to tell you the truth…this is my least fav-o-rit muscle group to work on when
sweat'n it out in
whoreville the gym...sure it's the core that keeps you together and in good posture…
and many out there would probably feel much better about themselves if they could achieve…at the very least…less baggage to carry around their waistline
we've been conditioned and fixated on achieve'n that merely impossible photochopped perfectional abs of steel...thanx to market'n gimmicks and undergarment ads fer years
tell'n us that we can go from flab…
to fab…in mere minutes a day…by simply loose'n yer lunch and doin like a million sit-ups
yea…reality check!…the only people able to devote this sorta time and effort...are narcissistically untouchable mr. bubble models
and equally unbelievabley sizzle'n werewolves
corporations have been invent'n ways to cheat the heat of a work-out regime to get that toned torso ever since the early 16th century…see kittens...even a creepy middled aged pygmy man in a shirley temple wig and hosiery can look incredibly attractive with one of these suckers on
i say…that's a crock of shit!
you wanna get that simple…easily attainable ab work-out on the comfort of yer own couch without all those messy power drinks or clunky roll out gyms?
well...you can always spend yer money on one of these dust collectors...
but Jane Fonda will have nothing to do with this production
Edwina Monsoon who changed her name to "Edina" but known also as "Eddy"...who is always hopelessly cling'n onto her youth and beauty by try'n whatever bizzare fad she can get her hands onto...while sipp'n the sauce...and the occasional chemical enhancements to get thru the day
and Joanne Lumley as the chain smoke'n...coke sniff’n...drunken magazine editor...harlet and former glamour model and beehived beauty...
Eurydice Colette Clytemnestra Dido Bathsheba Rabelais Patricia Cocteau Stone known also as "Patsy" or "Pats" for short...an ex Bond girl and Eddy's schoolmate and best friend...enabler and codependent to Eddy's additions
together their boozy bitch slaps are like a warm hug on a cold winters nite
and will keep ya cacklin' like crazy til the cows come home...and break down yer belly fat like a bush fire on a hot summer's nite
with Julia Sawalha as Eddy's simply dressed...level headed daughter
Saffron...also known as "Saffy"..."sweety da'ling"...or "bitch troll from hell"...as Patsy so affectionately refers to her...Saffy is the voice of reason making her overly serious and a bit bitter towards her mother and Patsy's close friendship on a constant basis and always comes second fiddle to her brother Serge...who is only seen in 1 episode but spoken thru-out the series
and June Whitfield as Eddy's mother and sort of surrogate mother to Patsy
also known as "old woman" by Eddy..."gran" by Saffy and "Mrs. M" by Patsy...she's despised by Eddy but loved by Saffy and has a bit of a kleptomaniac personality regard'n Eddy's household items that disappear from time to time only to end up at some charity shop
Jane Horrocks as Eddy's spastic bird brain personal office assistant
Bubbles...with her thick northern british accent and completely bizarre sense of style and her uncanny ability to forget names of simple objects or understand basic concepts...her main function is simply to flatter Eddy's vanity by comparison
Jane also doubles as Bubble's look-a-like and cheeky cousin...Katy Grin
she's a slick but aggressive and arrogant television presenter who shows
no real affection for anyone and gleefully throws out bitchy backhanded compliments when she gets the chance
Christopher Ryan...as Eddy's 2nd husband and father to Eddy's son Serge
Marshall Turtle has his ups and downs thru-out the series as a hollywood playboy and movie producer...
turned television evangelist and a bit child like and submissive when he marries his authoritarian american wife Bo
for you history buffs out there...Christopher was college con artist and group leader from another earlier and equally hilarious 80's british comedy
as Mike "the cool person" who never involved himself in the drama of his other flatmates and constantly said cheap and usless puns that made no sense
these boozey brauds spew out the best lines with fierceness and forceness
turn'n yer mid section into a sleeky and saucy silhouette...(with the lights out of course)
some of Eddy's (and my fav-o-rit)...most memorable quotes :
"cancel my aromatherapy...my psychotherapy...my reflexology...my osteopath...my homoeopath...my naturopath...my crystal reading...my shiatsu...my organic hairdresser...and see if i can be re-birthed next thursday afternoon"
"oh...don't be so stupid...smoke can't get in there darling...smoke can't touch the baby...if it could you'd have come out looking like prosciutto...believe me"
"god!...here i am...your mother...poised for your first sexual experience and night after night...dry bloody sheets!...i'm sorry darling...but i don't want a little moustached virgin for a daughter...so do something about it!"
some of Patsy's (and my fav-o-rit) most memorable quotes...
"one snap of my fingers and i can raise hemlines so high the world's your gynaecologist"
"the last mosquito that bit me had to check into the Betty Ford clinic"
"just when my life hit a good patch...along you came...you miserable piece of flesh...you should've ended up in the dust bin...the incinerator was too good for you...you know when i heard that Eddy was pregnant...i told her to abort! abort! abort! abort!...i said chuck it down the pan...bring me a knitting needle!"
their seething social commentary with a hint of blatant bitterness for the beautiful and young...climax'n into ironic down pours of brassy humor...
old and new fans will completely appreciate the poetic pleasantries of these 2 middle aged drunken dames from across the pond like an old friend that you'll wanna watch over and over again and never tire of
if...after remind'n yerself...you decide you can't or won't get their humor...
pack up yer piss poor personality and pooch...get off yer couch...
and get off my dress!