I settled down on the sofa tonight with my Saturday night curry for some entertainment. No sooner had I started to tuck into my Chicken Balti, than I was greeted by the sight of Bear Gryllis wolfing down some bear dung.
Generally, I have no objection to Bear. I know that there is every chance that I will one day be trapped in the Arctic circle with nothing but a tooth brush, a bar of soap and a copy of Horse and Hound magazine. If I do not watch Bear Gryllis in Extreme Survival there is every chance I will not make it out alive.
However, I draw the line at eating faeces on prime time telly while I am eating a big brown steaming curry.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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