I were on the Generation Game
Back in 2002 my daddy and I were picked to appear on the generation game. Sadly that bellend to end all bells was hosting it instead of the chin-ariffic Brucie. We learned one or two secrets that happen in the world of t'telly, generally boring ones that everyone knows anyway like holidays not being holidays really, and not to wear certain colours. Very fascinating, you agree.

One of the couples had a very complicated intro which involved dressing in wedding gear for some reason. It was something to do with mr blobby taking a wedding photo or some shite like that. So they were off for the whole day while we and the other 2 couples farted about in the green room.

Then filming time came.....

Hair and make up was rather jolly fun, then we were ushered out onto the stage to meet the 'great' man himself. He was a miserable bastard when not on camera, refusing to speak to the lesser mortals. After intros were done we were backstage and our first task was to tie a kimanchi (spelled wrong I know) bow. This was hugely complicated, and we were watching on the monitors, so what we saw is what was seen on telly, and it kept switching to Davidson's big fat head so we couldn't really see what we had to do. Also a producer was whispering to the couple with the complicated intro what to do while daddy dearest and I watched obliviously.

We came out to do our bows, and dad's and mine were noticeably crapper than the other guys. We basically tied normal bows. This is when we started to wonder about the integrity of the show....

After that we did one of those mimey things, I had headphones on and dad was doing the mimes. Bearing in mind I was 17 at the time, and had heard of these people, I wasn't going to guess Shirley Bassey, Tom Jones or Tina Turner from the mimes. Especially the way my dad did them. What made it worse is that the headphones were blaring out backwards music, so I couldn't even think of any singers, let alone guess what the hell my dad was trying to do.

The first one was Michael Jackson. I could only think of Celine Dion. The second I think was Shirley, I could only think of Leanne Rimes (why why??) I think I got 2 right in the end. So we were led slowly off stage with our stupid wobbly men things waving and supressing our rising anger. The show was very blatantly fixed, but we had a lovely time anyway as it was always dad's and my ambition to go on the Gen game. I'm not too bitter but i do sometimes wake up screaming.

The couple of couples before us did a skit which involved Davidson getting cracked on the head with a sugar-glass bottle. It went slightly awry and he got cut on the head and had to be taken away and cleaned up HA!

Sorry this isn't that funny, but it was quite an interesting insight.

Oh, and Davidson didn't sign my wobbly bloke when I asked him to, the cunt

THE END
(chili_kitten Cheese, peas and honey bees, Thu 18 Jun 2009, 11:59, Reply)