In the world of the media, last year is an aeon – history, so by June 2021 they can look back on a January 2020 show as historic or “iconic” that so-overused word used by so many people. Six Five Special, which I saw very occasionally on shore leave on a 9″ Pye set belongs to the Stone Age, but I can still remember Josephine Douglas’ (Jo to her friends) magnificent knockers, even though in those days of modesty they were stifled by the BBC liberty bodice. If 1957 is the Crimea war of TV, the mid 90s is pre World War 1, yet there are still a few old veterans climbing out of the trenches. One survivor is Miss Turner, who tells her tale of woe to The Sun “newspaper”:
Turner’s Kiss & Tell on Holmes
God, doesn’t she look raddled now. Anth is in celebratory mood – she has just found another mug to marry. It’s one of those Edith Piaf interviews. She regrets nothing, she holds no grudges (even though she remembers an argument from 25 years ago with some ignorant red faced Mick – an Eamonn Andrews for the 21st century, with remarkable clarity).
It seems she has reinvented herself as yet another sort of “expert” (I wonder when Stacey Solomon and Kerry Katona, two other talent free zones will do the same thing, and what their “expertise” will be in? – as if we couldn’t guess!).
Meanwhile here is would be WASPI woman Anthea doing a Richard ll for us (oh call back yesterday, bid time return!”), and reminding us of where the rot set in on the crappy world of television.
I am sure she will be taking a keen interest in her new husbands business – about 50% probably, to help pay for the next “affair”.
Nominated by: W.C. Boggs
At least she didn’t eat a Cadbury’s Flake at the new wedding – DA



