173-98, which pulls off the amazing feat of viewing the entire decade through the prism of its least lovable television presenter.’ – Dominic Sandbrook, Seasons in the Sun: The Battle for Britain, 1974-1979 ((London: Allen Lane, 2012), p.907., a talent show on the UK commercial channel ITV, the presenter Hughie Green turned to the camera and suddenly adopted a grave demeanour.
Then we got to my house and quietly snuck the chicken up to my front door, rang the doorbell, and hid around the corner. Victor was surprisingly pissed that I’d “wasted money” on an enormous chicken, because apparently he couldn’t appreciate the hysterical value of a 5 foot chicken ringing the doorbell. 15 YEARS IS BIG METAL CHICKENS.” Then he yelled that he wanted it gone, but I couldn’t move it myself, so instead I said okay and went to watch tv.
It was awesome, and Laura and I agreed that even if we got tetanus, this chicken had already paid for himself even before we got it in her truck.
‘Take up a fighting stance / This year of 1977 may be the final chance. ’ had spent twelve years consistently in the top twenty rated television programmes.
/ We are still the nation that bred the generation / who in 1944 changed the course of the last war / so that we could enjoy… It regularly attracted around 18 million viewers, and this was the Christmas edition, when families would have been gathered round the television and, in the three-channel era, the only alternative offerings were a film on BBC1 and an Engelbert Humperdinck opera on the highbrow channel, BBC2.
Nice chicken” and Victor yelled, “IT IS NOT A NICE CHICKEN”.
Then I said, “Well, at least it’s not ” and apparently that was the wrong thing to say because that’s when Victor screamed and stormed off, but I knew he was locked in his office because I could hear him punching things in there. Then when the UPS guy came I hid, but he was all “Dude.
This morning I had a fight with Victor about towels. Which was probably very confusing to the UPS guy, Victor seemed more disgruntled than usual, so I finally dragged the chicken into the backyard and wedged it into a clump of trees so that it could scare the snakes away.
I can’t tell you the details because it wasn’t interesting enough to document at the time, but it was basically me telling Victor I needed to buy new bath towels, and Victor insisting that I NOT buy towels because I ““. Then I came in and Victor angrily pulled me into his office so that I could see that I’d stationed Beyoncé directly in front of his only window.
me: Then we flagged down a salesman, and we were all “What can you tell us about these chickens?
Honestly, this whole chicken is really a lesson in picking your battles more carefully. Victor and I are still (of course) happily married and after a few weeks he got over his giant rooster aversion.