8 May 2006
I would like to rename the Australian logie awards as above, because they are such a giant mob of bogans. But they're kind of like the country cousins - you may not like their politics but geez they know how to throw a good bash. I can't really bring myself to watch the whole car crash.. but the joy of the remote means I could sneak over to look during the crap bits of League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Of which there are many. So over in Logieland there were plenty of hilarious pissed up moments for everyone in tv circles to laugh about for the next year. There was the blonde sidekick to Daryl Sommers who caught her drag queen shoe on the hem of her emrald frock with sparkly bits, and crashed straight onto her knees on route to the stage. You could almost hear the mental cry of Taxi! from all the soapie celebs. Then there was the sing along to the theme of playschool. Just like when someone starts up with Piano Man or Blister in the Sun at your 18th birthday. And Leyton Hewitt's wifey brought her one-year-old daugter up on stage in a matching frock! Bewdifull! I could just imagine them all rolling out of the place at midnight, arm in arm, Kerry O'Brien leaning heavily on Ray Martin. "You know .. I love yooou mate.. no, really, I really Love. You. The way you're so friendly with all those celebrities. they're just sooo glamorous.. no, really... all I get to look at is John Bloody Howard, and that Beasley twat, Night after night, after night.. I just wish I could have got the Current Affair gig, really. Yeh I love you."
Posted by BSharp at 3:45 pm