Gingers for Justice

On tonight's (or more specifically last week's) episode of The Catherine Tate Show, a pack of gingers decide they're tired of hiding out in Russet Lodge, living in shame. So they break out and form Gingers for Justice, and begin protests at the Houses of Parliament dressed as carrots, gingernut biscuits and Duracell batteries (the Copper Top). Of course, the protest is cut short because it's a sunny day and they forgot their sunscreen.

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Coaster Punchman said…
This one I have to see.
11:24 am
Anonymous said…
We had Interns from the University at Birmingham one year at our hotel. One of the girls was Irish, fair skinned with carrot red hair. Savannah is in the sub-tropics.

One sunny day she came to work red as a beet. I fussed at her for over exposing herself in the sun.

She got all that sun from walking the 10 minutes it takes, to work!
6:24 pm
Dale said…
I was hoping she'd bring back the gingers! I've seen the first couple of new episodes from this season and they've been great, a mix of the old and the new. The lady who can do anything had me cracking up for sure.
12:25 pm
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