Sorry, but the opportunity of that pun was too good not to take.
Manchester becomes the first super casino city in the UK.
Which all means, we’ve still got no clue what to do with the giant tent on the Thames. If only they’d take my idea seriously of making it into the world’s coolest slide like at the start of The World Is Not Enough.
Top Gear returned to BBC Two’s Sunday night schedules tonight after an extended absence due to Richard Hammond’s crash back in September.
I was talking to somebody this morning about whether it was right for the BBC to air footage of the crash or whether it was in bad taste.
As it turns out it was handled very well. To not mention it would have felt very false, to be overly serious certainly not in Top Gear style.
Mr Hammond, we’re very pleased you’re OK … now let’s not mention the crash again.
BBC Breakfast News may not be the most rigorous or intellectual of the Corporation’s news broadcasts, but it often provides oddities worthy of comment.
Take this morning for instance. There was the NASA Big Cheese talking about sending men back to the Moon, and how it’s a little way off yet to talk about colonising the planet.
After all that fuss last year by the clever scientist folk about whether Pluto and a whole bunch of big rocks were planets, the Big Wigs still don’t seem to know what is and what isn’t one.
I thought everybody knew the Moon wasn’t a planet because it is made out of cheese. If it were then every time we went to Sainsbury’s NASA would be trying to land astronauts on the dairy counter.
Flying is fun. Dublin is fun. Fairs are fun. Catching a quick flight from Bristol to Dublin to go to the fair should be fun.
So here we are cruising at 60mph at an altitude of 6ft along the M4. In a coach. Towards Heathrow. Totally the opposite direction to Dublin.
You see Bristol airport have been spending their Christmas money (�17m of it) resurfacing their runway. With slippery tarmac.
easyJet cancelled their flights out of Bristol saying they were concerned about safety. Now the other airlines have followed suit.
It’s a nice coach though. The driver’s said he’ll put it on autopilot and come around with the duty-free soon. I half suspect he might be serious. But for now he remains safely in the front seat driving us through the fog towards Heathrow.
Fog. Heathrow. Oh crap.
And don’t anybody dare mention luggage mountain.
The weekend before Christmas I went down to Cardiff to visit the fair inside the Millennium Stadium with Tom.
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