I admit to eating the odd OXO cube as a child but never with an ORANGE.
Surely a SIGN OF THE BEAST.
If I ever feel that the world is cruel and dangerous, I remind myself that Cilla Black is dead and those thoughts immediately subside.It's fine...I like to see this topic pop up every so often. Calms the mind.
"There was obviously no way I could have spilled tea that far. It was just important to her that I saw how many fur coats she had."
He was an ENABLERHer Bobby was a bloody saint putting up with her for that long.
"I liked you Nicola, actually I still like you, you've got that lovely smile and lovely personality"
All said through GRITTED GIANT TEETH
I'd kill to find out what she said to her backstage.
I did find myself enjoying a rewatch of this yesterday. The public humiliation goes on and on, and all done with a SMILE! And look at his FACE!
Cilla, evil as she was, knew how to present TV. Her confidence was total.
I used to watch it in the queue in the CHIPPY
I forgot about the HEADY DAYS of tv’s in takeaways. I don’t think ANY of the establishments round here are blessed with a tv.
I mean they could quite easily have rented one from Rumbelows!
Oh the halcyon years of RENTED TELEVISIONS
I'd hope whoever did that to her hair wasn't getting paid at all. For three decades she looked like she was wearing a fibreglass tribute to Lion-o from the Thundercats on her head.Going wildly off topic, my hairdresser friend still has clients who insist on paying by CHEQUE. How utterly passive-aggressive. I bet CILLA always insisted on paying by cheque until that fateful incident with the two bottles of gin before 10am and the sun lounger, and lo and behold we’re back on topic
This late in life mullet mess was obviously an act of revenge.