Random burblings since 1999
Vaughan has stolen my thunder. I was going to do something for the 12 days of Christmas.
I could be childish and point out that the 12 days of Christmas start on Christmas Day but as I don’t actually have anything planned for then either … well I’ll just keep quiet.
Ohh and the first two have been v.funny, so I suggest you get over there and read them.
Ohh and they found that Saddam bloke.
In the immortal words of… some man .. some place.. That was Fan-fuckin-tastic!!
I don’t want to spoil it for anyone, suffice to say (although it’s not really I could waffle on about this for ages… well.. paragraphs…) that he covers the usual diverse topics, horses, dentists, the bible, christmas, bananas, dna, the pope… and so many more I forget, frequently seems to get lost down some absurd train of thought before he manages to turn it all round, link it all together and has you crying with laughter.
Also spotted Dominik Diamond (sitting a few seats along from us) and Greg Hemphill (him fae Chewin’ the Fat) sitting about.. ohhh 30 rows behind us, as our seats were in the very middle section, seven rows from the front. Not bad for nothing (did I say thanks Keith?).
No, not West Side Story, nor Genesis or even the Smashing Pumpkins (mainly because they haven’t reformed.. duh) but Eddie Izzard on his SEXiE Tour.
Sold out for weeks it was, but thankfully I have a very very very good friend (he’s such a great guy, I really can’t say enough about him…) who works ‘in the business’, who knows a man, who knows a man, etc etc and so forth, that can get me tickets. Yay!
Louise misses out as she’s out for the night, but I’m sure Stuart and I will cope.
Ohh and Keith, mate, THANKS!
Now, can I take my camera? Is that allowed (both legally and ethically/etiquettely)?
I’ll report back later. izb is going tonight as well, and I’m not visiting Alex as he went last night and don’t want to read anything about it – see my Willpower post yesterday (no, there’s no link, just scroll down you lazy bastards!)
Chocolate Nigella: “You’re very pretty, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to eat you.” (via Jann)
OK, I was listening to Radio 5 (over the internet) to catch the Champions League draw. I also had open the above page (may move as the BBC are prone to do).
Thing is, I happened to refresh the page after hearing the first two teams drawn and was surprised to see the first 5 games already listed? Wow, psychic news reading or delayed radio?
I’m a big fan of trilogies – The Godfather, Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Back to the Future, The Matrix… emm.. and all the others (yeah Alien but I’ve only seen the first one) – so I’m looking forward to the Return of the King, the final instalment in the Lord of the Rings trilogy.
As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve not read the books, and managed to watch the first two films unadultered by reviews, comments, or any spoilers. Unfortunately this morning I lapsed, but it wasn’t really my fault… honest.
The Metro were doing a “Special Edition” with a centre page thing full of snippets from cast and crew. I glanced over it briefly, with one eye shut and the other barely open (drawing a few quizzical looks from fellow train passengers, yeah I spotted you staring at me little miss ‘can’t be bothered to brush my hair this morning’), to check for any spoilers. I didn’t really spot any so I resumed my normal reading posture and facial expression – hunched over, elbows out, with my tongue trapped on my bottom lip.
And the reason I didn’t spot any? Because they had been cleverly worked into the snippets! Argh!
I won’t say anything here though. Well…. no, no, I won’t. Promise.
And as ever when something like this happens, I’m reminded of the time, the year after Formula One coverage switched to ITV, (stop me if I’ve told you this one before… ohhh you can’t.. ha ha the joys of self-censorship!) when, after having managed to stay away from the results of the a Grand Prix so I could watch the entire re-run and not know if Mr.Schumacher had won his umpteenth world title, those lovely people announced the result. The fact that this happened minutes before the ITV re-run was about to start was, of course, coincidence. Of course.