Lame clown posse

Is there any day more boring than Good Friday? A day off on which nothing is opened and nothing is on. Nothing, that is, except the day-long Royal Children's Hospital telethon. It's a worthy cause and all, but it's hardly fifteen hours worth of entertainment. Still, small mercies: at least Zig and Zag, the elderly clowns, are no longer with us. They blighted the Easter holidays of my childhood with their unfunny antics, ice-cream cone hats and hideous make-up.

They've announced the results of the 'guess the teen idol' game I was playing a couple of days ago. I got the first four right and nothing else. They also put up pictures of the said heartthrobs now and, ooh, Val Kilmer hasn't aged well.