I liked it in last night's Doctor Who when...

...Donna Nobel was out time and all she had was four minutes to save the world.

What a marvelous homage to Madonna (Ft Justin Timberlake) (produced by Timbaland)'s hit song 4 minutes. You know, the song that goes 'I'm outta time and all I got is 4 minutes', you know, the one that says 'We only got 4 minutes to save the world'. Russel T sure loves Timbaland! Although I imagine I'm probably the only one who thought about this when watching the cracking episode.

I look forward to more winks to timaland in the next two episode (as well as winks to probably everything in the past four season as well as winks to the spin offs) such as Rose being 'too late to apolgise', the Jack telling doctor that he can love his just 'the way I are' and later telling him to 'give it to me' and of course some of the characters will 'Scream, at the top of your lungs, If your [their] body's feeling right'. How are these Timbaland Doctor Who gags working for you? Pretty terribly I imagine.

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Customary big brother post

Well I'd spent the afternoon consoling myself (partly celebrating) after getting my degree classification (I got a 2:2, go umm... me! Meh) and I needed a drink to bridge the gap between my afternoon drinking and my evening drinking so popped into my local premiere store (other corner shops are available, but this one is nearer to my house). I decided instead of shop lifting (which I usually do), I'd pay for my pear cider (what can I say, I was drunk, that's a comment about me not shop lifting, and not my alcohol choice). Whilst paying the lady, to which I was making my purchase exchange with, she asked me about big brother (had I been watching? what's my thoughts?). Fortunately in my neurosis nervous panic constipation regime morning (what I mean by this phrase, only I have a vague idea, basically I was nervous) I foolishly read a little of this new series online to blag it. There's a couple/ was a couple in it, woah. I blagged it, summat about every year I tell myself I'm not interested in it, but somehow manage to know something of what's going on. I can't really remember the conversation is, the point is, I should be offended that I apparently look like a big brother watcher.

If I'd brought a copy of heat, by all means label me as a big brother watcher but I hadn't, better magazine are available. Is it now accepted that one must watch big brother? As a student (just about now) am I expected (as I have loads of free time) to watch this show? There's better to watch! Ask me about heroes (I'm still too early to add my thoughts on the season two finale, I think it was thingy that did it), ask me of Doctor Who (Yeah I quite like Donna, and I look forward to seeing Dave Ross in it), ask me on Lost (Jeremy Bentham is him?), ask me about Battlestar Galactica (I like that my friend that hasn't watched this season, but wanted spoilers, doesn't believe what I say happens). Geek Teevee is better, maybe I don't look geekey enough, just 'indie' maybe? Do 'indie' people watch big brother?

What's my point? Oh yes, I'm only blogging about big brother to conform with the masses. I want the camp one to win, he's hilarious.

(I did watch almost two episode because I have too much free time, don't remember much to say on them).

Random Student Evening and TV Geh?

TV Geh? would so be the title of my TV show if people feel they don't have enought choice of shows about telly, what with there being Harry Hill's TV Burp and Charlie Brooker's Screen Wipe.

Anyway onto my first point on my blog minutes, random student evening. It started with me discussing with my friend after watching Bruce Willis on the Daily Show and an advert for the queen (that filum) my potential franchise film, Zombie Diana, my aim for the film series for it to be the most offensive film ever for Daily Mail readers. I would say more, but then I might actually start writing it. Which I probably won't.

Then onto the student union for the quiz, we didn't win, we never win, but it's the taking part that counts. Then onto a student bar in halls with the promise of pound a pints, what with the alcohol froth going out of date during the summer break. I cosumed a couple of pints, and got a delightful history timeline drawn on my arm. Well I got some delightful trigonometry fun drawn on my arm last thursday (SOH CAH TOA in da house), it seems only fair to have history timeline drawn on my arm (1929 Wall Street Crash!), although I wanted better use of me veins as a timeline. But oh well, no need to be picky. Maybe next week I could have a venn diagram on my arm or some science, I'm open to suggestions.

Then off to some chippy for a 99p Pizza, bargain, tiny of course, but 99p? That's so cheap, it's almost exciting. Even if I did pay 30p more for them to hide peperoni under my cheese (under cheese? this is an outrage). Then for some reason it was proposed with have a Doctor Who marathon, all of the second series (that one that David Tennant started in). Great! Well probably, although it beat walking back in the dark through Reading on my own in 2AM fearing the dogging filled park of fundom. I lasted until 7:30 after that Cyberman episode with that guy from Only Fools and Horses that I should have fond affetion for if I bothered to watch Only Fools and Horses (isn't the Green Green Grass just turdily hilarious?). It was my realisation there was seven more episodes to go (I thought six, forgot Mark Gatiss sold episode about TeeeeVeees, but remembered that Peter Kay episode, ugh! Shit). So I went home to bed for a couple of hours of kip to be a woken with a TV Geh?

