quiffsamazingworld:bollocks

Here is this weeks Assinder Report from our resident whino, Mr James Assinder. This week, i've taken the liberty of locking him up in the soon-to-be-empty BB house. His task for this week: Write a bloody report!


Physics put to use in the real world: it’s preposterous

Strange Geordie voice: Week 4 of the Assinder report and James has been racking his proverbial brains for the past 6 days trying to decide on a subject for this week’s report. He comes to the diary room to talk to Big Brother.
James: Hi Big Brother.
Big Brother: (posh Sussex voice) Hello James, how are you getting on with this week’s Assinder report?
James: It’s tough Big Brother, I just can’t think of a topic that would delight, amuse and provoke the thoughts of both of my regular readers. I have somehow stumbled, quite by accident, into the unenviable scenario of being an unaccomplished writer with an adequate muse but no inspiration.
Big Brother: Is there nothing you can think of to write about James?
James: Well, I did have one idea. It may sound stupid but I considered cutting the crap and writing a report that didn’t attempt to answer any meaningful questions or moan about how life is. This new report would focus only on 2 words. How does Big Brother feel about this?
Big Brother: James, Big Brother cannot express opinions but, off the record, it sounds as inane and drab as all your other reports so go for it. What 2 words did you have in mind?
James: Well, I didn’t go for the obvious. Most people would think that I would discuss ‘live dangerously’, ‘be prepared’ or ‘where’s Grandma?’ but I would prefer to mull over the relative merits of that overly used cliché ‘opposites attract’.


Yes, my friends, we have all said it at one point or another. It is the expression that we use when we find out that our dandruff-ridden friend has fallen for the most beautiful girl in school. “Oh yeah, you’re a shoe-in, opposites attract innit”. Firstly, let me get one thing straight, I am no modern day Casanova (whatever some of you out there may think), my knowledge of matters of the heart is limited. Put another way, if love is a game (and many believe it to be), I would be the guy who got up late and is at this point in time attempting to persuade the coach (a Sgt.Bilko-like figure) of his potential and how he should be given a run-out in the first team. Despite the obstacle provided by this substantially high hurdle, I will plough on. I have had plenty of experience of bullshitting in the past, it’s about time I applied it to something.

Now, ‘opposites attract’, the basic principle is that for each particular person, the perfect partner would be someone who has a personality such that it is the exact opposite. Initially, this can be applied to boys and girls. On the most basic of levels, girl is the opposite of boy and therefore the theory works (despite the fact that it completely denies the existence of homosexual relationships). It is when we delve deeper that the theory begins to develop holes that have only previously been seen in blocks of Swiss cheese. The holes though do remain out of sight when we consider the theory in relation to Shakespeare, whoever thought that prissy Juliet would end up with bad-boy Romeo or that weedy Macbeth would shack up with Lady Macbeth, the embodiment of pure evil? It is also present in any Romantic Comedy in which a country hick gets together with a city slicker (‘Bringing Down The House’. The lowest point of Steve Martin’s career) or where a priest falls in love with a ruthless, foul-mouthed, alcoholic businesswoman (‘Keeping The Faith’).

Well that was the (rather short and slightly ropey) case for the defence. Now, the slimy, spoilt brat of a prosecution lawyer gets up from his chair. He runs his hands through his over-gelled hair, snaps shut his $300 briefcase and prepares to tear the theory apart like Queen Latifah’s Oscar dress after the after-show all-you-can-eat buffet. Lets be sensible here guys and take what this theory is saying literally. If it is all true then in the near future we may be seeing Andrew wining and dining the likes of Jennifer Love Hewitt and Britney. It may also be the case that Rebecca and Enrique Iglesias will ditch Michael and Anna and will frequently be seen sauntering around Beaumaris castle, arms linked in a ‘Breakfast At Tiffany’s’ fashion. It would also see the one that you call Quiff end up with some horrible, ugly hag with no sense of humour. (Always be nice to an editor who promises you a free mobile). Her only redeeming characteristics would be that she would not push the people who work for her for one report every single week and she would be able to reply to an e-mail in less than 3 days. (Never be too nice to anybody). I cannot imagine that any of these hypothetical scenarios will come to pass and I think that with this point, the slimy lawyer has shown that degrees from Harvard law school can get you somewhere. He has scored an important Home Run for the prosecution. He then goes on to discuss what long-standing institutions of the world would not exist if opposites attracted. Posh and Becks (stupid is as stupid does, even George.W. could count their combined IQ’s on one hand). Julius Caesar and Cleopatra (the feisty temptress combined with one of the most ambitious, strong-willed generals in the history of Rome). Wardy and Jess (both keen wannabe marine biologists) . The slimy lawyer looks smug; he feels he has the case in the bag. But does he?

That is up to you to decide readers. Consider what you have read and make up your own mind on whether opposites are the best or whether having things in common rules the roost. You probably don’t care for my opinion but I will give it anyway. This humble, mild-mannered reporter is of the opinion that the ‘opposites attract’ theory is a complete load of crap. I say this only because it tramples all over a theory that I much prefer which is the theory of fate and destiny which says that for everyone, there is someone out there that can make life complete, a soul mate if you like. I personally would rather spend one lifetime searching for this one person than spend eternity having meals at small, pokey Italian restaurants with people who society believe are perfect for me because we pronounce the word ‘scone’ differently and relax to different kinds of music.

Anyway, I’m going to go now before I start to sound too much like a Steve Harley song.
PLEASE, PLEASE E-MAIL SOME COMMENTS, IT FILLS THE VOIDS IN-BETWEEN QUIFF’S HEAVY DRINKING AND POOL-PLAYING SESSIONS.

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p.s. I would like to dedicate this instalment of the Assinder report to the memories of Katherine Hepburn, Gregory Peck, Marc-Vivien Foe and Dennis Thatcher. May God bless them; they will be sorely missed.


Do you believe in Opposites Attracting? Click Here for the last Assinder Report.