So...

..what's Lou Reed doing in the Big Brother house?

Thank me for the music

I don't normally do this, but there's a song that I feel the need to share with the world. It's Reparata (of and the Delrons fame) and Shoes.

Enjoy.

You know you've been watching too much Peep Show when...

..you begin to hear your own internal monologues in the voice of Robert Webb. That's insanitywang!

In backwater media news, my local twice-weekly paper has a special "cute kids" 8-page supplement in today's edition. I'm not sure what's more surprising about this: that the age-old "beautiful baby" contest is apparently alive and well in the 21st century; that there isn't an outraged campaign by some local nutjob or other against the publication of a "paedophile's shopping list" (that I know of, anyway. Maybe I should start one. Won't somebody think of the children (but not in that way)?); or that the circulation is so low that guaranteed sales to the doting relatives of the 127 brats featured makes this a worthwhile endeavour. Actually, I can believe that one quite easily, come to think of it.

There was also a letter in the ever-fascinating "Write to reply" section that confused me somewhat. Maybe you can decipher it, dear reader

Dear Editor, - Michael Gallagher (PA, May 18) suggests that God may know what happens to the waste councils send to China.
With his green credentials, one tends to think he may prefer a female deity to invoke.
Let's hope this female deity helps us solve our planet's problems.
Name and addressed supplied

The correspondent is replying to a letter claiming that there was no point in utilising the local council's recycling facilities as some waste is shipped to China for processing - there's another reply from a councillor refuting the claims. Quite what the author is trying to say, though, is anyone's guess. I think it's attempting to be an insult, but the delivery is so garbled I really can't be sure. It no doubt sounded great in the author's head. Can't hear Robert Webb saying it though...

The Day Today as documentary

I was going to do a post on the media reaction to the Madeleine McCann abduction case, but Andrew Collins says it all really.
It's a strange world where one missing child elicits incredibly awkward appeals by international footballers, other players donning wristbands, and a multitude of celebrities jumping on the "look at me, I really care" bandwagon.
And I wonder if Gordon Brown will be offering his services to the many thousands of other families in the UK with missing persons?

I for one welcome our new Serbian overlords

It's that time again, the annual cheesefest that is the Eurovision Song Contest. And courtesy of the BBC website, here's my score card





Well, a crappy overwritten version anyway (damn you printer and your no ink left status). So the official Betsie verdict gives victory this year to Ukraine. With the UK's Scooch honourable runners-up. Naturally I'm not actually going to waste money voting, I'm not completely insane.

So back to the TV for me, to enjoy Terry Wogan's increasing drunken exasperation with the usual regional bias in the voting. Fun fun fun....


Edit: Bah, the Ukraine were robbed. Title changed to reflect the reality :)

Apparently Siralan's Apprentices have never heard of the concept of doing a google search...

Bugger

So I snip the top off the carton of soup and put it in the microwave for three minutes as stated. Summoned back to the kitchen by the magic "ping", I open the microwave door to be greeted by a tipped-over packet, a sea of spilled soup and approximately two mouthfuls of salvageable dinner. Great....

pull yourself together girl...

I'm not IMDB. Gutted...

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