You know tennis, well the tennis cup this year is being held in Wimbledon. I kid of course, I know of Wimbledon. Well what I loathe more and more on TV is Montages. The montage that started Wimbledon coverage today was just plain non-sensical. Tony Blair, 10 years in office as Prime Minister resigned a day ago or two. Tim Henman knocked out of his 14th wimbledon, but he says he'll be back next year, sure he won't win, but he enjoys it. That Sarah Brightman and Andrea Bocell song time to say goodbye. Combine all three things into one montage? Intercut famous quotes of Tony with old footage of Timbo. But... Tim isn't saying goodbye, he'll have a holiday, and be back playing tennis. Tony is saying goodbye for being prime minster for good. Why intercut these two things together in one montage? How does the 'friend of foe' quote from Tony link to Timbo? Tim doesn't have foes, he plays tennis. It's just a nonsensical montage! Tim Henman crashed out of Wimbledon the day after Tony crahsed out of office! I just don't understand it. TV Geh?

Well goodbye, may not be blogging for a week, but I'll be back. Ciao.

How good was the season finale...

...to the people's quiz?Such drama, such tension, such pulse generating tension. I had travelled on a journey with these people in my need for Doctor Who to start earlier. Such a variety of difficult questions to help find the brightest, cleverest, brainiest people in Britain. If you didn't know who starred in the 2004 Film 'Shall we Dance' with Richard Gere, you are obviously not worthy of the show (it's Jennifer Lopez). In the end a modern day suffragette won the show, the man (William G Stewart) tried to get her down by saying only a man could win it, but boy was his face red! Now thanks to the winner of the people's quiz, maybe women will get the vote soon.

Jamie Theakston proved to be a charistmatic host, a man the contestants loved. In the season finale a student failed to score any points of the brain chain, Jamie being the lovely chap he is enquired as to the students BITTER FAILURE "What went wrong? Nerves?" "I just didn't know the answers" Wonderful banter! A favourite bit of Jamie banter I enjoyed over all the other banter was during the hit spin off show on BBC2, when he met a lovely gentlemen who with the awsome advantage of MATHS was able to work out the day when assulted with a date from the past century. The banter between the two men I loved, and have commited to memory.

"What's your date of birth?"
"21 December 1977" said Jamie.
"1977?" says the contestant in a stilted way, trying to hide the fact he's dealing with scripted banter.
"Oh okay" says Jamie in a mocking jokey 'Oh my gosh' way "1970"
"Tuesday"
"That's amazing, I have no idea if you're right"
For all we know he could have been talking shit, he could have, but he had the awsome advantage of MATHS, probably the reason he didn't end up on the final show because MATHS isn't for quizes, celebritiy knowledge is.

Back to the season finale, oh what excitement at various points I was literally shouting at my screen for some montages! Come on Montages! Feature some Snow Patrol! I want crying as well! And you know what? The geniuses at the people's quiz were happy force in as many montages as permited in the hour long fun spectaculor.

So in conclusion I went on a powerful journey with the people of the people's quiz, and my saturdays won't be the same without it. Role on the next season!

Frustrations of a man watching that Joesph show whilst losing scrabble

Let's break it down now, at one point I thought I could be Joesph, despite the noteable fact that I can't hold a note and have no interest in music theatre. I briefly got swept up in the idea I could support one of them and cheer on that Lee chappy. I think my frustration with Graham Norton being on the telly happened a couple of times, I don't really hate him, I of course like everyone find it like really funny when Graham Norton says something ginger beer. Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw. I of course made the necessary comment about Andrew Lloyd Webber (will they quit raping John Williams by using Star Wars music to somehow make this contest dramatic), and I just tried to raise my spirits by putting down a joke I actually remembered from a couple of nights ago; What happens if you come across a Lion? Wipe it off.

This video clip put's it better my annoyance from Any Dream will do.
Still, Doctor Who was very, very good. Thank fuck!

