A double whammy. Two of my favourite things.
Spandex and treachery.
First up, the spandex
All I’m reserving my spot on the couch again on an early Saturday evening. Gladiators is back.
Now, I always felt I could cut it on this show. In the 1990s, that is, not now.
Always felt back then, in my prime, in my silverback era, I could run up that travelator thing or whack a giant bloke in tiny pants around the head with a plastic stick. No bother.
“Acid Reflux? Doesn’t quite strike fear into the heart of the opposition, does it?”
It felt like that arena would be mine.
Now? Not so sure. I’m lacking the physical gifts, and the motivation.
#Gladiators was excellent. 9/10. Disappointed at the lack of leg guitar but it’s early days. pic.twitter.com/j87GK6qnUs
— The Tea Boy 🫖 (@_theteaboy) January 13, 2024
First off, it would be illegal to have me in the kind of gear these units wear. You would need at least two branches of our emergency services to get me out of the kecks they pour themselves into.
Secondly, you’ve got the challenge of getting your Gladiator name right.
Where would I start?
These British #Gladiators names are wild. pic.twitter.com/sx0g1LbhMI
— christhebarker (@christhebarker) January 20, 2024
Acid Reflux? Doesn’t quite strike fear into the heart of the opposition, does it?
The Traitors
Talking about “oppo”, I’ve enjoyed dipping into this Traitors business.
If there’s one thing I love, its being outraged at a lack of basic decency and honesty in society, whilst also cheering on the sneakiest human beings ever conjured.
Delightful.
Because I think there are lessons for us all here. Much to muse on.
If I’m going to keep the upper hand in this house, I need to know how to get down and dirty, to outsmart these conniving backstabbers who I love dearly and would do anything for.
It pays to stay one step ahead.
We’re doing a comp, actually, for the best Gladiator name. Think you can take on the challenge? Find out more here.
