I really, really hope there was an easily offended old woman flicking through the TV channels at about 11pm last night. And I really, really, really hope she stumbled upon E4. Because if she did, she’d have seen a zombie having it’s head rather graphically caved in with a fire extinguisher.
Now I only hope this happened because I’d love to a) read the letter of complaint, and b) see how Ofcom dealt with it!
Anyway, Dead Set was just as good as I thought it would be. Mr Brooker is a rather splendid chap really.
And if you missed the first episode last night, the DVD of the whole series is out on Monday.
Buy it.
(Coming soon, a piece about gaming today and choice. I have the idea, I just don’t have the time, what with the recent influx of great games!)
Completely out of the blue I decided to have another look and see if the article I mentioned in my other posts about the loudness wars had come back online. And lo and behold, it has!
So, without further ado, here it is….
Imperfect Sound Forever
It’s a long read. But it is worthwhile, if a little depressing.
Yet again, the installation process for iTunes throws up some more Apple nonsense. Not content with not supporting x64 versions of Windows for ages, not content with the usual trick of forcing useless, ugly (Safari) bloated (Quicktime) crap onto people and installing random processes and services with no custom install option to get rid of them, this time the installer actually forced my anti-virus program to shut itself down. No warnings, no prompts, nothing. Just a window up from Avast! saying ‘something is trying to shut me down. Do you want me to obey?’ Talk about dodgy. And lazy.
I went to see Steve Coogan in Blackburn last night. And apart from the fact it was far too hot in the theatre, it was absolutely brilliant.
I won’t bore you with all the details, I’d be here forever, but he did little bits as different characters. Started off with Pauline Calf singing about Marriott Hotels and reading from her new book ‘She Shat Herself’ (about a woman who gets transported to the year 3,000,003 when men have turned into dogs). Then he did a bit as Tommy Saxondale (a nice surprise) doing a presentation about why drugs are mostly bad. Then onto Duncan Thicket, then Paul Calf. Then, after the intermission, the one and only Alan Partridge, giving a motivational talk.
It was while he was Alan Partridge that he made a fantastic come back at a heckler. He had one glove on, demonstrating some technology he’d developed with IBM and Jimmy Nail, and he said “Now the reason I’ve only got one glove on is…” when someone shouted out “for wanking!” And without missing a beat, and staying completely in character, he said “You hear that?” (it was silent in the theatre) “That’s silence.” Cue much laughter. “A subtle way of saying you’re not funny.” Superb.
Then it was Alan Partridge starring in a play he’d written and directed about the life of Sir Thomas More.
And then finally he took the piss out of himself and the way he’s portrayed in the media with a little song and dance routine to which the chorus started “Everybody’s a bit of a cunt sometimes”
Brilliant night. And sorry if anyone is going later on in the tour and I’ve just spoilt it!
Is it too much to ask for the planning departments of Tameside Council and Manchester City Council to talk to each other?
There are two main bus routes I can use to get home from work. Last week Manchester City Council opened a massive hole on one of them. A hole that won’t be closed for at least 8 weeks (that in itself, on the run up to Xmas, is fucking mental). So I started using the other bus. Now Tameside have decided to start roadworks along that route. So whichever way I choose to leave the city I get stuck in traffic.
Fantastic.
Shouldn’t that be the Third Coming?
Anyway, Heroes series 3.
Get in.
