I recently went to the cinema to watch much-hyped action flick\mockumentary, “Derek Jacobi: Existential Warrior Monk”. Wow, what a stinker.
Choosing renowned Shakespearean thespian Jacobi for this project was a bold move by first-time director Clive Cheesecake, but it was an experiment that back-fired. Sure, Jacobi brought a gravitas to the role, but he was completely inept in the fight sequences. In particular, his battle against the three-headed lesbian was quite laughable. It’s a shame that Jacobi insisted on performing his own stunts – a ropey, but capable, double would have been far more preferable.
The plot was pretty rubbish: Oh, Derek Jacobi decides to fight some ninjas to save the world and prove that existence isn’t futile whilst pretending that it’s all real. How droll. How very 2007. Isn’t Cheescake aware of Patrick Stewart: Philosophical Ninja? Or is he just happy to ape this seminal work?
I’m sure this is destined to become a cult classic because of the kitsch value, but don’t be fooled, it’s just plain bad.
Norman had just about had enough. He’d watched nearly every romcom ever committed to film and his brain was about to explode.
It was his own fault for agreeing to become the government’s latest Romcom Tsar. He thought that he’d landed himself the easiest job in politics, but after many hours of arduous cinema-going, he was beginning to think that he had underestimated the complexity of the role.
Things had started out pleasantly enough. After all, who doesn’t enjoy the easy going combination of comedy and romance that is perfectly encapsulated by a good romcom? It was only somewhere into the second century of movies that Norman’s brain began to melt. The sheer number of unlikely coincidences combined with the variety of supernatural gimmicks began to seem more and more surreal. At the end of the day, Norman had never met a lady ghost and he didn’t think he ever would. And were all these people simpletons? The amount of unnecessary pain that they put themselves through because they decided to jump to a conclusion rather than just asking what had happened was ridiculous. Norman didn’t think that such idiots deserved true happiness.
Norman knew that the romcom that was playing in his brain was far superior to anything that he had seen on screen. His formula was simple: Boy meets girl; boy and girl fall in love; they live happily ever after. The end. He didn’t think that it needed to be any more complicated than that. Sure he might like to throw in the odd detail for embellishment. Maybe the couple somehow end up living in a villa in the South of France, for no particular reason. Why the hell not? Everyone was entitled to their dreams, no matter how unlikely they were to come true.
He didn’t know what to do about the job and wondered whether he should ask Linda for advice. Linda was the previous government’s romcom tsar. He’d only met her a few times, but things had been pretty antagonistic, despite his grudging respect for her talents as a politician. They came from completely opposite ends of the political spectrum and they’d had a few heated, passionate debates in the past. She did have something of a twinkle in her eye, though, despite the hostility.
Norman stopped himself. He could see where all this was leading and he decided he wasn’t going to be a part of it. He was just going to go out and meet a normal, nice woman and get on with it.
Oh, and he decided not to take the job. He’d actually always wanted to be a carpenter and decided to follow his dream. Good on him.
Please enjoy the most fantabulous posts from that historic month, August 2008:
4. Post From The Past – August 2007 – This was quite a momentous month for Post From The Past, with a whole 26 posts to choose from. And being the freak that I am, I, of course, made sure that I listed each and every one of them. They include such gems as a man’s finger, some men on a children’s playground, a cute kitten, a story about a peg on a penis, and much, much more.
3. Hot Shower – Fireheart Movie Rumour – Any information on the Fireheart! movie is exciting, but this also includes the lyrics for one of the steamiest (pun intended) songs of all time.
2. Reality Vomit – An account of a rather interesting evening I had, watching a universe rebooting.
1. Missing Todd – A photo of the shrine, and a moving poem, bring to life the emotion of missing Toddy.
Disclaimer – This is an extremely self-indulgent feature and is a cynical attempt to recycle stuff that I have written in the past in the vain hope that someone will actually read them. Please feel free to slag off “Post From The Past” to your hearts content
Due to legal proceeding, our coverage of this year’s Sherbys has been delayed for a week. We apologise for any inconvenience to our many fans. But we still maintain that ***** ****** did meet ******* **** and thoroughly ****** his ***** out.
