Quis exterminet ipsos extermines

Or something like that.

So, the Dalek epsisode that Terry nation's estate didn't want. Well, the one they wanted lots of money for.

Brill. Fantastic.

Somehow one dalek is seriously scarier than lots. You believed it could have killed everyone on earth. Or I did. And finally we find out what all those balls on the lower portions of a dalek are for.

When he loses the election, I bet he blames it on the gypsies

My favourite bit: Michael Howard is asked how he can place limits on immigration when Scotland wants economic migrants. He replies that yes, he's aware of that and that the problem is caused by young people leaving Scotland because Engalnd and Wales are more prosperous. He then caimed that this was because of the large amount of immigration in England and Wales.

So wait. England is prosperous because of immigrants. Immigrants that Howard wants to limit.

Uh?

Eminem vs. Tv themes

Genius,
if only for the bit where they do The Bill (which, unlike the other themes, is in 7/4, yet is seamless).

A moving message

We're probably moving. Apologies to anyone who'll miss our spooky cellar and big living room, but we're tired of playing at the 1930s. And our landlady has gone gaga - apparently it's outrageous to expect hot water in the kitchen, or electricians who take less than two weeks to wire in your hot water boiler. Mental.

It's not listed (as far as I'm aware), and doesn't have a cellar, but our new flat used to be a fish and chip shop*. Oh yes, and it has hot running water in the kitchen. Come and visit, and I'll cook you fish and chips. And I promise it won't take three hours like it did last time.

*No actual equipment left, but the counter's still there, giving the flat a trendy kitchen bar.

Morris

I should come out and say that, much like Tom, I have been watching lots of Morris recently; I should make it clear that I was not berating but congratulating him when I noticed his use of the phrase "a special gun" in an earlier post.

I haven't shelled out for the Day Today yet, so I have to make do with Jam and Brasseye. The shows are clearly brilliant. But the special feature on Jam deserve mention. This is but one of many.

If you select "Play All", unlike on most DVDs you are given three choices:

Play all once: what you'd expect;
Play all at once: the first frames of the six episodes all appear on screen, followed by a big red "WHY?", to the old Thames TV ident tune;
Forced viewing: plays all the episodes back to back forever until you eject the DVD.

Bizarre. Made me slightly queasy and scared, like when I first found tragibutes (now sadly gone) or the Blue Jam
site.

Missing: presumed playing GTA

Regular readers will know that the user known as "uberpause", real name Christobald Ketch, has contributed much in the way of comments and well wishes on this blog.

Following a mysterious message on his blog, Chris has been uncontactable. The only clue was a message I recieved via encrypted email this evening: it contained only this photo:



Who is this girl? Is it perhaps his boyservant Pip dressed as a lady? Can you help? Have you seen them?

Thank you. And please, don't have nightmares.

All quiet on the blogging front

Apparently it isn't the done thing to update one's blog at the moment; I shall fly in the face of fashion.

Tomorrow we head off to Paris for our wedding anniversary: it's a little late to ask for recommendations, but tell me where we should have gone.

Americaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Ok, so I've seen this in a few places but you might have missed it. It's a touching song about the best country in the world.

Corned beef hash

Well worth waiting for.

Mmmmmmmmm.....

The cure

Corned beef was boiled and eaten yesterday - for those who don't know Irish/american corned beef is a world apart from the cheap Argentine mush we get over here. Tom is right when he says that this beautiful and thrifty dish is sublime, and I'm looking forward to his corned beef hash recipe.

In filmic news, I have eschewed the lure of mainstream twice this week, taking in Pieces of April (music by the god-like Stephin Merritt) and the achingly-long but visually stunning Il Gattopardo . Both recommended,
but for god's sake watch Il Gattopardo on a lazy sunday afternoon, and not at night when your wife is liable to fall asleep or complain all the way through the last half an hour.

Also, I have a new website.

Bellow!

In light of the previous post's comment, I shy away from mentioning the folk in this blog, for fear of rousing the anger of that notorious Chicago hitman, the "Filleter"; the nexus of fiddles and offal being his niche.

However, today's events must not pass without comment. I promise not to mention graphic novels or the pope.

My evening's amusements (I downloaded the demo of Half-life 2, which is frankly scary in both technical aspects and atmosphere) were interrupted by a red haired lass whose aquaintance I had never made. She introduced herself as the manager of Bellowhead, and announced that since she only lived at No. 1 on my street, she thought she'd pop the Bellowhead E.P. I'd ordered around herself and refund me the £1.50 postage I'd paid.

Now *that's* customer service.