23/10/2009

Jamie Oliver Visits The Valley

Filed under: — Geoff Dharma @ 8:21 am

Apparently the chirpy mockney chef chappie is filming an advert in St. George’s Square, today I believe. Be nice to him if you see him.

11 Comments »

  1. Geoff, has he gone? I missed that fat tongued mockney. Maybe I could’ve collared him and said “Listen mate, there are just so many ways to boil a broad bean. Stop!” Buzz out of my airwaves. Free me from this tyranny of cooking, endlessly cooking. Sometimes I want Tom and Jerry cartoons on my TV, Laurel and Hardy films. Not this damnable litany of cookery shows. There is life beyond a sizzling frying pan.

    Comment by noel — 23/10/2009 @ 6:29 pm

  2. I saw it. I was passing by and got drawn in by the crowd hysteria going on in st georges square. So I got to see Jamie Oliver in the flesh. I can’t deny it was exciting. There was a big light hovering over it all, suspended by a helium balloon, which gave the whole thing an other wordly feel, and there was synthetic snow all everywhere, with trails of it walked in to Nelsons and Oasis. Jamie had his back to the crowd most of the time (as you can see in this vid). aw.. he must be shy. I’m glad they pedestrianised st georges square, cos you get all this weird shit going on.

    http://www.hebdenbridgenews.com/vids/IMG_0000.mp4

    Comment by opaz — 26/10/2009 @ 12:05 am

  3. Wow, that’s the best video of Jamie Oliver, at a distance with opaz laughing that I have ever seen!

    Comment by Dickie — 27/10/2009 @ 8:44 pm

  4. I cant download the video boohoo :(

    Comment by kaz — 30/10/2009 @ 4:39 pm

  5. I can’t either. I wish I was there, throwing snowballs - or cold, jagged rocks - at the man who began this thing whereby everything on TV is cookery obsessed. Or buying houses and selling ‘em. Or cooking and doing them up before selling dem houses for a place in the country. Because they are fat professional couples that have taken early retirement on a fat juicy Jamie Oliver pension plan while the rest of us can only dream and fight off the Slavs for a job that pays minimum wage. Nurse, press a cold compress to my brow for I fear it’s starting all over again.

    Comment by noel — 30/10/2009 @ 6:17 pm

  6. oh noel calm down,calm down!
    think positive thats the key o) xx

    Comment by kaz — 31/10/2009 @ 1:51 pm

  7. Hooray ive managed to download it

    Comment by kaz — 31/10/2009 @ 3:26 pm

  8. Tee hee, thanks kaz. Think positive and all the bombs that are falling around my head, in my heart and in my mind, like Iraq, like Afghanistan will just go away.

    Comment by noel — 31/10/2009 @ 7:45 pm

  9. Has anyone got a dirty joke to tell? I like smut.

    Comment by noel — 31/10/2009 @ 8:03 pm

  10. I’ve got one Noel, that I heard years ago, which I like but no-one ever laughs at, except politely, so I don’t tell it very often. It’s a bit of a shaggy dog story unfortunately. Anyway, I’m not going to tell it here. You’ll have to ask me in person.

    Comment by opaz — 5/11/2009 @ 8:32 pm

  11. Here’s a dirty joke for yer. The octopus joke.

    A man walks into a pub with an octopus under his arm. The landlord is intrigued. “Why do you have an octopus under your arm?” says the landlord. The man says “This here is the greatest, most gifted musical octopus in the world”. The landlord is not convinced and magically produces a tenor saxophone from under the bar. “Let’s see how your octopus plays this”, he says. The spineless marine animal plays the saxophone beautifully, exquisitely, Coleman Hawkins mixed with Dexter Gordon. And the night wore on. Tubas, trombones, trumpets, clarinets, oboes, the jelly like cephalopod (sic) with its eight-legged flailing sucker limbs played them all to perfection. The landlord, bored now as I am indeed bored of writing this joke down, finally flings over a set of bagpipes for the octopus to play its chops. It’s a calamity. There on the pub floor was a thrash of tentacles and tartan cloth and chanter pipes with not even a peep of Mull Of Kintyre. The more the octopus struggled with the bagpipes the more embarrassed the man became He can take no more and taps the gyrating octopus on the shoulder. “I think it’s probably best if we leave now” he says. “Whoah, not so fast!” says the octopus. “Not so fast, sunny Jim. I’ve just hitched up her skirt and I’m down to her knickers!”

    The Octopus Joke. Well, it amused me when I first heard it in a pub many moons ago.

    Comment by noel — 9/11/2009 @ 5:36 pm

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