Tuesday, 5 August 2008

Room Lovely (with apologies to Stephen Fry)


















































Watching a very old repeat of "Room 101" last night - most of the time the things the guests choose strike a chord (thongs, lateness, lads' mags, Anne Robinson etc), but of course Stephen Fry went one better, picking "Room 101" itself as one of his choices. His argument (or one of them) was that there is something fundamentally depressing about sitting around discussing what you hate (I personally can't get enough of it, but I am a lesser mortal). Another point he made was that there is nothing more destructive to the human spirit than looking at the, in the main, grotesque mess we have made of the world and realising we are part of a species that makes things ugly wherever it goes - although I think he made that point in connection with the Limited Edition Collectable Plates to be found in Sunday colour supplements ("White Wolf's Spirit Brother", "Adela's First Ball", "Waiting For Santa" etc etc). Aaaaaaaaaanyway - he suggested a TV programme called "Room Lovely", although I would recommend fancying up the name a bit, in which guests talk about what they find wonderful and indispensible about the world. I attach above a little collage of things that make me happy. Sadly I won't be including a picture of Mr Fishwife as he is in fact either a hugely famous film star or a high-profile wanted criminal, take your pick - can't remember which excuse he'd prefer, although what it boils down to is that he's read too many articles about identity fraud and is convinced it will happen to him. Tchuh, Virgos.
Those of you who read this by subscription (you know who you are, Ma) will have to look at this actual page to see the pictures...!

12 comments:

Rol said...

I got the pictures in my Google Reader fine, thanks.

Still had to visit the blog to leave a comment though...

Couldn't you have found a geekier picture of Elvis Costello? He looks almost... ordinary there.

LucyFishwife said...

I would have done, but worried that if I found one of him any more hollow-cheeked and speccy he'd have been mistaken for William Gibson...

JonathanM said...

So, my Anne Robinson (in a thong) collectable plate is a bit of a no,no,then?

LucyFishwife said...

Well if you put it on eBay I can pretty much guarantee you won't find Stephen Fry buying it. Mind you, you were daft not to read the small print ("value of this item may not, in fact, increase over time, and resemblance to Ms Robinson may diminish with Botox and facial surgery")...

titiansmodel said...

Lolling in a copse, overlooking a lake, reading a Tove Jansson (preferably with minimal Hattifattners) whilst smoking Gauloise and drinking Ricard..... what a very splendid idea. More fantasy than actuality, but hey...

JonathanM said...

Good point. Now I think about it the only small print that I read related to the complimentary set of Jeremy Clarkson steak knives, and very handy they have proved to be, too.

Steve said...

Chrissie Hynde. Brass in Pocket. Still makes me smile every time I hear it. Fab choice.

LucyFishwife said...

TM - Hattifattners make excellent nightlights, but very bad for static cling. Ooh a Ricard - hadn't thought about that. maybe with almond syrup as "une mauresque"...

JM - Well I personally have no complaints about my Amy Winehouse hair-straightening kit.

Steve - Mine's "Day After Day" - I only miss my student house when I realise it's unfair on my current neighbours to play it at top volume and sing along when cooking.

JonathanM said...

Saw Yootha Joyce in a film from 1967 the other night. She is Amy, fact!

LucyFishwife said...

Yootha? No way, Amy's the bastard lovechild of Chrissie and Ringo.

The Poet Laura-eate said...

Ah you can't beat the old floor-ceiling bookcase!

Saves on the decorating too!

LucyFishwife said...

Laura, you get today's award for most prolific commenter! Yes, I'm still fighting a pitched battle with Mr Fishwife, who fears and distrusts built-in bookcases, despite the fact that our over-burdened Ikea Billys are starting to buckle.