The inevitable demise of free to air commercial TV has been slightly delayed for one station by the new cooking show, ‘I’m a Cook You’re a Cook’. The new show, with the unique idea of pitting teams of amateur cooks against each other in a series of cooking challenges, has rated just well enough to stop at least one network from going down the gurgler for maybe a week.
TV execs have been at a loss to explain why ad free, intelligent television shows, that don’t treat the audience like a pack of morons, are dragging viewers away from mindless reality shows that pit teams of amateur cooks against each other in a series of cooking challenges.
“We’ve tried other stuff too”, said one high profile television executive. “Souless dating shows, mind insulting renovation shows, first draft, poorly directed mini series’ about famous people from the 80s, but nothing seems to work”.
Another TV executive, from a rival station, speaking at the launch of their new show ‘Cook, Cook, Cookity Cook, Cook’, which pits teams of amateur cooks against each other in a series of cooking challenges said, “Christ, I hope this works!”
Malcolm Turnbull might be Australia’s Prime Minister, no one knows, but we do know what he likes, and that’s worms!
Reports say Malcolm has over 30,000 worms in his collection and numbers are growing. He may have let the country down but not his great Grandfather who gave young Malcolm the worm collecting bug when he was just a spineless little boy. “Don’t worry about what people think of you”, said great Grandpa Turnsey. “Just keep collecting worms”.
Those words stuck with Malcolm his entire life, throughout the period everyone thought he was a decent bloke right up until now. Malcolm didn’t care what anyone thought when he changed his view on everything, he only cared about worms.
Malcolm Turnbull is an inspiration to all of us and, of course, anyone who loves worms.
After years of telling his friends and family not to worry about him because he “had a plan”, 35 year old unemployed man Dave Westmead has finally admitted he doesn’t.
Mr Westmead, who is single, still living with his parents and known as “a bit of a pot head”, said that for many years he even convinced himself he had a plan. But, while trying to implement a plan on his 30th birthday, he realised he didn’t have one and has since found it easier to simply keep telling people he did.
When asked if he thinks his son will ever have a plan, Mr Westmead’s Father said there wasn’t much chance. “No way”, said 64-year-old Maurice Westmead. “I used to think he was lying on the couch all day waiting for the right moment to put his plan into action, but now he’s admitted he hasn’t got one it all makes sense”.
“Once he’s thought about it a bit more he’ll be fine”, said Dave’s bedraggled Mother, bringing her son a large bowl of ice cream.