now.

    • Sounds like you failed the pressure test, greedy Gaz. Wanderful. Love it!

      Expect even more grumpiness than usual from Gaz next year. He can cry into his Maggie Beer.

      Thanks for the link, Maz.

    • I just saw that Michelle Bridges lost in court against a pap, who supposedly “traumatised” her. The judge might have said there wasn’t a lot of weight to her argument. Commando didn’t look too happy with the pap. They were the biggest losers.

    • Initially, it made me uncomfortable mainly because all those who have made it this far are really good.
      But then, of course, X Factor is by definition a competition and in the end there can only be one winner. Every decision is: are they better than the person sitting next to them – Yes/No.
      And then I was comfortable with the format.

        • I think all of these competitions are cruel. It’s like trial by public humiliation. But when I mention this to my nearest and dearest 14 year old, he rolls his eyes before snuggling back deeper into his iPhone.

          • Well said, but it’s probably only really about making money and the contestant are like chawing tobakky.
            Chew and spit.

    • Oh I really like Amalia! She is good. I think they have some good singers this year and the “Unders” have some decent talent that were let go of.

      I got really frustrated with tonight’s show. Guy, in my opinion, has the weakest category and it was like he was trying to choose the worst of the bunch. I could not believe that he let Ruby go. I thought she was great, sounded good and looked good (ha, as they like to say) and it was a farce she was booted out of a seat. I thought the Chyna girl (or however she spells it) was a yeller, the Davey guy should have been replaced by Dave and not sure why Zebulon (?) got to sit at all as his voice is unremarkable compared to others. I hope Mel snaps up Ruby for sure and there were some others I liked that missed out too.

  5. Yes, Eliza. I liked Ruby too. She is gorgeous, isn’t she. Beautiful, but very natural in looks and personality. I like her off-beat style. I wonder who Mel will keep. Probanly Bailey Spalding. I missed Adam’s night, I think.

    • Yeah and not in that pretentious “I’m so natural” way if that makes sense! It was such a shame. There were others I much preferred over Baily. I thought they sexed her up a little much for her age. She’s 18 I know but still.. Maybe that’s just me.

      • I know what you mean about Ruby. She’s a rare gem. She likes her job at the fish factory but enjoys the opportunity not to smell of fish. ๐Ÿ˜™ It’s like she doesn’t realize her natural beauty and that includes how she speaks, moves and behaves.
        Expect them to make Bailey even sexier. They might ruin Ruby bcoz you can’t create what she has.

  6. On the Australind, heading to Perth. Staying in Freo with a friend. She has bought us tickets to a concert at a pub. She is wilder than I am. I am out of my nanna comfort zone. Damn! I just remembered, I forgot my pepper spray.

      • It looks single in that photo but it’s a double. Her whole place is like that. She even has a 4 storey tower called a ‘widow’s watch’ that looks out to sea.
        It’s an old house with all the interesting nooks and features of an old house. Maybe about 100 years old.

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