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Blakeborough
7 seasons?? I thought I'd heard them wrong, but Wikipedia reliably(!) informs me that this is true. Blimey, it only seems like yesterday that Ant was getting paint in his eyes.
I have to say though, despite the terribly cliched and campy humour, Saturday Night Takeaway doesn't really offend me. At least Ant and Dec, miniture people that they are, don't. What offends me, and I don't even need to watch all of today's new offering to have it reiterated for me, is the British public.
Now the first game, as far as I could tell, was for a Mother to reveal the truth behind lots of lies that she's been telling to her family. Her daughter didn't really seem too upset to find out that her hamster had not died naturally but had been victim to the hoover, rather her extremely pissed-off expression seemed to be the result of finding out that she had failed to win a foot-spa.
Yes. A foot-spa. A bowl of water that makes bubbles around your feet, goes cold in 5 minutes, and causes power surges (in my experience at least). I think I might have preferred a speed boat, but whatever.
[Update] just as I was about to post, the mother won a holiday to Florida. I believe for two. Her daughter did not look impressed. Also, Will Ferrell whoring himself to British tea time telly? Shocker.
Blackett
Normally we dont talk about more serious issues but this caught my eye and I thought I have an opinion or two on that Media Guardian flagged up comments made about the talks over what will happen to Yahoo. Microsoft have been talking about taking it over and the recent comments made by Yahoo execs have made me rather happy and develop feelings of like towards the often messy and shittier Yahoo. Its nice to hear a company talking about its development in terms of users rather than how much money they can roll about in after a take over.
Blackett
I would have liked to have made some pun about Lost now finding its way but it has pretty much done that itself with the advertising of the new series. Due to drastically falling ratings across the globe Lost has had to change how it goes about doing its thing so now instead of a series of 23/4 episodes of the survivors of Oceanic flight 815 walking from one side of the island back to the other we are no given a series of 16 episodes which has a clear definite we will end in 2010 ending. And these seems to all be working in its favour. I was a fan of the first two seasons and have only recently played catch up with season three just so I could see poor Charlie die and the opening episode of season four is an improvement on all of them. The flash forwards are a touch of genious, now that we know that only a few survivors actually make it off the island and that what ever happened to get the Jack, Kate, Hurley and the rest of 'Oceanic six' off the island is incredibly horrific that they cant bring themselves to talk about it, it adds an air of foreboding and your sat there constantly wondering 'what the hell do they do.'
So I think I may be hooked again, my only problem is that its on sky one and I have a terrible problem with keeping track of what is on and when on sky, need to upgrade my box I feel. Sky plus here I come.
Blackett
It has been a while since I have been to the cinema and seen something that I have thought 'Wow this is an event' rather than a glorified tv movie and Cloverfield came along and pressed all the right buttons. I seem to be a little bit behind with this film, I saw the excellent trailer that showed very little but some how I managed to miss the amount of hype and viral marketing there was. So there is a very little I can say about this fim that hasnt been said befor. So i give it two thumbs up, a must see on the big screen as I am guesssing it will lose alot in the translation to small screen. My biggest gripe with the film is that I can not see the god damn thing that crashes into the sea at the end! This is one thing that wikipedia told me to look out for befor I went to see the film and I have trawled through youtube and I can not see anything. It makes me feel a bit stupid. But here is one vid to help you all help me, apparently it happens during the long shot of the beach.
Blakeborough
The latest of Channel 4's 'Hidden Talents' idents has caused no end of discussion in my house. Is it real? Does Jamie Oliver really have a penchant for ping pong?
I think not, but nevertheless very clever and looks realistic. In fact, I'm not entirely sure how it's filmed, as there is no obvious digital trickery, and the camera stays in focus and stationary throughout. Answers on a postcard please.
I have my own theory...bare with me:
J.O lisps away for a bit, walks up to the table and starts 'playing'. I noticed that he only moves his paddle hand right and left, which is pretty easy to do even without looking. I think the other two guys are awesome, and skilled enough to be hitting the ball directly at his paddle. Thusly, Jamie Oliver looks like a pro. Obviously, lots of practice is required here, but I couldn't really see Channel 4 forking out for any kind of computer wizardry that I don't understand.
I could be, and probably am wrong so please disagree.
Doesn't really make me like him any more though.
I grew up half an hour from where Mr Oliver was raised, and my dad enjoyed his childhood literally down the motorway from him. I wish someone to explain to me how he has ended up with a faux 'chim chiminy, chim, chim cher-ee' accent when I haven't. An noone else in Essex has. We may all be common, and have spawned Jodie Marsh, but we're not quite Victorian cockneys.
