I’ve got the Logies on here and I’m working, so not really watching it, however I’ll take time out to make some observations:

1. It’s shit.

2. Bindi Irwin ‘best new talent’?!? She’s about as new as the Internets.

3. Is that Mister G character singing about young girls dying from drug overdoses really that funny? The same two-bit celebs in the audience giggling at it will probably sneak into the lavs during the ad break, to dole out and snort up the booger-sugar.

4. There was a flashback to a previous Logies where apparently a snake bit Tim Webster on the left testicle. For once I was sorry to have missed something on the Logies.

5. Sam Newman was mentioned at one point and was heartily ‘boo-ed’. He’s currently as popular as tinea, though there are probably still women idiot enough to sleep with him.

6. The spike-haired twerp from Getaway made an error of fact when he suggested that Westlife would be looking for “hot chicks”. Westlife’s lead singer suggested he’d actually be looking for “hot men”. The spike-haired twerp from Getaway had better watch his back.

7. It’s still shit.

Last Friday I was feeling a bit run down and in need of a recharge given that it was six days since returning from overseas holiday. So after work McBec, Goobermetrics, TAC and I jumped in a hire car and headed for a rental unit near the wineries of the Mornington Peninsula for two days of drinking and, well, drinking.

On Saturday evening we arrived home a little tipsy and with an offensive amount of booze and cheese in the boot. Goober and I had planned to find a pub to watch Australia vs. Japan but just couldn’t face the long walk (cos drinking and driving is bad, m’kay?) so we all went through the four DVDs in the TV cabinet and came across this one.

Needless to say we simply had to chuck Mrs Henderson Presents on the 6 inch 4:3 aspect ratio television to find out exactly how bad a movie has to be to attract Alan Jones’ recommendation.

After 25 minutes TAC went to bed.

After 70 minutes I went to bed.

After 85 minutes McBec and Goober gave up and went to bed.

The only insight we gained was that Jones probably endorsed the film because there was a shot of Bob Hoskins’ penis in it. This is what the DVD player thought of Mrs Henderson Presents.

Root(ed)