What does she look like? Poor old Maggie Grace aka Shannon from Lost has Lost her mirror.

This week’s trendy band cover this week’s trendy song over at a music blog .

I think the new Gomez album is going to be their best yet. Have had many of the tracks on the old I-Pod for a while now, admittedly naughtily procured, but I can’t stop playing it. It’s skill!

I don’t want to be like the old couple I saw on the train today. They spent the whole journey in silence… no verbal or physical contact. Is this the ultimate fate of all couples? God I hope not!

I got a new toy today. Once the pooter gets fixed and I can upload from digicam I will take some pictures. And no, it’s nothing rude.

I am getting excited… it’s two weeks and a day until that time-travelling geek and his geezerbird mate who live in a blue box return to the small (or quite big and wide if yer rich) screen. I may wet myself.

Spotted! But not by me… at the launch party in Cardiff earlier this week. I have added the Tennant to my list of celebs I should meet. I would, of course, have to lunge him though. And maybe lick his face. Just for research purposes of course.

Still got no computer…
Still working a lot and having no time for blogging anyway…
Here’s a picture of Doctor Who:

Calm down! It’s not what it seems (yawn)

I need retail therapy. I hear Forbidden Planet calling me…

Whitney Houston wanted to dance with somebody but now she justs wants someone with a bumper stash of bacofoil… The British tabloid media seem to have finally noticed that Ms Houston is a crackhead these days and has been for some time. Is she the new Pete Doherty as he’s being lined up for that stupid club of dead rockstars? How many papers had the headline ‘Whitney Houston We Have A Problem’ today? Who really cares about her anyway? She is only in the news because of a crazy drug habit as her musical career stalled many years ago! Let’s face it, it was always going to be a choice between a giant drug habit or a religious cult but she tried the religion thing (I remember Whitney And Bobby Go To Israel, so you?) and it must have not agreed with her. Or maybe the pipe pixies told her to do it? It could just be karma for I Will Always Love You, couldn’t it?

Poor stupid rich moo. While drug abuse is never funny…

… not a lot happened today. I still have no computer (this is a telepathic broadcast), I met no famous types and nothing in the newspapers upset me. It was all work work work til 9PM and I am back in work at 7:35 tomorrow morning. Living la vida loca? Oh yes, totally…

Oh the perks of my job…

As well as bumping into random authors and getting a hefty discount on book related things I get to go schmoozing sometimes. I also get advance copies of books like that new Douglas Coupland one. I’m still reading it but it just went a bit too pretentious as the protaganist ran into the author Douglas Coupland (playing himself of course) on a plane and had a chat with him. Very post-modern or some other pretentious thing but I may yet forgive this. I am soldiering on as I do actually like it…

I got a nice package in the post… from a canine. Well, that’s who claimed to have sent it anyway, although I doubt very much that a dog who could pack jiffy bags, read and write would be working as a mere pet. It would be at least running a small to middle-ish Government department and doing a better job than those puny humans… anyway:

Amazon Synopsis of What Happens Now is actually for the finance book Rich Dad Poor Dad so I will not reprint that here for obvious reasons!

Thank you Time Warner Books for a copy of the new novel by that man Jeremy Dyson aka one of those League Of Gentlemen chaps. I look forward to beginning it sometime soon and becoming engrossed enough that I forget how shitty the tube is while reading it on said national disgrace of a transport system.

It’s the new book from that man Mike Carey! He writes real books as well as graphic novels, you know! He also happens to write Lucifer for Vertigo Comics and is the new writer of one of the main X-Men books for Marvel. I forget which one and I don’t have the willpower to try and find out tonight. He’s bloody great though!

And that’s not all… Mister Carey is doing an author event for yer media types by guestlist only so everyone gets a chance to meet him and say ello and that… and guess who’s going? Heh.

My computer has had an eppy and overheated, bursting a computer blood vessel or summink. This is being typed on one of the other many computers in the house (don’t ask!) on a completely (to me) bizarre machine. I have not a lot to say except boo hiss boo. I can’t access my I-Tunes and have some podcasts waiting for me. Boo fecking hoo to me! I have managed to plug in the I-Pod rechargey thing to this so I am not powerless for now. A new part is being ordered and I shall soon be up and running. Makes you realise how much of your life is on the damn hummy thing with a screen! I am such a nerd, it scares me sometimes.

