Who wants to be a MULTI millionaire
It goes like this: Snow, Sun, Sludge.... Snow, Sun, Sludge.... Snow, Sun, Sludge....
Just when you think there's no more snow... Snow, Sun, Sludge. I'm loving the unpredictability, it's fantasticly wonderful and unique. Today is sunny and sludgy and the sky is beautifully blue!
TV news, I discovered that Britain should be thankful for Chico and Darius as I have witnessed a sight and sound worse than them... Yes Russian Pop Idol, known as Fabrica - that's factory for all you keen Russian learners out there. Well, Star Factory is it's full title. I can't quite explain why it's so hideous compared to our own hideous version, but it is quite horrendous. For a start there's no Simon Cowell, surely the winning ingredient to any Saturday night pop contest, but not for the Russians it seems; there's no Ant and Dec; and, this is the big one, all the contestants are model-type brilliant singers (I'm sure they mime as well): there's no Andy the dustbinman, there's no big diva and there's no cute little boy. They're all plastic beauties. It's a shame, I think the Russians are taking it all a bit too seriously!
And I also managed to see Russia's very own Chris Tarrant on who wants to be a 500,000000-aire (in roubles) seeing as 1 million roubles is just about enough to buy your weekly shopping. Russia's Chris Tarrant is a tanned, smartly dressed young man. The programme is exactly the same, with the same music and set and layout of graphics on the screen. The one difference is that the camera changes shots a lot more, it goes from contestant to tanned Chris Tarrant to audience in the blink of an eye. It leaves you feeling quite exhaused afterwards. When Tanned Chris Tarrant is asking the audience at home to ring in, there's about 6 cameras on him all at different angles which change with each beat in the music.
There's your TV round-up. Aren't you all lucky to have this cultural knowledge through your very own Russian correspondant.
In other news, I went to the shop yesterday to buy some bread. I was fearing the task of speaking Russian so imagine my relief when I saw who was behind the counter, it was none other than Mel C ex Spice Girl. I said 'hey Mel what are you doing here in Tyumen and more to the point what are you doing working in the corner shop?'
She explained that her pop career is going well here and that she lives in a flat over the road with Blondie and Cindy Lauper. Wow, I said, can I come round for a cup of tea, she said no.
Just when you think there's no more snow... Snow, Sun, Sludge. I'm loving the unpredictability, it's fantasticly wonderful and unique. Today is sunny and sludgy and the sky is beautifully blue!
TV news, I discovered that Britain should be thankful for Chico and Darius as I have witnessed a sight and sound worse than them... Yes Russian Pop Idol, known as Fabrica - that's factory for all you keen Russian learners out there. Well, Star Factory is it's full title. I can't quite explain why it's so hideous compared to our own hideous version, but it is quite horrendous. For a start there's no Simon Cowell, surely the winning ingredient to any Saturday night pop contest, but not for the Russians it seems; there's no Ant and Dec; and, this is the big one, all the contestants are model-type brilliant singers (I'm sure they mime as well): there's no Andy the dustbinman, there's no big diva and there's no cute little boy. They're all plastic beauties. It's a shame, I think the Russians are taking it all a bit too seriously!
And I also managed to see Russia's very own Chris Tarrant on who wants to be a 500,000000-aire (in roubles) seeing as 1 million roubles is just about enough to buy your weekly shopping. Russia's Chris Tarrant is a tanned, smartly dressed young man. The programme is exactly the same, with the same music and set and layout of graphics on the screen. The one difference is that the camera changes shots a lot more, it goes from contestant to tanned Chris Tarrant to audience in the blink of an eye. It leaves you feeling quite exhaused afterwards. When Tanned Chris Tarrant is asking the audience at home to ring in, there's about 6 cameras on him all at different angles which change with each beat in the music.
There's your TV round-up. Aren't you all lucky to have this cultural knowledge through your very own Russian correspondant.
In other news, I went to the shop yesterday to buy some bread. I was fearing the task of speaking Russian so imagine my relief when I saw who was behind the counter, it was none other than Mel C ex Spice Girl. I said 'hey Mel what are you doing here in Tyumen and more to the point what are you doing working in the corner shop?'
She explained that her pop career is going well here and that she lives in a flat over the road with Blondie and Cindy Lauper. Wow, I said, can I come round for a cup of tea, she said no.
posted by Girl Least Likely To at Tuesday, March 21, 2006
2 Comments:
did you ask her to say "chicken"? of all the UK dialects, scousers say chicken the best!
She's lost her accent - now she cant pronounce her w's
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