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Sunday, April 30, 2006

I watched some ferret racing today.

I think ferrets might be the future.


Thursday, April 27, 2006

I had basically decided to give up on football, then this Scolari thing happens. All this controversy about the England manager being foreign is manufactured, isn't it? No one would actually prefer some bum like Curbishley, would they? The papers are all like, "all things being equal we'd all prefer an English manager." Over a "colourful" foreigner? Wouldn't have thought so.

UPDATE! Oh for fuck's sake. Right, that's it, football and me - we're over. Football can fuck off.

I was out last night for some work-related gladhanding. As always with these things the pace of drinking was fierce. We ended up in a rubbish club near Bank – I say rubbish, they played Loveshack. I dusted off the Cossack for everyone’s enjoyment. People here swear blind I also ventured The Robot. I don’t recall.


Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Hip hop: someone acting a bit hard, talking urgently over the best bits of old records: occaisonally brilliant.*

* Post inspired by Ghostface Killa's Fishscale.

So I went to the pub this lunchtime. In the toilets was a board, on it scraps of paper with messages from celebrities: good celebrities like, Bill Cosby and Mel Gibson and Bob Hope and that. I liked Cilla Black's "I'll count the calories to-morrow!"

Endearing hypenation*.

My boss had a pop at me again for some of the music I like - I'd been telling him about the surprisingly decent William Shatner album. Once more I explained that my coolness was at such a pitch he couldn't hear it, like with dogs and that. In my line of work, and looking like I do, I might as well be Abbie Hoffman, or Foggy.

* Good name for a band?


Tuesday, April 25, 2006

I’ve been to Dahab, where the bombs went off. There are cafes along the beach: everyone lies on cushions reading the Catcher in the Rye and Chomsky, under speakers playing Pink Floyd and Doors albums. Annoying, sure, but they shouldn't be murdered for it.


Monday, April 24, 2006

Whatever happened to Rosemary Ford?


Sunday, April 23, 2006

If I were to write a film documenting the coming of age of a young gay man, I'd have a scene where the hero sings Agnetha Faltskog's "Wrap Your Arms Around Me" into a mirror.


Friday, April 21, 2006

World's least bothersome strike averted.

Annoying Guardian article of the day: Forget Pimm's, get popcorn

What do the Can't Avoids have in common? That's right, they're all much more appealing than the Don't misses.


Thursday, April 20, 2006

I quite liked "Your Kisses Are Wasted On Me" by the Pipettes: but now Popbitch like it, so I can't. :(

I thought I'd make sure that there's a Springwatch 2006 coming - don't worry, there is, but not until the 29th May. Now you're reassured, I want to show you this:

Of course Mini Oddie.


It would be wrong of me to keep this to myself.


Wednesday, April 19, 2006

It's always hotly contested, but this is today's most annoying Guardian piece. Read it, I dare you.

I wish I lived in Los Angeles and was feeling pleasingly homesick. All day I'd look forward to watching BBC America. Tonight's line-up:

7:00 pm ET Benny Hill Show, The
8:00 pm ET Whose Line Is It Anyway?
8:30 pm ET Cash in the Attic
9:00 pm ET What Not To Wear
10:00 pm ET What Not To Wear
11:00 pm ET Robinsons, The
11:40 pm ET Coupling
12:20 am ET Benny Hill Show, The

Cash in the Attic!

Maybe I'd swing by Topanga State Park instead.


Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Hang on, is Wiltshire actually a real place?

UPDATE! Apparently it is!

I thought it was invented by Thomas Hardy, like Tolkein and Middle Earth*.

* Jokes at the expense of Wiltshire-residents would follow easily from here.


Monday, April 17, 2006

New York, London, Paris, Munich, everybody spending their bank holiday weekends taking nice long walks.

I see Stef and Marty were in Kent - looking good, boys.

Jane and I are about halfway through our walk around London*: we're staying out around Zone 3, though a lap around Charing Cross would probably be quicker. I'm enjoying it very much, this London of suburbs and depots, canals and woods, dog-walkers and kissing teenagers. And with spring having sprung, there's the bonus of robins, blossom and butterflies.

* Photos on Flickr, of course.


Sunday, April 16, 2006

Richard Goldberg has chosen a dignified way to make a living.

From the Observer today:

"Why does Mayo work so well, despite bearing almost no resemblance to the world of policework? Good casting is the most likely answer. Maverick Mayo (Alistair McGowan) and his three boho cohorts complement one another well, plus the humour is wry and well scripted. In tonight's episode the hippie cops investigate the murder of a local geography teacher. A winner."

Well, imagine my surprise. You have seen Mayo, right?

There's also an interview with that tired old boiler, Sam Taylor-Wood - if you're interested in that sort of thing.

UPDATE! Thought I'd give Mayo another whirl. My word, it's extraordinary; and seemingly written by someone who has never been to a police station and never met a policeman or criminal - or man or woman for that matter. Jeremy Edwards, of all people, is playing some kind of caddish ideal-man fantasy-figure. Jeremy Edwards.

UPDATE 2! Ooh, those bohemian policewomen, at least one of whom is always wearing a beret, are now less impressed with Jezza. They're getting bored by kung fu chat. Phew. Now Mayo can move in on his younger colleague - it's the pass we're all waiting to see.

Let's hope they do it this series then.

UPDATE 3! There's drugs and nightclubs and everything - like in that episode of Inspector Morse.

Recurrence of running joke - Welshman with broken watch.

UPDATE 5! I may have seriously underestimated Mayo.


Thursday, April 13, 2006

Last night, in a Soho bar, Pete Burns told me I was beautiful.

Pete Burns (on left): possibly not the best judge.


Wednesday, April 12, 2006

I was watching Top Hat at the weekend.

What I want to ask you is this: if I were to take a tap class, would I seem monstrously affected?


Thursday, April 06, 2006

Someone at work is seriously pushing for us all to go to this.

I'd love to pick out some highlights for you, but where to start? Go and explore it for yourself.


Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Gene Pitney dead.


Somewhere on here there's a soundfile of me singing an irony-free Twenty Four Hours from Tulsa. I'll try and find it.

Update: Found it!

Oli once made the case for carbon trading as the sweetest gig for picking up chicks.

I disagree. It's all about the kunkie squad.


Monday, April 03, 2006

Police are investigating after a flag with an obscene insult was displayed on the pitch immediately after Swansea's Football League Trophy win on Sunday.

Whatever could it say?

Big Ralph Malf Strikes Again*

Morrissey has a new friend.

* Not my own joke.


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