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The Sunday papers are full of nonsense as always, but it’s fun…

Des Lynam allegedly told the Countdown studio audience that Richard And Judy ™ hate each other, although the average age of this audience is somewhere between bus pass and skeleton: “Carol and I are on the front page of the Radio Times. We’re on there with Richard and Judy. Lovely couple, wonderful programme. But they hate each other. In the whole hour that we were with them they never said a word.” Shocking! Who’d have thought it? Well, most people with brains actually…

The tit-witches are moving to the top shelf. At last, after many years of people like me and other old gits moaning about so called ‘lads’ mags’ being little more than teenage wank porn magazines, they are moving to the top shelf with the other smut: ‘The Home Office has agreed new guidelines with the National Federation of Retail Newsagents. The deal was welcomed as a “step in the right direction” by MPs and campaigners, who have been calling for legislation. The guidelines are not legally binding but trading standards will be able to reprimand offending outlets.’ Hooo-Rah!

Colonel Bob from the army was not amused by that old geezer Mister Kember and his Iraqi holiday jamboree: “He was only curmudgeonly grateful to the soldiers who risked their lives to rescue him,” he said. “And when he says he disagrees with the use of violence to solve problems, he forgets it was the possiblity of violence that got him out.” That told him!

Take That may be almost back but Gary Barlow is not quite in shape for the tour yet, according to rubbish tabloid gossip-mongers: ‘With just four weeks to go before the first gig, Gary is still unable to keep up with their energetic routines. Gary, Mark Owen, 34, Howard Donald, 37, and Jason Orange, 35, are touring for the first time in 10 years. But poor Gary – just turned 35 – isn’t as fit as he was.’ I suppose all publicity is good publicity but I don’t relish the idea of any of them doing the splits or wearing thongs. I blame Madonna and her leotard aerobic nightmares.

Let the quickfire happy slapping commence!

I’ve been catching up on a lot of my nerd telly these last few days… Here’s some of my recommendations:

The Inside (ITV4, UK) : Created by Tim Minear of Firefly and Joss Whedon connections, this dark creepy forensic investigation show got scrapped in the US a few weeks asfter it begun but ITV4 (available on Freeview) have been showing it. With Rachel from Alias, Jayne from Firefly and Jaye’s lesbian sister from Wonderfalls all in the main cast, how can you go wrong? This week: Tara from Buffy plays a lezza again only this time she kills people rather than do spells and shit.

Veronica Mars (UPN, USA and Living TV, UK) which had a 3 minute ‘previously on Veronica Mars’ intro this week as so much is going on. It’s like Twin Peaks without the weird shit! It’s been moved to a different day in America so it’s no longer competing with that big show about the island…

Lost (ABC, USA and Channel 4, UK) where some things that I can’t spoil happened. It’s a bit cryptic but if you know The Wizard Of Oz you’ll tell if somebody is telling the truth about how they came to be on the island. And how did they find an unused pregnancy test on the plane? What don’t they have on that island? Oh yeah, and Jack had a shower.

Sons And Daughters (ABC, USA) is a great sitcom which is different. It has a structure laid out by the writers but the dialogue is improvised from a scene – by – scene outline. It’s genuinely funny and witty and touching and is that rare beast: A show that portrays a family dynamic in a realistic way. Don’t let it be axed please, Americans!

The Family Man (BBC1, UK) which surprised me. I don’t usually watch those drama mini series on British telly but this is written by the guy that wrote the classic Holding On and has one of the best casts I’ve seen in a long time. It’s about a fertility doctor and his patients so it involves moral and medical dilemmas, heartache, family trauma and egg donations. Sounds bleak? Sort of, but in a nice way. I’ve re-read that last line and it doesn’t make any sense so just trust me. And it stars a woman who also appears in that ice skating comedy thing…

Thin Ice (BBC2, UK) is one of them Northern sitcoms. Charming, witty dialogue and warm characters. Farcical situations, slightly camp in places, good cast. A bit like Phoenix Nights but without the over-acting.

Bones (USA, Fox and UK, Sky) Another forensic show but a goodie! Anything that can have an episode where Angel star David Boreanaz gets blown up by a fridge and has to rescue someone by speeding through traffic in a rubbish mini has to be a good thing! And the characters are mostly nerds. In a good way.

That’ll do!