Withholding (cf choking back) my usual tirade against pointless public holidays.
Suffice it to say that Minjup on Good Friday makes a Japanese Prisoner of War camp seem like Disneyland.
(Good Friday ... what is it good for? Absolutely nuthin'.)
Easter Sunday ain't much better: can't even buy basic necessities, like a six pack.
So ... last night I suffered an episode of Rockwiz on SBS.What on Earth qualifies Julia Zemiro to be the host of a major TV prog -- or, indeed, to be anything whatsoever?
All I can see/hear is a loud, talentless, fat-arsed, titless Kiwi nong who needs a fly sheet chucked over her and pegged to the ground.
Her one vague ability seems to involve bursting into bits of European languages for no apparent reason whatsoever.
The fabulous Mary Black was on last night: a woman with more natural gifts in her ear-rings than Julia could imagine in several life times.
How insulting, then, when said sheep substitute burst into a bad Irish accent when addressing the former?
The lovely and wonderful Mary wasn't fazed: even when asked to perform the execrable "Danny Boy" for the Auckland derrière.
Or, perhaps worse, even when she showed some knowledge of Planxty and the useless-one was surprised that she (or anyone) had ever heard of them!
The co-host, Brian Nankervis, is a whole lot nicer and knowledgeable.
At least, last night we got see his vetting of the contestants pre-show.
This was a fleeting glimpse of how good Rockwiz could actually be if they stuck Julia on a li-lo and pointed her back to the Land of the Wrong White Crowd.
I'm starting a charity to save up for enough li-los to deport the bloody lot of them.
Send cheques payable to "SBS" (Send Back Sheep-shaggers), c/o Post Office, Minjup 6969.
