With all the glamour, allure and intrigue of the latest Bond film's Casino Royale, Manchester has snatched the right to build a snarling uber-casino away from London's favourite eyesore, the Millennium Dome.To mark the occasion, I hereby present a sloshed Jowell trying to stump up the ever-increasing (think it was 8 billion squid last check) bill for the 2012 Olympics.
On a gambling tip, I was also unlucky enough to catch Clive Owen's masterful performance in Croupier last night - the most craptacular piece of celluloid since Woody Allen's Match Point. Take Clive's trademark 1000mile stare, sprinkle in some tired cliches about life being a numbers game and add some heroically bad lines like:
-"I'm leaving you"
"That's why I love you...because you're a real man"
and you have only the first inkling of what can only be described as the jackpot of wannabe slick film noir derivative poop. Just as well he was pretty good in Children of Men really. You're better off gambling away your money than renting this turkey.
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