[Note] Out of interest, I Wikipedia'd where Jodie Marsh was born. One half of my genetic makeup comes from the town responsible for her. Wonderful.
P.S:
In December 2006, Marsh announced her engagement to Brentwood DJ David Doyle, after dating for eleven days. Eschewing the traditional engagement ring, Marsh instead tattooed Doyle's full name on her hand and the couple appeared together in OK! magazine announcing their plan to marry in a fetish ceremony in a dungeon."
Blackett
For the first time since this series began I have had the joy of watching it on the tv screen rather than throught the rather poor definition of the ITV catch up thingy and oh my god there was no difference. Infact watching it on the big screen made me think I could be watching soemthing else on another channel because this was the biggest pile of wank I have watched in a good long time. The problems are numerous with this episode, you would think that with only two more episodes to go they would start tying up a few threads but no. Instead they decided to introduce new ideas such as a Nokia N95 that has an extra transparent flap that serves no purpose and makeup that does not run on Hannah Spearitts face whilst shes drowing but as soon as she starts crying it starts to run as though it were charcoal. Earlier this season we were given the first hint that Hannah was slowly becoming Buffy and this episode she got to do some lovely wire work beating up some sort of future mermaid that looked like a hairless Ludo of Labrynth fame.
It is also becoming more apparent that the writers of this show seem to play alot of computer games. Not only does the CGI look like its straight out of a PS2 game but they seem to see a generic idea and then run with it, this week we had the water level and then from the supposed teaser trailer next week is the sand level. I hope that in the sand they have weapons that are as sand proof as they were water proof tonight.
Blakeborough
Two posts in one day? Crikey. But really, the last one was a mere update.
This is what I really wanted to talk about and I was reminded a few days ago by the Daily Mirror RSS feed;
Polly Hudson.
her. Not only does her column in the Mirror actually have that cringeworthy title, but its full of the kind of dumbed down, celebrity baiting bullshit that seems to infect every aspect of my day to day media enjoyment.
She usually winds me up on a fairly regular basis, but this week she has reminded me of another story that, for me, beggared belief.
Apparently a group of lesbians are unhappy with the term 'lesbian' and have launched a world wide movement to have the term changed to 'gay-elle' As in 'gay', and 'elle' (french for 'she')
According to them, 'lesbian' has become a derogatory term and as such, a name change will obviously solve all these problems.
I wonder whether anyone has realised that if lesbians become 'gayelles', then gay-elle will probably also become derogatory, such is the way of some people's attitudes. Narrowminded people will always use 'gay' or 'lesbian' as some kind of insult- even though it doesn't really make sense to do so- and until their attitudes are changed, whatever you call homosexual people will be used in this negative manner. Its unfortunate, and these people are very sad, but a simple change of term will not work.
ALSO...when I first read this article, 'gayelle' rung a small bell for me somewhere in the recesses of my mind. So I looked it up on trusty interweb:
gayelle-
An arena used for the sport of cock-fighting in the Caribbean. Persons would congregate in the gayelle and gamble by placing bets on one of the two roosters engaged in the cock-fight. the winning animal is the one left alive at the end of the duel.
God only knows why I knew that, but the point is that I feel this whole term change business won't work too well when they want to change 'lesbian' to a term that will affect images of a brutal and undeniably masculine sport instead of lady-love. Sigh. Besides, it sounds stupid. Too much like gazelle. Heaven forefend it will actually turn up in our vocab anytime soon, but I won't be using it.
Anyway, to get back to the point, I hate Polly Hudson. It makes me sad that a vapid, dead-eyed, celebrity-hating (but secretly loving) harrigan like her has a weekly column in a national newspaper. Particularly when I don't.
Blakeborough
I just had to put in one of the complaints received by ITV about the magnificently chested Holly, provided to me courtesy of the wonderful Holy Moly:
"I have just read the piece in the Daily Mail about Holly Willoughby. Your spokes person said you only had 5 complaints about her dress - well here's number 6. I'm fed up with the stupid dresses she inflicts upon us. I'm sick at looking at her boobs. There are 9 million viewers? Well 3 million are probably men ogling her cleavage. I object to this kind of "titilation" taking place on family viewing programmes. Those men could go out and buy an appropriate magazine. And also while I'm writing - I have written before to complain - and no doubt I am the only one - about the stupid drumming that takes place while the newsreaders are trying to tell us the news 6 pm every night. Will you please stop doing this. I have to turn the telly right down because the drumming makes me feel ill."
This quote made me laugh for a good 10 minutes, so it is worthy of sharing.
Blackett
