ITV1 is a generic brand that is used by twelve franchises of the British ITV Network in the England, Wales, southern Scotland (Dumfries & Galloway and the Scottish Borders), the Isle of Man and the Bailiwicks of Jersey and Guernsey. The ITV1 brand was introduced by Carlton and Granada in 2001, alongside the regional identities of their eleven regional companies. ITV1 replaced these regional brands completely in October 2002, before Granada and Carlton merged to form ITV plc in 2004. The ITV1 brand, however, should be distinguished from the UK-wide ITV, of which ITV1 forms a large proportion.
ITV1 and its predecessor channels (collectively known simply as ITV from 1955 to 2001, and always treated as a single channel for ratings purposes), have contended with BBC One for the status of the UK's most watched television channel since the 1950s. However in line with other terrestrial channels, ITV1's audience share has fallen in the era of multi-channel television.
Following the creation of the Television Act in 1954, the establishment of a commercial television service in the UK began.
Bradley Walsh (born 4 June 1960) is an English light entertainer, television actor, comedian and former professional footballer. Walsh rose to fame in the mid 1990s after he became a presenter on The National Lottery.
Walsh grew up in Leavesden, near Watford. He attended what is now Francis Combe Academy, a comprehensive school in Garston, Hertfordshire. At school, Walsh showed a particular interest in sports and media, of which both he successfully passed 'O' Levels in. He was also a prominent member of the school's football squad, scoring 64 goals during his tenure. In the late 1970s, at the age of 18, Walsh became a professional football player for Brentford and although he failed to make the first team, he was regularly a member of the reserves. Separate ankle fracture injuries finished his career in the game in the early 80s after a promising loan spell with non-league minnows Dunstable, for whom he scored 15 goals in 25 league appearances. Walsh's time at Brentford also saw him play for Barnet on loan, making five league appearances in the 1978–79 season. Walsh was at Barnet at the same time as the legendary, renowned player Jimmy Greaves.
Amanda Louise Holden (born 16 February 1971) is a British actress and presenter. Among her roles are Mia Bevan in Cutting It, Sarah Trevanion in Wild at Heart, and the title role in Thoroughly Modern Millie, for which she was nominated for a Laurence Olivier Theatre Award. Since 2007, Holden has been a judge on Britain's Got Talent.
She is married to record producer Chris Hughes. Her marriage to Family Fortunes presenter Les Dennis ended in divorce in 2003.
Holden was born in Bishop's Waltham, Hampshire to Judith Mary Harrison and Naval petty officer Frank Holden. Her parents split up when she was four and she was brought up in the village of Waltham Chase, by Harrison and stepfather Leslie Drew Collister. She joined the Bishop's Waltham Little Theatre Company when she was nine, and credits Angie Blackford as influential in her early stage career. When she was 16 the family moved to Bournemouth and ran a small B&B while Amanda herself studied Drama and English literature A levels with Terry Clarke and Charles Lamb at the Jellicoe Theatre, now part of Bournemouth and Poole College. She successfully auditioned for the independent drama school Mountview Academy of Theatre Arts in the Wood Green area of North London when she was 18, graduating in July 1994.
Adam Ant (born Stuart Leslie Goddard, 3 November 1954, Marylebone, London) is an English musician who gained popularity as the lead singer of New Wave/post-punk group Adam and the Ants and later as a solo artist, scoring ten UK top ten hits between 1980 and 1983, including three No.1s. Ant was also a star in America where he not only scored a string of hit singles and albums, but was once voted sexiest man in America by the viewers of MTV. He is also an actor, having appeared in over two dozen films or television episodes between 1985 and 2003.
Since 2010, Ant has undertaken a major reactivation of his musical career, performing live regularly in his hometown London and beyond, recording a new album and with two full-length UK national tours now completed and a US national tour now scheduled. His present comeback continues and thrives despite concerns about such activities being merely another symptom of the mental health issues which were in considerable part responsible for his lengthy spell of near-inactivity spanning the late 1990s and 2000s.
Fisherman's Friends are a 10-strong singing group from Port Isaac, Cornwall, who sing sea shanties a cappella. They have been performing locally since 1995, and signed a record deal with Universal Music in March 2010.
The members are: John Brown, Julian Brown, Jeremy Brown, Trevor Grills, John Lethbridge, Billy Hawkins, Nigel Sherratt, Peter Rowe, John McDonnell and Jon Cleave (MC) (the first three are brothers).
All the members of the group "grew up within half a mile of Port Isaac harbour" except for John McDonnell who is a Yorkshireman. Three are fishermen and the others linked to the sea through service as coastguards or lifeboatmen.
Their repertoire is extremely varied and includes both shanties and other nautical songs and some that are fairly lewd.
They performed at the 2010 Cornbury music festival in Oxfordshire, the Glastonbury Festival and the Cambridge Folk Festival.
The group had released two CDs themselves before signing with Universal; their first album with Universal, Port Isaac's Fisherman's Friends, was recorded in St Kew Parish Church, Cornwall, and released in April 2010.