Anyway, on with the show:
The Date: 27th December 2008
The Place: The Royal Albert Hall
The Occasion: The 73rd Annual Sherby57 Awards 2007 aka The Sherbys
A glittering array of stars were present at the Royal Albert Hall, as this year’s hosts, husband and wife team, Clive and Pamela Anderson, hosted the prestigious award ceremony. Clive managed to wow the audience with his wits, while Pamela wowed them with her natural charm(s). Let’s take a look at some of the winners and losers.
Artwork of the Year
Another busy year for Art, saw Art jump up and bite itself firmly on the butt cheeks (buttocks). The once humdrum mundanery of modern existence, could now be seen purely for its own aesthetic worth, whilst true skill and talent were taken out back and pummeled with a snooker ball in a sock. Which was regarded as something of an artistic triumph. Quelle surprise!
This sumptuous drawing, making the most of biro and marker pen on printer paper, really sums up the modern workplace. From the vampire, which symbolises frustration, to the key, which shows us inner turmoil, the whole piece comes together as a whole and congeals in your mind. A worthy winner in this and every year.
TV Show of the Year
The big TV story of the year was Brand/Ross-gate (Bwossandgate?). Which was weird cos it happened on the radio. We’ll forget the scandal and just look at some of the quality programming that 2008 had to offer.
Runners-Up:
Celeb Kebab House – In a year when even the whiff of another lame celebrity reality show made the population vomit so hard that it went back in time, and was hence responsible for the rise of life on the planet, Celeb Kebab House bucked the trend. It’s sole virtue is that it didn’t make my eyes bleed.
Inside The Institute – Blending heartwarming human interest stories with the hard-nosed bastard that is science is never easy. Well it wasn’t until Inside The Institute hit our screens. Based in Warrington’s Torben Piechnik Institute, we learned to love arrogant, yet caring, Dr. Glen Medeiros. It was very close to winning this years award.
And the Winner is:
Fear My Clit – Programme makers should be rewarded for genuinely innovative and ground-breaking television, and boy are the makers of Fear My Clit being rewarded. With its extreme subject matter and the traumatic levels of humiliation heaped on all participants, it really went to show what could be achieved with a limited budget. Let’s hope that series 2 isn’t delayed too much by all the court cases. That would be the real tragedy.
Comment of the Year
Sherby57 is a democratic organisation and is open to comments by any of its fans. In recognition of this we present a special award for the best fan comment of the year.
surely your german is better than my english, therfore I’ll change now:
Leider kann ich kein “Lonely Heart” bieten, da ich “Happy married” bin.
Da Du mich aber vor ca. 1000 gefühlten Jahren in München einmal ausgeführt hast und dies für mich ein sehr aufregender Super-Abend war (für Dich evtl. etwas öde) sende ich Dir auf diesem Wege liebe Wintergrüße aus Bayern.
Ich hoffe Dir geht’s gut, Anne”
“I live ten minutes away from Burscough and can confirm the following:
1. Burscough has a ‘yoof’ problem and has at least 600 youth clubs despite only having a population of 200 people.
2. They train pole dancers in Burscough. The pole dancers are then recruited to Stefan Dennis’ chain of erotic boutiques ‘Slutz Emporia’.
3. Mysterious wagons are seen driving from Burscough to Skelmersdale’s industrial village ‘Pimbo’. Is this where the potato is manufactured?The only way to find out is to join a staffing agency and try and infiltrate the very bowels of Pimbo itself.”
“Speculation is rife that the WBC toasters were removed in order to prevent potentially earth destroying crumb collision experiments by maverick scientists attempting to create the conditions that existed a billionth of a second after the first bread was toasted. Government scientists fear such experiments could result in the creation of black holes, a condition that occurs when the bread becomes superheated and turns black before igniting, sometimes resulting in a hole in the bread.
It was initially believed that effects of these “black holes“ could be negated by an over-application of butter and jam, but further scientific speculation has suggested that they could result in the END OF THE WORLD !!!
News channels have reported that a group involved in a failed attempt at using crumb collision technology in a café on Fleetwood pier yesterday have fled to Europe and gone underground. Intelligence reports expect them to be making further attempts today.”
It was an extremely competitive field this year for comments, with a special mention going to Dr. Angel for her tireless work and yet cruelly pipped at the post when it came to winning the award. Dr. Angel’s nemesis, Stefan Dennis, has also been a regular contributor, which is welcome despite his despotic tendencies.
