The Best Thing Has Gone

29 10 2009

I only found out the Frankie Boyle has quit Mock the week today.  Not a big deal you might think, but he was the best ting about it.  Russel Howard is a close second, but he is the only one that gets close.

Andy Parsons is rubbish, just a bald guy with a stupid voice, Hugh Dennis has one joke about paying too much for car insurance.  You can guarantee that if Rory Bremner is on there, at least once an episode he will impersonate Nelson Mandela.

Dara O’Brian or O’Breeen as its apparantly pronounced is good, but he would be better in the stand up side.

I just hope that Frankie goes on to do other good things, his stand up is brilliant, but he had better not turn into Jim Davidson or Roy Chubby Brown.

Now I am just being angry for the fun of it, just like the man himself.


SGU Episode 3

15 10 2009

Because I am a little bit dull and geeky, I watched episode 3 of the new Stargate Universe twice yesterday, which must prove that I like it.  Even Greer is growing on me, but I still like Eli.

God, I can’t wait to get this month of blogging over with, some of these are rubbish.


12 11 2008

I have been watching a lot of TV lately, mainly because there is a lot of good stuff on.  However, I don’t watch any British TV (apart from Top Gear and Last Man Standing at the moment).  Its all US hour long series that I have become addicted to. 

I think that it started with the X-Files back in the day, with American Gothic with Space above and Beyond (Ive just re watched this, and having never seen the last episode before, I am really dissappointed, not because its a bad story, but because there should have been a second series) on late on friday nights, but then you had about a 10 year spell with nothing really good coming out.

All of a sudden about 4 years ago you had utter brilliance all around.  24, was completely addictive, even if Jack Bauers daughter is the most annoying person in the world, I mean who gets kidnapped twice in one day.  Lost was so fresh and new when itcame out, it was a shame when the latest series got so confusing it was almost unwatchable.  House on the other hand is almost constantly brilliant, now in series 5, Hugh Laurie rules best actor awards for his protrayal of the grumpy, pain-killer addicted, sarcasm monger, and deservedly so.  The worst you can say about that series is that it was formulaic in the way cases were solved every week.

Now, there are new anti-heroes in ever more watchable programmes, where attractive women and guns are the order of the day In Dexter for example, the likeable hero is a police forensics expert and serial killer, Burn Notice I guess is a bit of an update on Macgyver with an ex-spy helping out those that need it.  Chuck however has had the CIA database uploaded into his head and has forced him to turn into a Spy (this has also brought about the Chuck Chug drinking game, where you have to down a shot everytime he remembers something and the image flashes).  Eli Stone has resurrected the career of Jonny Lee Miller (The first Mr Angelina Jolie) as the eponymous lawyer-turned-prophet who has visions of George Michael singing in his office (Its much better than it sounds).

The 2 biggest though have to be Heroes (orinary people discovering their super powers) and Fringe (like the x-files, but with Pacy from Dawsons creek in it). 

What I want to know is why can Britain not make anything like this?  All we get is the very good, but incredibly camp Dr Who, and aimed at the saturday night family audience Merlin and Robin Hood.  I am fed up with sit-coms and reality TV, and have not watched a soap opera since Madge was in neighbours.  I can’t be the only one, so why is there nobody in this country that can make a 24 part comedy/drama/sci-fi series that is cinema qulaity?  I guess its because they are all in America doing exactly that. 


*(I will grant you Life On Mars was good, but I missed the sequal).

Great Minds Watch Crap TV

25 02 2008

I met up with Ebby last friday.  She came down to visit, and as we havn’t actually met before it could have been a bit odd, she is an old school friend of Devs, although they have not seen each other for 10 years.  However it wasn’t odd and it was a lot of fun, we laughed a lot.

I picked Ebby up from the station and then went back to mine luckily we managed to recognise each other, although she thought that I would be wearing a hat.  We had a bit of a chat and then went out for a Chinese which was really good.  The housemate came with us and between us we had 1/2 a crispy duck and pancakes (my favourite) and then 4 dishes and some rice.  By the end of it we were all stuffed and we went to the pub, but didn’t last long as we were all knackered.  We had been talking about films during the evening and it turned out tha Ebby hadn’t seen one of the greatest films ever made, the 1980’s John Hughes classic Ferris Buellers Day Off.  So we went home and watched that, I don’t think that me or the Housemate gave too much away, but the film shone through and I Ebby seemed to enjoy the film, with chuckles coming for the classic lines. 

Anyway after that we sat up until 2am watching crap TV.  Including Americas Most Smartest Model, where the dumbasses had to dissect a piglet, with one of the models calling the deceased a ‘Soviet’ because it wouldnt fit in the tray.  The main thing in this programme is that they all called intelligence ‘smarts’, with the best use being “I don’t have book smarts, i’ve got street smarts”  That was after one of the contestents had asked what was Mary Alice Stephensons surname.  She had said Alice.

After watching a Dance off style programme we turned in for the night, and on the Saturday we went to the beach, which was cold, wet and windy but fun, then to the Petersfield Bookshop where we spent about an hour mooching around the rows and rows of 2nd hand books.  At one point I had lost Ebby and had to get directions from a shop assistant to where she was looking at the poetry section.  Once we had made our purchases we headed down to Port Solent to have some food before I took her back to the train station.  This was a fantastic day and we had a great laugh.  I believe that we will meet up again soon, and are planning a bit of a party in Juneish time where we will drag Dev and KP, Bimbo, Fat Bob and May-Z to dorset for the weekend.

Anyway, digression again, during the evening I met up with Smyles and Cath and we went to the pub.  It was a bit 3rd wheel like for me but hey, it was good to see them. 

Later folks.

Ninja Warrior: Could this be the only true sport?

6 11 2007

Working from home I get to see all of the crappy daytime TV, and most of it I can’t stand so I watch the film channels instead.  The one programme that I always make time to watch though is Ninja Warrior (or Sasuke to give its Japanese name).  The basic premise of this show is 100 contestants have to try and make it through obstacle courses (4 stages geting progressively harder) in the time limits and without touching the water…well nearly drowning.

This program gives me the full range of emotions, with laughing at peoples failure (harsh but true, its quite amusing to see people fall from the obstacles) to the sheer how the hell do they do that.  The fact is that it looks fun and I really want a go.  I think that I could become a legend on Mount Midoryama, or more than likely go out on the rolling log in the first round.

 Now the main thing that gets me with this program is that the contestents don’t do this for prize money, they do it for the honour of being crowned King or Queen of Ninja Warrior.  They train hard all year and build copies of the obstacles to practice on and personally I feel Premier league footballers could do with taking a leaf from their book, rather than taking 150k a week in wages. 

 There you go, 6pm on challenge TV after Takeshis Castle.  Sit down and switch off your brain.  Watch it, you know you want to!