March 27th - April 2nd 2006
Sunday White Swan 2006
Saturday Fool
Friday Help
Thursday Wapping 2006
Wednesday Searching
Tuesday A for Arse
Monday Gurning
Sunday 2nd April
White Swan, Spring 2006
Saturday 1st April
Lone penguin patrols the Thames
Chris Martin turns Conservative
Tesco shoppers sing for their supper
Friday 31st March
This snippet from today's Business diary in the Telegraph (quoted here in its entirety) raises several questions:
Brokers at Daniel Stewart are known for being a little wayward, especially when it comes to parties. So it's no surprise that one, Sebastian Wykeham, decided it would be fun to swallow several Viagra pills before getting on a flight to go skiing. I hear he had to be helped off the plane.
Who is Sebastian Wykeham, and why the hell why should I care about his travel arrangements?
How, and why, did this information reach the Telegraph?
Do people actually get paid to write this kinda stuff?
What is it, exactly, about City boys and their cocks?
Would it have more, or less, publishable if Wykeham had taken Ecstasy rather than Viagra?
And what kind of help does someone thus medicated need to get off?
Thursday 30th March
Wapping, Spring 2006
Wednesday 29th March
Recent search requests at Blogadoon:
26 Mar, Sun, 00:20:06
Google: pretty gays called brummie
26 Mar, Sun, 03:14:50
Google: "Things I regret saying"
26 Mar, Sun, 06:11:18
Google: serena williams's arse
26 Mar, Sun, 08:20:04
Google: yacht oxo
26 Mar, Sun, 13:31:13
Google: clip in hair extensions, Liverpool
26 Mar, Sun, 14:14:17
Google: "sandy fawkes"
26 Mar, Sun, 14:35:28
Google: lady isabella harvey
26 Mar, Sun, 14:40:18
Google: "lady isabella harvey"
26 Mar, Sun, 14:51:27
Google: playground litter bins
26 Mar, Sun, 14:55:16
Google: LADY ISABELLA HARVEY
26 Mar, Sun, 15:34:06
Google: lady isabella harvey pic
26 Mar, Sun, 16:26:29
Google: atia slave gift cock rome
26 Mar, Sun, 16:30:53
Google: pronounce sartre
26 Mar, Sun, 17:44:27
Google: whens easter week 2006
26 Mar, Sun, 18:44:25
Google: whens easter
26 Mar, Sun, 19:35:35
Google: Frederic Michalak gay
26 Mar, Sun, 20:39:47
Google: bottles of port
As usual, some of these make more sense than others.
I have written, once, about 'bottles of port' and 'Serena Williams' arse' (though not in the same, ahem, entry).
But I've never, knowingly, written of 'pretty gays called brummie'. Or, indeed, 'clip in hair extensions, Liverpool' - though both summon up a vivid mental picture, to be sure.
As for Lady Isabella Harvey: darling, if you're listening - shouting doesn't help.
Tuesday 28th March
For all the (entirely justified) fuss about the recent re-invention of Doctor Who - and despite the fact that I'm probably the only blogger you know who actually saw the very first (repeated) episode of the very first series - my TVsciFi award goes to something of which I have only dim memories.
Indeed, until quite recently, I wasn't even sure that it existed: dim monochrome memories of overlit research labs, a gantry or two, scientists in white coats, and a clock, ticking down, as someone exclaims "The time interval between deaths is halving with every event - and the number of deaths is doubling!"
I was pretty sure of the title however: A for Andromeda
As information about the series began to appear on the interwebnet, I was able to put a date to my memories: the first of seven 45-minute episodes (set far ahead in the future, ie 1970) was screened in October 1961, more than two years before the first appearance of the Doctor.
And the white smocked lady-scientist that I vaguely recall? None other than Julie Christie, making her screen debut. Cor.
Sadly, it turns out that nothing of the original A for Andromeda survives, save for the odd clips or two and rumours of an entire episode in private hands. So I'll never know if it was even half as gripping as I found it at the age of ten.
One thing I do know for certain though: the remake, screened as a single 90 minute drama yesterday on BBC4, is an absolute pile of total cack.
Monday 27th March
Vauxhall is Gurning, Spring 2006
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