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
no time to make it to the gym?...no problem!
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
fer
truly professional results...all you need to do is rewatch the drunken overtures and drug addicted antics of the best british
comedy ever…
then get ready fer the event of the summer...with the release of...
starr'n Jennifer Saunders as the incredibly vivacious...pill popp’n...Lacroix obsessed...high profile international PR guru and not so fabuless mother...
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!
