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this is what is currently cracking me up:

The TV ad for the serialisation of Jordan's "new autobiography" (her second!) in the News of the World, in which Ms Price woodenly tells us that this literary gem will include details of her wedding, her kids, and (this is the bit that sends me into hysterics) "my sexual adventures". She delivers the last three words with an indescribable mixture of woodenness and lasciviousness that makes me and Patsington's brother David laugh every time the ad airs. It reached the stage that if one of us was in the kitchen when the ad came on the telly, we would run back in to the sitting room to catch her trying to look sexy while clunkily hinting at the sordid secrets contained in these revelations. Unintentional comedy gold!

So what are you finding particularly funny at the moment?

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slemslempike
Jan. 18th, 2006 11:12 pm (UTC)
Deal or No Deal. Noel Edmonds' expression when he's talking to the banker! The wonderful way in which the contestants talk of game plans and strategies when deciding on which order to open the boxes.
birdsflying
Jan. 18th, 2006 11:12 pm (UTC)
A rant on some things in fandom, which included the line: It is wrong to make every story header an interminable guessing game. ("...Is the pairing bigger than a bread box?") (context: cutesy pairing names, like spuffy)

New favourite thing - "is the [item here] bigger than a breadbox?"
rosealare
Jan. 18th, 2006 11:14 pm (UTC)
You should have seen the cardboard promo boards for her first one. The pout was extremely scary, as was her clothing. We had to dedicate a window to it when I was working at Waterstone's so I opened it to the picture pages and bestrewed the window with underwear from Primark. Pity I don't work there anymore, I can imagine this one will be a lot more fun.....
stellanova
Jan. 18th, 2006 11:16 pm (UTC)
Heh, but what on earth could you use to illustrate her (deep breath" "sexual adventures...."?
rosealare
Jan. 19th, 2006 09:09 am (UTC)
I'm quite sure that we wouldn't have gotten away with it, but the shop opposite us was a large Ann Summers, so perhaps something from there........
radegund
Jan. 19th, 2006 12:02 am (UTC)
Huh...still chuckling about Fonco and Epilepsy Soames, I'm afraid.

Is it still naff to laugh at one's own jokes when they are the work of one's subconscious?
jinxremoving
Jan. 19th, 2006 12:45 am (UTC)
ha! definitely not. i still laugh at my train of thought from when i was supremely hungover a year or two ago ("hey, wouldn't it be really cool if i smelled of mint?").
stellanova
Jan. 19th, 2006 08:45 pm (UTC)
No, not at all! And the idea of Fonco and Epilepsy Soames still makes me laugh every time I think of it...
biascut
Jan. 19th, 2006 12:58 am (UTC)
One of the posters on my friends' list (a first year Politics, Philosophy and Economics student at Oxford, whose writing I absolutely love) wrote last night:

But I had to go back to my room because of fucking free will and determinism.

I think that might become my new favourite reason for doing anything. I'm going to bed, now, because of fucking free will and determinism.
slovobooks
Jan. 19th, 2006 07:24 am (UTC)
stellanova
Jan. 19th, 2006 08:47 pm (UTC)
Hee, that photo has been my desktop wallpaper for the last few weeks!
glitzfrau
Jan. 19th, 2006 08:34 am (UTC)
In a horrified train-wreck way, the Orla Barry show. After yesterday's HALF-HOUR LONG discussion on "do women have to look exactly like Posh Spice to get a man?" (discussion concentrating on "should you smile?" "should you use fake tan?" "should you put up with David Beckham's ways, given that he's a sportsman and hence hormone-soaked?", I cannot imagine what could be worse, but await the inevitable descent with amusement and dread.
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