In the end, the award had to go to Russell Hobbs for his devastating analysis of the whole Warrington-based scandal Toastergate.
Poem of the Year
As Boyzone so eloquently sang, “It’s only words, and words nurr nurr nurr, will take your breath away”. It was definitely something along those lines anyway. So without further flurry in to the fully-formed festivities and fling furtively with final fretful fears, here is some poems.
Runners-Up:
Toast Me – A poem about toast. Did you like this one the most?
Bit of a Dark Rug – This one makes me shrug. Why write a poem about a rug?
Due to contractual obligations there were no original Sherby57 created videos on the site this year. Instead we present a round up of our youtube favourites.
Runners-Up:
The Bushwhackers
The key is not to watch Cousin Butch (the one speaking), but to watch Cousin Luke’s dedication to wobbling his head. It’s truly a joy to behold.
Release The Kraken
I could listen to it all day and still not understand why he says ‘Release the Kraken’. And I have actually done that. And I didn’t.
And the Winner is:
Steve McLaren Goesh Dutch
I don’t know why it’s so funny but it makes me laugh every time.
Photo of the Year
Pick up a camera and take a snap. What have you got? It’s a photograph!
If there is a sadder sight than a load of toasers in a shopping trolley then I’d like to know what it was. Breathtaking.
News Story of the Year
If you look at old news stories, should you call them olds?
Runners-Up:
Blind-Duh-Date Syndrome – Another dazzling medical expose, this story highlighted those poor unfortunates who suffer from this terrible affliction. We learn of the work of Dr. Pepsi Shirley at the unparalleled Torben Piechnik Institute, and what she is doing to help people with such a bizarre vocal condition.
Hot Shower – There had been no new information on the upcoming Fireheart! The Movie in months when this story appeared. Although trivial in nature, on publication it gave the millions of Fireheart! fans around the world something to hang on to. And boy, Hot Shower is such a good song!
And the Winner is:
Toaster Amnesty Hits Warrington – This was the story that started the whole Toastergate scandal. Who could have predicted what an uproar it would cause to the people of Warrington? Not I. We are still feeling the repercussions now, with conspiracy theories popping up left, right and centre. It’s unlikely we’ll ever learn the truth about this, but it won’t stop us from trying.
Villain of the Year
Booooooooooo. Hisss.
Runners-Up:
The Hacker Formerly Known as ‘JLS’ – This ‘man’ had the audacity to try and fiddle a sanctioned Sherby57 poll on the hilarious A-Team joke. It can only be pure evil that would drive a man to do this, to such a well loved and respected jokesmith as myself. It’s rumoured he is an associate of the following runner-up.
Goot “Goot The Crow” The Crow – He’s still the most evil man in the world, and on merit should have won. But he’d probably just show off to all his supervillain buddies that he’d won this award two years in a row; and I won’t give him that satisfactions. The are rumours that the Masked Avenger is turning his sights to the evil empire. There will be blood spilled this year.
And the Winner is:
Me – For coming up with the idea for the hideous ‘Post From the Past‘ and then insisting on persisting with it. It’s really annoying and unsatisying to do, but there is the miniscule chance that someone will click on one of the links and get me an extra hit, and so I will keep doing it till the end of time. Awful.
Hero of the Year
Well, it’s getting to the end of the ceremony now, and there’s only one more statuette to present. But, we’ve saved the best to last. Last year’s winner, Dave Burley, was there in person to present the award. It was an emotional moment for us all.
Runners-Up:
Clarence Crapper – The hero of the excellent novel, A Hazard Of Parsnips. Although fictional, he is such a powerful and erotic prescence that many readers believe him to be real. We all look forward to more of his adventures in 2009.
Chester Spangleton – He’s had a rough year and only been able to post on FAB twice, but we still love old Cheshy and hope that this mention gives him a boost with his medical problems. Get well soon Chester!
And the Winner is:
Hans Klaussner – He’s not only our favourite German, he’s our favourite person full stop. Hans has been away in America for much of the year and returned especially for The Sherbys. The audience gasped as they realised he was there in person to accept the award and not a dry eye in the house when he and Dave Burley embraced on the podium. It was the only fitting way to end such a magical evening.
And that’s it, all done and dusted for another year. Let’s hope 2009 brings us as many tales of daring, emotion and conflict.
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