Monday 7 April 2008

It's Competition Time

We didn't get chance to run this competition on the show so I thought I'd post it here. The first correct answer out of the hat will win a pair of my old sweatpants and a commemorative Olympic mug.

20 comments:

Anonymous said...

It's the tan! The person on the right wears fake tan!
I can't wait for my new pair of sweatpants!

Uncle Dick Madeley said...

Who said the sweatpants were new?

Anonymous said...

new for me! I never had your sweatpants before! It's all a matter of perspective. ;)

Uncle Dick Madeley said...

Actually, it's all a matter of perspiration.

Anonymous said...

the word "ewww" comes to mind.

Anonymous said...

One is a truncheon ...one is a torch.

Anonymous said...

Before I answer what size are the sweatpants? And are they cotton or polyester? :)
Cant be bothered for man-made fabric :)

Anonymous said...

Dick ...if I am fortunate enough to win the sweatpants I will be donating them to the Dalai Llama. No men of stature & style should wear a sarong if they are to be taken seriously.... The Chinese secret police guarding the Olympic torch certainly looked seriously stylish in their sweat suits don't you think.

Anonymous said...

....the mug will come in useful though as I have smashed up all my china tea cups with a truncheon, as act of polite protest.

Uncle Dick Madeley said...

Twitch, I sometimes go missing but it's always good to come back and see that you're on China's case. Have at them, man! Don't let the side down. The Dali Lama would love my sweatpants, I'm sure. I don't suppose you'd understand this, Twitch. You see, it's a living deity thing.

Joana, 'ewww' to you but to many it would be a 'ahhhhh'.

Bertas, pure cotton and as to the size, I'd rather not get into that. I'm sure they'd fit all sizes. The sweat has made them very supple, you see.

Anonymous said...

well, quite frankly prespiration is just water and salt isn't it? (with a few chemical compounds thrown in... details).

so, just for you:


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!






oo-err

Uncle Dick Madeley said...

Joana, I don't like to boast but there's just a touch of ambrosia in my sweat.

(And I should add for my British readers that I mean the nectar of the gods and not the rice pudding.)

Anonymous said...

Bonus! :D

There's a rice pudding called ambrosia?
Here we call it... brace yourself:
Rice Pudding

:)

Swearing Mother said...

I win! One is for manipulating the masses into thinking that sport is for sport's sake, and the other is for beating the living shit out of people who aren't sporting enough to believe any of it.

Please give those sweatpants a rinse before posting them to me.

Anonymous said...

One is a symbol of oppression and cruelty and the other is a torch?

One is a giant cigarette and the other is a rather unpleasant looking dildo?

One is a flaming pool noodle and the other is an over-sized Allsort?

One is a rolled up placemat sporting a stylish blonde wig and the other is a petrified dinosaur poop?

That's all I got.

We have ambrosia salad here, it's whipped cream mixed with miniature marshmallows, coconut and chopped tropical fruit. Aside from being overly sweet it's not bad.

James Higham said...

Well I've studies the two pics and can't spot the difference. Go on, Richard, tell us.

Anonymous said...

Dick..I am afraid my polite protest at the Peoples Republic got out of hand. With your words.. "Have at them man!".. ringing in my ears, I set about destroying all the items made in China that I owned... clothing,electricals,car, food and furniture.... all trashed with my truncheon. Now I am bereft of all my worldly goods apart from a pint of milk,a tin of dog meat...and the dog. Please send me the sweat pants as soon as....I'm freezing....the Dalai Llama is going to have to wait....unless he wants the mug.

Anonymous said...

Bad news Dick...I found out my dog is a half breed Shih Tzu...so he's had to go too. At least I get to keep the dog food.

James Higham said...

What did I win?

Anonymous said...

Twitch - truly a conundrum of a breed. Shih Tzus were developed by crossing Lhasa Apsos from Tibet with Pekingese from China because Tibet refused to sell Lhasas to outsiders and the breeding pool was too small. Poor little guy must not have known if he was the oppressed or the oppressor.