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Mr Blobby Charged With Fraud
Here's Mr Blobby on Thursday being escorted to Manchester Crown Court. The large pink 'man' was formerly the winner of the Most Popular Plastic Artefact In Britain (1993).
Now an older, greyer, alcoholic and drug addled Mr Blobby is accused of fraud. It's claimed he's still passing himself off as an amusing and popular television character.
Sleuth blames Noel Edmonds.
Not for Mr Blobby as such, but for war, pestilence, famine, death and mayonnaise.
Blobby being escorted to court?
Mr Blobby Freed But Given Community Service Order As Mexican Dancer
So it appears that Blobby got off lightly. But here he is dancing on Deansgate outside Barburrito with his new compadres.
Would The Real Keith Lemon Please Stand Up?
Gobby TV personality Keith Lemon turned up for the launch of his movie, Keith Lemon – the Film, at the Odeon in the Printworks this week. Maybe people were concerned about Lemon's motor mouth offending people because instead of the real Lemon they rolled out his Madame Tussauds waxwork from Blackpool. Sleuth has heard the real Lemon was given a different promotional role. Apparently he was the man inside Mr Blobby on the stories above. No honestly. Now here's a question, who is the more irritating, Blobby or Lemon?
Sleuth's Most Inappropriate Use Of Fifty Shades Of Grey
Sleuth was on a plane to Italy a couple of weeks back. There was a woman travelling with two kids and their dad. One kid was ten, the other about fourteen. The mother was reading Fifty Shades of Grey and chatting to them while eating crisps. Sleuth mused on how times have changed. Eroticism and childcare: strange companions. He imagines the conversation. "Mum, what are reading?" says the older child. "Oh just a little something, my sweet," says his mother, "There's light sado-masochistic sex and gentle humiliation, that type of thing. Do you want a crisp?"
Pants: Sleuth Probably Won't
Sleuth is determinedly old-fashioned when it comes to male underwear. The only requirements are for it to be sturdy and practical. Indeed when swimming he still uses his stripy Edwardian costume. So the Arndale's new shop, Pants, with its full frontal see-through underwear doesn't look quite his sort of thing. Yet apparently some people think it's a star. It's been named Pride of Tameside Business of The Year Award 2012, and is nominated for the Homo Hero Business of The Year Award 2012. Sleuth can't for the life of him think why.
Sleuth With Some Of His Bathing Chums
Sleuth's Dodgy NHS Notice Of The Week
This was in St Ann's Square on Friday. Read it. Please translate for Sleuth. Department of Health? Big Balls and Sugar? Quick call the police.
Sleuth's Lying Sign Of The Week
Sleuth loves signs that are obvious but he also loves obviously lying signs. He spotted this sign outside the Oast House. The sign asks people to be aware that this isn't a gate. Er...yes it is, there's a hinge and lock and everything.
Sleuth's Absolutely Glorious Modernist Building Of The Week
Albert Bridge House, 1959, EH Banks on the banks of the River Irwell. Manchester's tax office
Sleuth's Best New Skyscraper Of The Week
Student Castle by Stephen Hodder, not yet finished, showing up its fine and distinctive profile, together with chimney and flag poles
Sleuth Agrees The BBC Doesn't Have Brand Confusion
Sleuth was in the BBC at MediaCityUK this week talking about the increasing use of latex pig heads in society in general. At reception he looked up and realised that rumours of brand confusion in the BEEB were completely without foundation.
Simple brand messages - it's how it should be
Sleuth's Picture Of The Week Of A Man In The King's Arms, Salford, With A Pig's Head
Sleuth's Picture Of The Week Of A Woman Under The Barton Arcade With A Pig's Head