Archive for June, 2010

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EXCLUSIVE: FIFA World Cup Broadcast Gets a Pizza the Action

June 22, 2010

SCOOP: The Main Protagonist has a report to make upon the first, and, so far, only FIFA World Cup goal of 2010 scored by the England team. It is a tale of missed opportunity flying in the face of contractual broadcasting obligation. It wasn’t a betting scam; it was human error. Several humans and a cascade of errors. And a pizza company.

Just as the first England game in the 2010 FIFA World Cup is due to commence on the evening of Saturday, June 12th, a pizza is arriving somewhere in London.

Instead of dropping off the food in the familiar manner, Pizza Delivery Man is told by the receptionist to leave the pizzas in the Playout Area, where Transmission Controller is waiting in the staff kitchen – not manning the transmission desk – trying sneakily to be first in line to devour the grub.

Meanwhile, Pizza Delivery Man arrives at the Playout Area, duly placing his payload of pizza boxes upon the transmission desk. Yes, the transmission desk.

But this, in itself, is not the cause of the problem.

An unassuming IT technician turns up (let’s call him IT Kevin). Spots the pizza. He opens one of the boxes to swipe a slice of pizza that he normally wouldn’t get anywhere near at feeding time.

Quickly, a slice of hot pizza is necked by IT Kevin and the lid is closed. What IT Kevin doesn’t realise is that the three-legged tripodesque plastic support thing – designed to protect the pizzas – is stuck inside the lid.

In his haste to open the pizza box, IT Kevin inadvertently flicks the piece of plastic onto the live transmission desk. Yes, the transmission desk.

But, still, this in itself does not impact upon the playout.

The match has started by this point, and continues to be broadcast, just fine and dandy…

…UNTIL the work experience girl – TRYING TO BE HELPFUL – jams the piece of plastic into the transmission desk – yes, the transmission desk! – thinking it has fallen out of the desk.

This action causes the vision mixer to switch from the live football feed to the commercial server feed.

The work experience girl being deaf, colour blind and uninterested in football has no idea of what has just happened.

She picks up the pizzas and takes them to the staff kitchen. She probably thinks it is a great company to work for; loads of free pizza and nobody around to eat it. Yum.

The broadcaster’s lawyers are now “communicating with” Papa Patricia’s Pizza Co.

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More trouble in the post for ITV

June 21, 2010

In case you didn’t know, beak knows his broadcasting. Why? That’s classified. But hear these writings…

9 days after ITV spectacularly blundered their HD coverage of England’s opening World Cup game against USA, a thorough investigation has unearthed the Gremlin in the system that caused them to cut to an unscheduled advertisement at the exact moment captain Steven Gerrard scored England’s only goal of the tournament.

Transmitter noise has been identified as the source of the embarrassment. Broadcast engineers worked around the clock to fix the fault in time for the Algeria game (thanks for ensuring that one went uninterrupted).

ITV shouldn’t hold its breath: a recent trip up to Crystal Palace suggests it ain’t in the clear yet, BABY!

ITV HD Sabotage - Sponsored by Hyundai*

*Small vuvuzela-loving child will get his Hyun-DUES for his efforts.

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Numbers + Waters = ???

June 12, 2010

Edna was gifted with something amazing – and it’s not the gift of love, life or Jesus…

One was given a WPC the other day, a WPC? No silly, a water powered calculator!

Apparently these things have been around for a while, but one is quite old and one is rather confused by all this nonsense. I would like to know how such a device can possibly work?

And more to the point, why this water stuff is not used in other devices such as my battery devouring abomination/excuse for a “magic mouse“.

Edna is confused and asks for answers.

This guy might know?


L'Editor's comment: no gag is too l'eau. L'eau cheers.
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March of the Pigs

June 8, 2010

The Main Protagonist of Oh Cheers is disturbed by a recent public uprising…

I always wondered what was to become of the summer of rage. It seems the best the Ook can do is a slightly lame water battle organised on Facebook. However, even that is quashed by a dozen carefully orchestrated police-persons.

Might it foreshadow the shortsharpshock that might come once the neo-chancellor of the Ook spouts out his emergency budget from his mouth end?

Might it be nothing more than an overheated mildly-but-deeply ENRAGED Mail-reading English overreaction to some Ook cops?

Either way, something kicked off at Hyde Park last Friday. A little nasty.

OK, some prick was looking to start a bit of a fight, and he got thrashed down to the ground like he ought to have been in a proper GTA smackdown. There was no need for his idiocy.

Kudos to the originator of the video. In the future he is exactly the sort of human who might find himself constrained when other water fights occur and the “executive” are involved.

See for yourself what happens when someone organises a big waterfight on Facebook (note: literal “March of the Pigs” of the title commences circa 3:08 into the video)…

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Are You Tom?

June 6, 2010

Edna has been patiently waiting for spinach seeds from a farmer at the local market, and reports on the experience…

Edna: Hello Blakey, have you got my seeds?

Blakey: Seeds! Bugger [SLAPS HEAD]. I was supposed to bring some of the Warrigal down for Tom at the gasworks.

Edna: I’m Edna.

Blakey: Damn, I forgot the seeds for Tom as well. Are you Tom?

Edna: No, I’m Edna.

Blakey: Are you sure you’re not Tom?

Pause

Edna: I’m sure I’m Edna.

Blakey: Do you know Tom?

Edna: No

Edna buys some leeks, onions and spinach,  pays $21.

Blakey: All the best Tom, I will bring them for your next time.

Blakey’s wife: [ROLLS EYES)

Edna got her seeds a few weeks later,  the spinach is growing nicely.

True story.

Blakey: Are you sure you're not Tom?

Look deep into Blakey's wild, wild eyes. You are Tom.

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Don’t be sad

June 3, 2010

beak on the case…

Two videos cracking OC up this morning:

Brilliant

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The Disgusting Lady

June 1, 2010

The Main Protagonist has some horror he wishes to unburden himself of…

“On y va.” I muttered as I alighted the Euston-bound train from Manchester Picadilly.

Armed with a Financial Times, 2 litres of Buxton’s finest water and having just consumed the quickest and greasiest of Manchester’s railway cafe breakfasts, it was just over 2 hours that now separated myself and my beloved from our hometown on London.

Just over 2 hours is what I had allocated in my mind for myself. I had not realised there was The Disgusting Lady to complement my travel.

On y va.

Sniffling and full of mucoid misery, this wretched female humanoid – feminoid? – was sat right behind this writer’s seat, inflicting ongoing prime-audial nasal utterings, spewing forth from the nostrils a tissue-free snot-horror for the glorious benefit of my luck-limited lugs.

As The Disgusting Lady stood to remove items from her rucksack in the overhanging shelf; as The Disgusting Lady stood to wander to the toilet to relieve her lavatorial requirements; as The Disgusting Lady stood to reinsert items into her rucksack in the overhanging shelf, I found myself bound by a self-protective reflex of the fetal cower (the instinctive, “Get back!”) combined with a horrified frown (the instinctive, “Get away from me!”).

Sniffing squelchily all the way back to Euston, I had little choice but to tolerate The Disgusting Lady’s disgustingness.

I suppose I could have offered a tissue.

To cap it off, her toenail clippers fell into my lap from the sky above at one point.

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