Tuesday, January 22, 2008

where's trai?

I’m afraid the Super household's satellite dish is pointed south most of the time, sigh. I don’t watch the northern TV news, it just makes me cry, although sometimes I have to turn it around because I'm the only one in the village with a television so the locals rely on me for contact with the rest of their region. However a conversation with my neighbour, who doesn’t watch Look North every night either because they only show North East tonight at his local pub (yes, ITV, so that gives you an idea of the tone of that establishment, sigh) found us wondering upon the same mystery; What has happened to lovely weathergirl Trai Anfield . At first Trai would be in the studio each night, exchanging light banter with ace sportscaster Jeff Brown about whether it would be dry enough on Saturday so as not to cause Michael Owen to fall over and twist something, then she began to appear in more and more remote locations, standing in waders in the middle of the Tees in a flood one day, Tynemouth breakwater in a hurricane the next, but now she has vanished completely. I had just assumed she had been sent so far away from the studio she had fallen into someone else’s local TV region and now was to be found introducing tomorrow’s Outer Hebrides sunburn risk in smiling Gaelic. My neighbour has another theory however, which involves poor Trai being forcibly abandoned on the Farne Islands with nothing but a piece of string, a cheery sweater and box set of Distant Shores DVDs. His already doubtful theory really begins to unravel when he brings in his view on the resemblance of the admittedly tall, dark and rather mysterious Carol Malia to Diana Prince. He speculates that Trai had to be exiled to the middle of the North Sea after she was struck by the star presenter’s handbag as she walked in on her turning onto Wonder Woman in her dressing room and threatened to go public. Of course a moment’s thought brings to mind any number of flaws to this idea: Even super powers wouldn’t prevent poor Carol from turning as blue as her pants in the weather we’ve been having around here lately, her invincibility still wouldn't allow her to risk rescuing anyone in Newcastle whilst wearing a red top, and of course you have to remember what Carol Malia’s cover job is and then ask where was the lasso of truth when some of our North East politicians have been on the show, sigh..

12 comments:

mutterings and meanderings said...

I used to work with Trai and Carol. Trai's parents live abroad so it's quite possible she's off visiting them...

aims said...

I don't even know who she is...but it does sound suspicious...

@themill said...

Perhaps she's out looking for a proper name.......

rilly super said...

M&M, perhaps you are right, as i see she was in fact born abroad, in Scotland (is she as lovely in real life, Trai I mean, as CM seems a bit bossy to me, even by amazonian princess superhero standards)

aims, it is suspicious indeed, although despite the loss of our favourite north east weathergirl we continue to have weather, it's just that floods and gales seemed so much more benign when Trai forecast them, sigh

@mill, perhaps it just looks strange to you because it doesn't have a '@' in it..

mutterings and meanderings said...

Trai is lovely - I used to get a 'do I put the rug on the Grey Mare or not' personal weather forecast from her... Carol is also lovely and not at all bossy. I'll tell you who is bossy -- but then again, perhaps I'd better not ...

Expatmum said...

Hello pet! Perhaps Look North or ITV will be more palatable when you can understand the accent. There are some great "Larn Yer Sel Jordi" books around for foreigners, not to mention local recipe books for stottie, black pudding and tripe dishes - :-).

Frog in the Field said...

Rilly, you are so thoughtful worrying about these poor things, and you in your desperate need to get back to London. How like you to put others first.
We, in Wales, have heard of televisions, of course..

lady macleod said...

I do so hope you find your missing tv person. I know you need your entertainment. You could always just replay over and over that Tom Cruise video from youTube...veeerrry inspiring that, well if you want to go that way..

Anonymous said...

I'm with '@themill' here..

Perhaps what happened is that when the fragrant Miss Anfield was being 'dreamed up' her daddy was using that well known trick for, ahem, extending [improving] the pleasure for mummy bear.

Then he got stuck [stop sniggering at the back..] and said 'Old Trafford, Old Trafford, Old Trafford, er...' when mummy bear helpfully suggested 'Try Anfield?' and, Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Success !!

lady thinker said...

First of all i nearly missed the message - I read it as the locals rely on me for contact with the rest of their RELIGION'- I thought this was some kind of Sci fi religion going on where young weather girls get spritied away to the nether regions ...

Then I enlarged the text and read it properly.

Fret not dear Rilly, she's probably just gone the way all TV weathergals do. She's snaffled (I mean married) a producer and is away and part of the produciton line. Once she has produced the next generation of weather seer she'll be back.

Or you're right and she's been poached by a satellite TV company ...

Anonymous said...

Trai has been off travelling, raising money for ME.

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Anonymous said...

Trai married a really old, frumpy, grumpy woman who never smiles. She never found a proper name