And now a public service announcement from That Ginger Bastard

Hello friends, picture the scene, I was sat down on my bed (well more lying) watching my favourite channel 4 show that broadcasts between the times of 6:30 PM and 7:00 PM. Hollyoaks. Sure it's not very good, horribly written, acted, shot, generally quite horrible, but some of the times it's so horrible it's almost genius! It gives me a good giggles at times. Here I was watching a great scene between Justin (played by an 'actor' with the unfortunate fame of having fountain as his surname) arguing with his new bint (who, whilst quite pleasent on the eyes, acting wise is just quite unpleasent on the eyes) when my TV fucked up. Everything has gone green!Todays warning is that Hollyoaks breaks TVs. R.I.P. TV, we've had a lot of great memories. Now if you don't mind I'm going to have a little cry.

Eurovision

Oh.

At least I got drunk and had a laugh with some friends, which I suppose is what one is supposed to do with the populary song contest which on seems to exist to provide some validity to newly established european countries. I've not wanted to be cynical about this so called political voting, but you've driven me to it Europe! Surely Blighty desereved some more love than just from Malta and Ireland!

I'm not quite so sure why I'd hyped myself stupid about Scooch. It was a stupid camp mess of a song, but was something we could all laugh at! I'm glad I resisted my temporary moment of madness yesterday by briefly considering buying Scooch's first album from woolies for £3.97, or buying the DVD single complete with featurette on how to do the dance moves. But I am proud of the procastination that left me and my housemates in a stupidly hyped up state about eurovision. Tossing an orange in some kind of sadistic water bomb type game, whilst refusing to go back to revision (or in my case, start) until Scooch's music vidoe appears on one of those crummy music video channels. We lasted an hour.

What to say of the show, there was some good giggles, the bizzare Ukraine entry was a favourite, I was going to vote for them, but I got persuaded not to because we had convinced ourselves after a stupidly fun performance from the Scooch, that they were serious competition to us. I voted for Sweden instead, quite psycodelic. I should have voted for Former Yuogoslvian Republic of Macedonia, just to hear Terry thanking me for voting for the Former Yuogoslavian Republic of Macedonia. God I love typing the Former Yuogslavian Republic of Macedonia. The presenters dissapointed me, the lady only changed outfits three times! I guessed eight, what an outrage. Why the Barbie of a presenter didn't interview our Scooch despite being sat with them at one point infuritated me! Gah! And why didn't Russia's act strip, they seemed to offer every indicating that they were going to!

As for the winner? Who? We were too busy working out if she was a man or woman to pay any attention as to weather she stood a chance of winning. Most of the songs seemed to resemble other stuff, we had a bit of Shakira, Shakira, Ray of Light, a bit of westlife. But I'm missing the point of eurovision nowadays, it's about moaning of political voting. Geh, bloody political voting.

Oh well, it's a bit of fun.

What I watched last night

Last night I watched that Mitchell and Webb comedians of PC and Mac fame and probably some television delight fame (with their loyal stalkers Cheryl and Dan, who I happened to find pictures of them on google images when I searched for a pic to accompany this post), record the third series of their hit radio show That Mitchell and Webb Sound. And without going into specifics (mainly because I can't really remember specifics, and I'd like to pretend that I'm caring and such to my fans so as to not spoil it for fans) I really enjoyed it. Surreal and stupid as usual, but it featured the usual Mitchell and Webb quirks one might expect, David Mitchell being posh and excited for a change. It was delightful stuff that I felt more than happy to add my laughter to the show. Much funnier than an underwhelming radio two pilot that the Mitchell and Webb double act recorded a couple of weeks ago that I neglected to blog about because it just underwhelmed me. That Mitchell and Webb sound is much funnier! Listen to that, when it's on the radio, and then released on audio CD in quick sucession, oh I love a comedy cash cow.

Also because I'm wild and recless I stayed up till 1:40 AM (AM, yes AM, wild!) to watch Fuck off I'm Ginger. I was expecting some awful show I'd switch off at about 5 minutes in, what I found was a slightly an interesting, quirky little documentry that I actually enjoyed. Presented by the ginger of half of Big Cook Little Cook (you know the show, don't pretend you have lives or are an adult) it featured him being honest about his lack of love life, as well as sciencey bits, meeting other gingers and him generally a cheerful delightful charming host.Of course there was the necessary titilation, a run through of nicknames for gingers, the necessary issue of ginger pubes with a guy who dyes his hair (traitor!) and the show featured such Z list stars as Bradley from Eastenders and Fizz from corrie, but excusing those factors it was an honest look at being ginger. It was concluded nicely, it's not really about being ginger in regards to how you live life, it's all about confidence. I just wish they had called it something other than 'Fuck off I'm ginger', to me it implied an obnoxious smug television program much in the vain of the ginger survival guide, when infact it wasn't that. I'd like to think the delightful night of comedy put me in a good mood, but I found it a charming little show. BBC3 hasn't all become shit, huzzah!