Dag 607: bloody and blunt

As I type this I can hear a lone dog barking outside.
The TV is switched on and, on it, two men are talking.
One of them is called Jonathan Woss so I'd better leave my lone dog story for later, because now its time for the Weekly Woss Weport.

I've been doing this for some time now and my readership has almost reached 5 and contains a number of key demographics so I think we can safely say it is a resounding success as far as things on the internet go.

OK - first up was Jade. She has already leaft and I was prepared to write nothing about her as I was (and still am) not a fan of big brother in anyway so I thought she would be rubbish. However she came over much better than I thought she would - although lets not get carried away here. I thought it was pretty cool that she thought the Mona Lisa was painted by Pistachio. I could go one of two ways now, so lets briefly explore them:
1) It was really painted by Brazil.
2) This isn't as bad an answer as you may think as many people believed the artist to be nuts.
As this is the internet complete with full virtual reality you can choose which of the answers you would rather have.
The final note for this part of the show was that Jonathan (pronounced Yonathan of course) ended it saying he may well pay Jade a visit at her Salon, but of course you and I know that there is more chance of Jade coming round here for a coffee than there is of Jonathan going round for a quick blow dry.

Next up was some guy - I didn't catch his name, I didn't recognise him from anything and I wasn't paying attention to him because I was typing up my jade bit, so as Steven Fry is now on I think we'll leave it at that.

Steven Fry - now of course he is the presenter of the great show QI so he has a lot of QDOS. Last week alan Davies was on and he played the side kick of a show also called QI, but I must say the ome that Mr Fry presents is slightly better.
They are talking a bot about the books what he has wrote, and I have to admit that I haven't ready a single one of them (or any other number). I like reading books by Henning Mankell, Lisa Marklund, Ian Rankin and Karin Fossum.
They are now talking about crossword puzzles, but I prefer a good sudoku, and by "good" of course I mean "samurai". DJ prints one out for me most weeks and I do them on the plane. I have been to Spain by plane 3 times now, and it hasn't rained once during the flight.
My that Stephen Fry certainly knows a lot about stuff - he is able to show up old Wossy without even breaking into a sweat (just like me at the gym).
Now they are showing a clip of university challenge. When I used to watch this in my youth I thought that the desk of one team was in fact above the other team and they had to climb up a little ladder like the ones you get with bunk beds.
Mr Fry has no left and it can only be time for some music to round off the show.

This week the group have called themselves the magic numbers and are playing and singing a song. One of them has got an orange amplifier. I once went to see Magna Carta play in Hampswaite Village Hall and they had orange amplifiers too.
I have decided that I am not going to bother buying a cd of these guys. The groupe seem to be made up of long hair and beards (apart from the girl who hasn't got a beard). The bass playet hasn't got one either. As the end credits roll accross the screen from right to left like some wierd cunic script it is time to leave you again and muse upon something profound.