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As a special birthday - age not included - surprise to me fair lady, I whisked her away for a weekend in the country. I chose the village o...

Thursday 16 July 2015

BBC Cut Backs - A Review of the Status Quo

Breaking News – BBC Re-Shuffle 2015

In light of recent Government imposed cut-backs, the BBC are currently reviewing their planned budget, for the next financial year. Their emergency proposals to counter these dramatic developments, are to come in the form of a two pronged counter-measure - reduction, re-direct and rating realisation – reported an insider from the BBC's financial department. The BBC will have to re-define their key ethos, ' to be all things to all people', and adopt a more realistic set of goals, like ' You can entertain all the people some of the time, and some of the people, all of the time, but you cannot entertain all the people....on a SATURDAY NIGHT !'
In a bold, radical re-think , bosses are set to implement a sweeping set of changes to the their scheduling and programming content, in the hope that they can create new areas of revenue for the corporation. One of the suggestions currently, 'on the table', is to transmit some of their more mainstream programmes to an alternative and less costly medium....the radio. Currently being considered for such a controversial move are:
Strictly Dancing: Top Gear: and Celebrity Masterchef.
The Beeb are confident that such a transfer could prove successful, as an earlier concept in the fifties was very popular with the masses: Educating Archie, a radio comedy show, starring a ventriloquist doll.
Another idea is the possible merging of two prime time programmes, in order to maximise ratings and reduce expenses. So far, the only proposed team up is one of a regional mockumentary and a domestic drama soap, with the working title of ' The only way is Enders'.
Other wild-card options are:
Pay for view, viewers can subscribe to watch specially filmed episodes of their favourite series, played exclusively for the on-line market.
Top programmes will embrace a more product placement, friendly attitude – Waterloo Road will be sponsored by BiC.
A 5% increase of quiz based shows, taking their share of the television schedule to 95%....over the weekend.
All newly filmed programmes, will be made for a bi-lingual audience, English and Eastern European, to reflect our modern audience, and save money when ready for the DVD market.

If everything else fails, they can always show us more repeats, after all... it's worked for them for the last fifty years.

Monday 6 July 2015

Fifty Shades of Grey-ish - Chapter 7 - Part 1

Searing Expose of the Secret Sex Lives of the Over Fifties,
in Swinging Suburbia.

