by Matthew Laidlow
If you’ve ever travelled to America, you’ll notice a substantial amount of differences between itself and the UK.
For example, America has countless fast food joints on every corner whilst in the UK we have endless tea rooms where hungry folk can feast upon scones, chocolate eclairs and the finest English cup of imported Indian tea. There’s also the weather, healthcare issues and America’s persistence of being the only nation in the world to really care about basketball, baseball and ice hockey.
There’s also the grand scale of parties the two nations throw. On the west coast of America, countless film premieres are thrown to celebrate the launch of box office hits. On the east coast, playerz like Jay-Z and P Diddy launch countless products including aftershave, clothing and toilet neutraliser. In the UK, the best we can muster is a rented room in the local church. Part time lesbian Lindsay Lohan got to experience this first hand when she arrived at Faces nightclub in Essex.
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by Stuart Heritage
Hey, good news if you enjoy watching workout DVDs fronted by staggeringly anonymous young women who look a bit Addams Familyish – Rachel Rice won Big Brother on Friday.
Oh, don’t try looking at us blankly like that. Rachel Rice! From Big Brother! You know, the one that wasn’t blind. Or an albino. Or ginger. Or gay. Or pretend-Italian. Or the pretend-Italian’s girlfriend. Or from Thailand. Or Somalia. Or Australia. Or a single mother. Or a Lynx model. Or fat and naked. You know, the one left over.
Rachel Rice’s Big Brother victory was a sharp reminder that sometimes nice girls do finish first. True, they’re forgotten about in seconds and their hopes of maximising on their brief moment in the spotlight are virtually nonexistent and you’ll never ever hear from them ever again, but, um, we’ve forgotten what our point was. And who won Big Brother, come to think of it.
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