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...entertain." "Let me give you a list of the distinctive programs the BBC is making," said Paxman, his voice laden with sarcasm. "Help Me Anthea - I'm Infested. Is that the sort of program the BBC should continue making? My Man Boobs and Me. How about that? Help! My Dog's as Fat as Me. Freaky Eaters. Fat Men Can't Hunt." Lyons, flushed under the studio lights, replied that these shows "may well fall very neatly into that category of things that may no longer be made...
...group. BBC broadcaster John Humphrys, who vies with Paxman for the distinction of being Britain's least emollient interviewer, recently advocated that BBC3 and its posher, arts-oriented sister BBC4 should be axed to save money. After all, he harrumphed, they're watched by "only six men and a dog...
...might have their favorites, but then they were a little more careful about how badly they treated the rest of the family. Merril wasn't at all careful. The first statement he made after I married him was that a dog was better than a new wife because a dog was more loyal. I just felt that was completely wrong. So right when I first married him, I was adamantly opposed to a lot of the things he did, and I didn't feel they were right...
...back outside and saw flames coming down the hillside. The wind was blowing at least 50 miles an hour. We got the dog in the car. I went back into the house a third time. I heard popping and saw palm trees in the street bursting into flames. Embers were falling and setting bushes and trees on fire. I said to myself, I can't [stay here]. A tree might fall on the car and trap everybody. So I slammed the door and ran to the car. I got hit by a hailstorm of flaming embers. They burned my arms...
...year 2000. A girl stands beside her father, gazing out over the water as the setting sun burns orange into the soft waves. There’s a sensory overload—the whoosh of oars slicing the smooth surface of the river combines with the smell of hot dog vendors, the sight of families stretched out on picnic blankets, and the faint buzz of cars rolling by on Memorial Drive. Little does the girl, standing at water’s edge with her father on that October afternoon, know that in a few years she will be captain...