Part Seven: Two's Company, Three's a Ménage

The bedroom, was sparingly lit, the only source of illumination being supplied by one small, corner bedside lamp, and the light streaming in through the door's over-head transom, from the landing outside. Which, along with the solitude and peace in the room, created an atmosphere, conducive to wallowing in a state of alternating moods, from personal reflection, to self-doubt, down to nervous nausea. With only the incomprehensible chattering of her “ guests ” below - aided and abetted by what seemed like the criminal record ' Now, That's What I Call – The Worst Bosa Nova Music....EVER ! Volume: T.B.A' - to puncture her train of thought.
George, poised at the bedroom door, then quietly, and hesitantly, he pushed it slightly ajar, to see if it was safe to proceed any further. There, he found Angela, just standing in front of the full length mirror, staring at her reflection, looking back at herself, gazing back at her, in the mirror...etc. etc. She was fully ' pimped out', in a backless, strapless, bra less little black number, fully scrubbed up, and with the suitable amount of war-paint applied. Her hair, was like a golden halo in the sympathetic lighting, and the cubic zircon necklace – that George had bought her, for that 'special birthday', the exact details of which, had been withdrawn from public records, along with the mutual agreement, that there would be no further mention of it, in the future – plunged attractively, and dangerously, near her cleavage, whilst it's diamonds and their radiance, sparkled and danced, throwing up an array of coloured prism lights, across the room and upon, Angela's many facets.
George, crossed the room towards this vision, laying his hands gently on Angela's shoulders, and then leaning forward, gently kissed the back of her neck. “ How, are you doing there ?” he opened. “ Uh, Oh, ! I'm good....I think ? How are things downstairs ? “ Angela, returned to the present, and the position she was about to find herself in. “ What the party ? Fine, all set ! Your friend seems to be in her element, I'm beginning to suspect she was a brothel madame, in a past life.” George tried to make light of the situation,
" A PAST life ?” Angela, laughingly challenged, “ what about this ONE ?”
" Hey ! That's not fair, she's your friend, you can get away with a crack like that. If I tried that line, she'd kill me !” he paused for a moment, and then enquired, softly. “ Is there anything you'd like me to do up here ?”
" Well, you need to change out of your work clothes, and into the clean shirt and tie, that I've put out for you” Angela pointed towards the bed, and the crisp white shirt and a dark blue, silk tie that was laid flat out, on George's side.
"You mean to tell me, that I have to wear a tie.... for this lot !” he queried.
"Yes, well I think so, anyway. Lulu, definitely told me not too worry, as ' all the men will come with their own ties'”.
"Hmm! I'm not sure that's quite what she meant. Still, if the lady wishes me to wear a tie, then
a tie, I shall wear, “ George, resigned himself to his attire, as he stepped closer to Angela, then looking her in the eyes, began stroking her upper arms, in a sign of solidarity and empathy.
"You look good, is that a new dress ?” complimented George
"Well, new-ish “ Angela answered.
"New-ish ? Is that an actual word, or just a woman's way of saying, ' Don't ask me how much ? “
he playfully teased with her.
"You don't really expect me to answer that, honestly, do you ? Why, the women's league of 'Don't Tell Your Husband Everything', would have my guts for garters, and I'd have to hang up my special, golden tape measure of truth.”
"The golden tape measure of what ?” George queried.
"You know, the one that gives an inch and takes a mile,”
"Oh ! That one ! Well, we can't have that, can we ?”
"So, you like it. then..the dress that is ?” Angela retraced the steps of their conversation.
"Yes, it's lovely, and you're not so bad yourself “ George smiled.
Angela, looked into his face, looked deep into his eyes, and there was the man, the one with whom she had shared her love and life with, these last 30 odd years, or so. Yes, there had been a lot of changes along the way, and of course, they had seen their fair share of ups-and-downs, but through it all, they were still here, together, it was only recently,  that they had lost their way in life.
"This is it, then...I suppose. We're actually going through with it. You and me, a couple of swingers, who'd have thought, eh ?” Angela summarized.
"Not, me, that's for sure. Even now, I can't bring myself to accept it... as a reality, I mean,” George empathized.
"Well, it is, and it's OUR reality, right now ! We went into this with our eyes wide open, so to speak. We knew it wasn't going to be easy, for us. But, we have to give it a go, at least once. Afterall, we've tried everything else, if this doesn't work, then... I don't know what's left for us,” reflected Angela.
" I know, it's just, well...not exactly in my comfort zone,” George explained.
"Oh, and you think I'm 'comfortable' with it , then, do you ? Look, I was the one who suggested we should try counselling, oh, but YOU couldn't bring yourself to talk about your feelings, to a 'professional stranger', Could you ?”
"Hey, to be fair, I have trouble most of the time, talking about my feelings to you ! ”
"Hmm ! Well, let's hope we have more success with this, than we've had with some of
our other, big ideas,”
"Yeah ! I suppose we have had some corkers, haven't we ? Which one of them, stands out to you, as one of our more, outstanding failures, then ?” George resigned himself, to friendly fire.
Angela, paused for thought, where to begin, there was – afterall - quite a history of sexual non-adventures. Before this all started, the only marital aid, she had at hand, was when she leant against the washing machine, during the fast spin cycle. And, recently, their idea of a 'dangerous liaison', was having sex in the afternoon, with the bedroom curtains, wide open. But, the time had finally come to face the truth, and more importantly, face each other. A mutual agreement was easily reached, as it was clear, they both needed to re-connect with their life together, to relight the fire of their passion, they had as a young couple, and to find new contentment – in this next phase of their lives - just as much for themselves, as for their marriage.
A few suggestions were thrown up, various shared activities, hobbies, interests, that could perhaps aid them in their quest of rediscovery. They decided to start off, safe and slowly. So, enrolled in an introductory, 3 x month course, of Strictly Old Ballroom classes, held over a small, local shoe shop - which George found somewhat ironic, and couldn't help from shouting out “ COBBLERS !” whenever making his way through. The congenial host, was the original 'Lord of the Dance' himself, - Rick O'Shea, and his abled body partner, Carmen Rolla - and regional dance champion, whom had appeared in several nationwide events, and on one occasion, had even won a runner-up cup, third class... that is. His catchphrase of ,“ Just bring your own shoes.... and a smile !” could often be heard waltzing out through the open window, down to the High Street below, as he would greet that weeks surviving returnees, to his hallowed halls.

They didn't attend many classes though. Between, Angela's habit of slipping an out of place, kick-ball-chain routine, a hang-over from her Wild West Line dancing days, into her latin-based dances – on one occasion, she took out one of her instructors legs, resulting in a hair-line fracture of his pride – and George's discovery that his foot-loose-and-fancy-free lifestyle, didn't transfer itself too well, in the ballroom department, they soon came to the conclusion that Fred and Ginger... they were NOT ! But, the real nail in their syncopated finished coffin, was when George became aware of his main 'shortcoming', the inability to actually 'hear music', resulting in a complete lack of any 'rhythm method', required to pull off a polished performance – a condition that Angela had been personally aware of, for a good many years. 

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