So yesterday was the office party, where I drank a little, was dragged onto the dance floor by overly persuasive women, and failed to embarrass myself. Which was nice.

Today, therefore, was spent mostly watching DVDs and avoiding excessive movement. In particular...

PredatorsThis was pretty much everything you could ask for from a movie about ( Read more... )

The thing that made me smile.

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The thing that got tears in my eyes.

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I can't believe I watched almost the entire show. With some of it muted, and eating through some of it, but still.

Probably the most competent singer won. Britain came last -- no surprise. If I'd voted, it would probably have been for France's absurd piece of madness, although the Greek song was also fun ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think Shane McGowan is the saddest angriest drunkest man in the world.

Sometimes he's just what I need.

(HMV has also let me down. Bitches Chain stores, man)

Okay, an utterly worthless and nebulous load of gratitude will go to anyone who can hook me up with some of the 10 Things I Hate About You soundtrack, specifically those parts involving Letters to Cleo. Who sound worth investigating.

Why is Leona Lewis at number one?

I mean, I've got nothing against her but she's just so... ordinary.

(Come on, fess up. I know some of you must have bought her)

Sometime towards the end of last year I somehow managed to forget the Pussycat Dolls even existed.

This happy state of affairs has just ended. My world is a dark place now.

... Does this mean I have to start listening to Linkin Park now?

But one of the things I'm really looking forward to about going on holiday (flying Friday morning) is that it's going to be a solid thirteen days of, quite simply, not looking at screens. At all, of any kind, except possibly a GPS system if we wander offshore ( Read more... )

Poll Music is fun.

Links provided because, let's face it, you're not going to have an easy time googling these guys.

Poll Up there with Clapton and Knopfler.

Seriously, this man could never be known by just one name, because that would involve choosing between the two.