'Countdown' is family television.
When the ball dropped in 1999, I was holding dough and champagne in my hands and holding my kids.
I've been a fan of 'Countdown' for as long as I can remember, and this is a dream job.
In forty-five minutes, it'll all be done. We'll all be good and crispy, but we'll still be number one.
Eight, sir; seven, sir; Six, sir; five, sir; Four, sir; Three, sir; Two, sir; one! Tenser, said the Tensor. Tenser, said the Tensor. Tension, apprehension, And dissension have begun.
I only applied for 'Countdown' as a bit of a laugh while applying for lots of other graduate jobs. I've had some amazing opportunities, and I've loved every minute.
Everyday is one less day.
The most anxious time was during launch, just because that is so dramatic.
You've got a deadline. Well, I do, too: death.
There are 17 more shopping days until Christmas. So, guys, that means 16 more days till we start shopping, right?
The calendar of the Theocracy of Muntab counts down, not up. No-one knows why, but it might not be a good idea to hang around and find out.
I enjoy things that are relevant to me, like maths and science and 'Countdown,' and I don't want to offend our viewers.
I thought it was going to take a lot more countdowns on the pad. We actually did scrub once, but I figured we'd scrub several times since it's a pretty complicated vehicle.
Does anyone find it ironic how a program aimed at old people is called 'Countdown'?
It should take you about four seconds to walk from here to the door. I'll give you two.
Being a traditionalist, I'm a rabid sucker for Christmas. In July, I'm already worried that there are only 146 shopping days left.
I've had the 'Countdown' theme-tune as my mobile phone ringtone for years.
New Year's Eve. It's a promise of a night. Single, married or widowed, in love, loveless or lovelorn, we all leave our apartments and pick through snow in high heels, or descend subway stairs in tuxedos, lured to wherever we're going--whether we know it or not, would deny it or not--by the kiss of a stranger.
Substantiate or suffocate, Ms. Vetra. Mickey's ticking.
I was looking the other day at the calendar and I was like oh my gosh we only have two weeks left and I've been on tour since June I don't know how I'm going to switch back into normal life. It's been so much fun.
Tonight's December thirty-first, something is about to burst. The clock is crouching, dark and small, like a time bomb in the hall. Hark, it's midnight, children dear. Duck! Here comes another year!
When you're getting ready to launch into space, you're sitting on a big explosion waiting to happen.
When it comes to the New Year, I make it a point to catch my mum and dad awake before the clock strikes 12. Then, I celebrate the night with friends.
Roger, liftoff, and the clock is started.
I met Rachel Riley from 'Countdown' once.