She wiped the smile right off my face
And hid it away in a secret place
The night was dark and the ground was cold
I slipped myself into a pool
I saw the trees but not the wood
And floated in an icey flood
As cold began to freeze my heart
I heared a voice come through the dark
Bring up the coals
Light up the fire
Joy de viva
Joy de viva
Smile your shining smile on me
If you see her
Say I need her
Joy de viva
Joy de viva
Now sunburned men tell tales of me
Of how I sail the ocean deep
Upon the brow I shade my face
Searching for that sate of grace
Every night the moon appears
She shows me that I need not fear
The crashing rocks and siren wind
And I will find her in the end
Then I will run
It seems like lately time be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
It's like my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm sweatin' bullets,
see the plug but I can't pull it,
This belt just keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up against these ropes,
and ain't no tellin' if I win or not,
These gloves are getting heavy,
it's fight or flight you know how that goes,
Facin' clocks is chasin',
got me dodgin' obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me that I can't lose,
So every time I start slippin' ego's start trippin',
I focus real hard and levitate just like I'm GOD,
And I'm livin' lovely,
I'm in the clouds no one above me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that love me,
There's a thin line between happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my fall from glory,
And how I levitate from the fate time put before me,
They say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience when my heart is racin'?
Put yourself in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't refrain from getting' pissed,
When you look down to see you're fallin' right through time's abyss,
And start to see visions,
memories you really miss, simple things,
Like your first birthday wish,
Your first girlfriend,
Your first love,
Your first French kiss,
Your first time feeling hate,
The first time you got dissed,
Your first day of school,
Your very first college class,
Your first time touchin' titties,
First time you got ass,
Your first time learnin' wrong from right,
First lonely night,
The first time you got your ass whooped in
Your first real fight,
Your first triple-double dare,
Your first pubic hair,
Your first time watchin' Jason,
Your first nightmare,
That's when you realize that time was your worst nightmare,
And now you're stuck asking yourself 'Why ain't life fair?',
You get closer to the bottom,
see the end of your line,
Your first time ever losin' this battle with time,
But right before you meet your death,
one more memory left,
The only one that's obsolete was your first breath,
One moon to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand,
I'll be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.
A clock can kill motivation,
that's why I'm never rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when you're living on your own time?
I'm livin' slow, Peter Pan style son,
You didn't know I never grow up,
my mind is set at six years old,
As far as I'm concerned this grown-up shit is for the birds,
So pass the skittles,
JuJu Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I'm eatin' sweets until my teeth fall out and I can't see
And I'm deaf in my left ear but my right can hear cause
I'm livin' happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause your frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of your life's spent chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, just check the habits,
I play with my food, pick my nose, and eat it damn it,
Plus I pick my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more immature than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense than anything that they could ever say,
Forever playin' video games until I'm sleepy,
Tony Hawk's Pro Skater, please,
you'll never beat me,
So basically you're better off paying a bill or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, forty over the hill or somethin',
I'm young at heart,
I'ma forever be a kid I'm on some Tom Hanks shit,
you ever seen the movie big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, eatin' cinnamon LIFE,
Never knew a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pink pussy we knew was Snaggle,
Your mind's in the dirt,
We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hands hurt,
What do you know about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep cause somethin's under your bed,
(And all it) took was one look to get them thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to sleep without a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't understand why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I don't wanna grow up I'm a Crab Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the company of people I relate wit',
But if it comes down to it,
to deal with cat's that I despise,
I just close my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five
One moon to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand,
I'll be a man eventually,
They wake up in the morning and laugh at last night’s cricket game, things have changed. She fixes his tie and he passes her handbag every day, things have changed. They get in the 1962 model they’ve had since new, things have changed. Her eightieth birthday is near and she fears that his breathing will change. He’s eighty-five now and she prays that his heart will stay as strong as when she met him. They’ve sat through so much change without complaint, let his heart stay the same. He opens the door for her, he’s always been such a gentleman, things have changed. She holds the hand she’s held for sixty-two years, the skin is old now, things have changed. He reads the paper, she chats to the waitress, she’s got so many stories to tell, of things that changed .Her eightieth birthday is near and she fears that his breathing will change. He’s eighty-five now and she prays that his heart will stay as strong as when she met him. They’ve sat through so much change without complaint, let his heart stay the same. Sixty-two years ago when she met him, sixty-two years ago when she loved him. Sixty-two years ago when she married him, let his heart stay the same. Till death do them part and she prays that that day will be far away. They’ve sat through so much change without complaint, let his heart stay the same.
It's 85 y'all
It's 85 y'all
I said it's 86 y'all
85, 86, 83
[Nouka:]
It's 8:48 and two hours left
The board is staring straight at Sef
Grabbing for my piece of paper but the haper
Cause I'm flowing today
Plus I, what to say
First I look up and then I check the time
Then I get the caper to my old school rhyme
It's like that y'all
You know I don't stop
That Eighty-five hip hop (come on)
Step in sure shot cause the plate is burning
The table is spinning
And you know I'm winning
Now check it out y'all
You know I rock on
Don't freak it by the force cause you know we keep on
My mellow
To the label was stable
Packs to the shows giving pounds to the bro's
It's 9:05 and we're kicking live
What you know about the place that we used to survive
Now it's 9:10 just letting the wheels spin
When it gets it to the end
Tell `em cue it again
It's like that y'all
You know I don't stop