
Age catches up to us all sometimes. And to be fair, when you’re 84, you’re entitled to a little lie down. Bruce Forsyth, walking medical wonder and epitome of “slightly strange but ultimately harmless old man” is getting to the stage in his career where he can’t front a television show for its full run.
Bruce, who you can see to your right sizing up his gold funeral mask which will be placed on his corpse after embalming once he eventually dies (which, let’s face it, either has to be soon or we have to start worrying about his permanence), has been around literally forever. And that’s not a misuse of the word.






The Brits was on the telly last night, as you may have noticed. A celebration of all the best musical talent that Britain, well? the Brit school, has to offer. American?s just wouldn't get it, if it were up to them they?d just take the essence of our poncey awards bash, throw in some no name to front it and rename it the Grammys or something.
