Surviving

Not often do I blag on about TV in this country, mainly because I don't have time to really watch that much, apart from the odd game of footie. But, tonight sees the final of the Israeli version of Survivor, live in spiffing technicolor. I have to say, despite its very obvious manipulation and too-clever production, it has grabbed me and the missus by the goolies (well, perhaps not the missus...), purely for the entertainment value (and absolutely nothing to do with Marina's bum, I swear). And, it has to be said, it's fairly obvious that beefcake Noam is going to walk it tonight. He's just such a geezer. Marina's bum does deserve an honorary mention though...