Rubbish bullet hole-riddled shiny sixpacked tough guy rapper 50 Cent (what is that, 37p?) got booed off the stage at the Reading Festival last weekend! The crowd chanted ‘50 Cent is a wanker” and chucked plastic bottles at him and his ‘crew’ until they left prematurely. Heh. Kewl!

See the NME news on this for more hilarity.

Look, he’s got his hand down his pants! What a buffoon!

Colin and Justin doing that house makeover thing on (Channel) Five? Hideous queens! But very very funny in a guilty pleasure kind of way. Especially when Justin (or is it Colin?) managed to get an old Victoria Wood line into an argument. When complaining about getting the wrong tiles or door or summat he compared it to ‘you went to the shops for my raspberry yougurt and all you brought back was a meat and potato pie.’ Classic Victoria Wood, alas completely out of context and my old memory is failing me.

Meanwhile, look at this dreadful site where real people have written gay porno stories about famous people. Makes Dame Sally Markham look like Dame Barbara Cartland. Oh no, hang on: she does!

One week to go until the filming for series 2 begins. Ooo! Here at Project 76 we’ll bring you the gossip as it happens (well, when we get back to our keyboards anyhow). So keep an eye on this page for new content including filming news and series reviews.

September 6th is the relase date for the Series 1 CD too! Visit the Shop to see everything that’s shiny and lovely to buy. There’s a link to the excellent Harper Collins LB Mini Site there. Sadly, the calendar’s not happening now.

Visit our microsite at http://little.britain.project76.tv/welcome.php. The filming page has been rewritten but be prepared to confront the sinister grin of Ted Robbins!

Exhibit A: A nasty homemade Little Britain Vicky Pollard clock on sale on EBay. I have no words to do this monstrosity justice. So I shall shut up.

It’s time for a quiz. One of the pictures below is of rubbish nasty homophobic ragga ’star’ Elephant Man, who sings (if that is the right word) songs about killing gays in all sorts of ridiculously unpleasant ways. One of them is of the Elephant Man, from the film The Elephant Man by David Lynch. One of them is a silly man in an elephant costume. Which one really shouldn’t be nominated in this year’s MOBO Awards as they encourage hate and violence against a minority group in society? You decide!

Is it A, B or C ? What do you mean, you don’t know? Fools!

We went to a pub quiz tonight and I realised that I really know nothing useful at all. Which is a shame as Jamie seems to know everything about everything. Damn the world of useful information! Joint fifth out of seven teams is a bit poor so we shall improve next week by recruiting some really old people and maybe some cleverer people too. Any volunteers? Email me at the usual place.

Six Feet Under was less bleak than usual today. The ‘death of the week’ was a comicbook guy, completely stereotypical but funny. When reaching up on top of one of his comicbook shelving units for an extremely rare comic it toppled over and crushed him to death. Must be careful not to do that myself, as I have a stupidly large collection of the damn things! There then followed a silly plot where his last wish was to be buried with said comic but his geeky rivals break into where the wake is due to be held and attempt to steal it from the coffin. Freaks! The rest of the episode had its usual content: more dead people talking to the cast in surreal dream-like sequences and freaking them out a little, some therapy sessions, a bit of bong smoking, a smidgen of pretentious art-schoolisms (is that a word?) and some illicit sex as usual. At least Dawn from Buffy playing a Britney-on-crack character seems to have gone for good now. And the boxes of poo in the mail have stopped.

Six Feet Under, on HBO in America, Bit Torrent into my computer and Channel 4 on the telly.

I recommend it!

My newly-cleaned downstairs bathroom now smells like my Grandmother’s toilet. She’s been dead nearly two years so this has spooked me out! Probably something to do with the cleaning chemicals, a new descaler I bet. We have some of her furniture dotted around the house and her so-bad-it’s-good bright orange fruitbowl (which I always liked for it’s 1970s ‘modern’ look) so it’s like a mini tribute to the olden days house. Thanks for the sideboard Nan. Gawd bless her with her Belgian chocolates, cake tins and strange hording of teatowels and other cloth-based items. I think I learned to cook in her kitchen too, with real fresh vegetables and everything! That’s what grandmothers are for I suppose. Tea and cakes and armchair chats. It’s sad that I’ve got no childhood house to pop round to anymore where I could make cups of tea for her and watch bad TV but hey that’s life, kids. It would have been her birthday this week so if the afterlife has the net I say happy birthday to you Nan.

Picture this:

There’s a crappy place called Hayes near where I work. It’s a shithole. The people that live there are thick, mostly criminals and smell of wee (this is purely popular opinion and not actual fact). They like garagey music and making cars look preposterous by adding ‘things’ to them and powering them by the bass of their stereos alone. They hang around in gangs.

They are ….. The Hayez Squad! OK call me Lynn Truss but they can’t spell. They are not a spoof. They have a member called Toad and some fat members who are ‘bouncers.’ And best of all they have a website. Please leave them a message.