Last Train To Transcentral

I will probably do live blogging of tomorrow’s results, because I don’t have to get up early on Friday, and I’m also very sad. No alcohol for this election!

Just a thought — will this be one of the first elections in memory where people are voting for the party in spite of the Prime Minister? I mean, half the country made have hated Thatcher and are eagerly building dancefloors, I can’t imagine many of her detractors voting for her in 1987…

currently playing: Stars – what i’m trying to say

Election Special Super Edition!

One of the reasons why I haven’t been writing so much about the UK General Election is that I can’t seem to get a handle on it (those of you at the back who point out that I didn’t have much of one on the US election and it didn’t seem to stop me — hohoho. The men with blunt metal poles will meet you out back). I can’t help but feel that Labour are going to win, again. And I want them to. I want the Thatcherism-with-a-Dalek-face-controlled-by-John-Howard-as-Davros version of the Conservative Party stopped in its tracks. On the other hand, I want Labour humbled, so that they have to listen to their backbenchers for once. And, seeing as how the Lib Dems are still not in a position to be the Opposition, it leaves me conflicted.

Anyway, the story today is how the national polls are overshadowing the key marginal races. Across the country, Labour is slaughtering all-comers, but in the hotly-contested seats, things are much closer. The Guardian is reporting that the Labour majority may be slashed to double figures on May 5th, and that all sides will probably face losses in marginal seats. Michael Howard is looking reasonably secure, leading the Lib Dem challenger by 45% to 38% (but how funny would that be?), as is David Davis. There probably won’t be too many surprises on the night, it seems.

So what can we expect from Thursday? Don’t ask me! You know my track record! (Labour win, majority down to 60. Or thereabouts. ID cards to be handed out the next day…)

currently playing: Kenickie — Come Out 2Nite

It's Like Buses

You spend so long without British sci-fi being around, then it all comes at once! This weekend saw the transmission of the most-anticipated episode of Doctor Who so far, Dalek, and the release of the film version of Douglas Adams’ The  Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy. Madness! Insanity! The Conservative Manifesto! (ahahaha. Ha. Dies)

Dalek was mostly awesome. A few clunky lines, but worth it to see the Doctor completely losing his head over the Last Enemy. "YOU-WOULD-MAKE-A-GOOD-DALEK!" and "I-AM-ALONE!" Choice Dalek dialogue! Okay, so yes, The Power of Love saved the day, but still, a great episode, and I'm loving the Damaged Doctor approach this series is taking…

The Guide is surprising both very faithful to the source material and completely contradictory, a rather Adams-like quality. Many of the jokes from the book are transferred straight to the screen, although some ended up being a little mangled in the translation. In an attempt to give the story a plot, there's a dodgy kidnap-and-rescue plot inserted with the subtlety of a Vogon invasion fleet, but it does give rise to the swat jokes, which are probably one of the best visual gags of the film. Oh, and Love Conquers All again — it's definitely not as cynical as the books.

The Guide itself is underused. Stephen Fry's voiceovers, coupled with Flash-like animations for the Guide entries are easily the highlight of the film, even if they haven't changed very much from the book/radio versions. There's something wrong with the rest of the cast, though. Martin Freeman's Arthur Dent is inconsistent and bland, Bill Nighy puts on a Bill Nighy performance, that, with the addition of a few bad jokes, appears to be identical to the one in Love, Actually, and I'm still trying to work out why John Malkovich is even in the film. Mos Def mumbles quite a bit, but him, Alan Rickman, and Zooey Deschanel (Almost Famous! that's where she's from!) give the best performances in a very messy film that ambles around aimlessly. Like the book, it has little plot, but unfortunately, it doesn't quite have the charm and playfulness of Adams' earlier version.

Oh, except for one scene involving the Infinite Improbability Drive…

currently playing: New Order – All the way



currently playing: Amerie — One Thing

TOM CRUISE? Oh, Katie, Katie, Katie…

It’s one week until Election Day! Woo-hoo! I have been greatly impressed by Michael Howard’s attempt to try and make people vote against Tony Blair because…well, he smells or something. Oh and he lied. Not that Howard was ever against the War at any point, and of course, the Conservatives were very critical of the Government for not rushing in before fighting broke out.

You have to feel sorry for them, really. They’re desperately trying to show that they’d spend at least as much money on hospitals and education, turning their backs on eighteen years of Thatcherism, and their once-great trump card of “Labour will run the country into the ground and there will be dead bodies overflowing onto the streets” doesn’t work after eight fairly decent years under Labour. Their only hope, it appears, is to runs as far to the right as possible, trying hard not to be racist, but giving enough leeway to make them seem attractive to those who would consider voting BNP/NF/UKIP. I’m trying to feel a little sorry for them. On the other hand, I would really like a Lib Dem opposition…

We’ve had a few leaflets delivered for our non-event of an election next week (if Tony Baldry isn’t re-elected, there will be lots of hats eaten). Firstly - the Lib Dems need to hire a graphic designer. I know, I know, substance-over-style and all that, but come on: about four different fonts, images in a layout that looked as if it had been ‘helped’ by MS Word, and obvious “INSERT LOCAL BITS HERE” text. Just horrible.

I do love reading leaflets from the far-right parties. It makes me smile to spot all the spelling and grammatical errors they’ve made while calling for the expulsion of foreigners from our lands. Also! Fun policies! UKIP will pull us out of the EU immediately and station the army outside the Channel Tunnel - JUST IN CASE! The National Front will kick out ‘left-wing subversion in our schools, trade-unions, and mass-media”, as well as banning all imports. That’ll work out well when we run out of petrol. But I’m sure they have a plan. The prize, though, goes to the BNP, who, obviously saw the fox-hunting fight as a challenge. If elected, the BNP will outlaw opinion polls. A round of applause, please, for making the concept of yogic flying sound sensible.

Also, a leaflet from Your Party, whose raison d’etre is “tell us what you want us to do. We have no policies.” I mean, you have to admire the idea of representing the people, but come on, you have to stand for something! You might as well be an Auton…

But! I shall leave you with a picture for my sister, who has learnt to love the thought of this man dancing in a dress during the past few days…

currently playing: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Where The Wild Roses Grow


For fighting and winning (this round at least) against a RIAA court order!

currently playing: Smashing Pumpkins – 1979

DVD Authoring!

I got the proof my of my DVD chapter today! Admittedly, it’s all in German, but it does look fancy and professional…

currently playing: Smashing Pumpkins – Thirty-Three

Link Thing by Amerie

Consumers feel frustrated by legal music downloads! Music industry whistles…

The Bush Administration continues to have some fun and games while recasting the White House in the manner of Boss Tweed.

Make fire with just a can and some chocolate! (You can eat the chocolate afterwards too)

Yay for Benedict VIII. Or perhaps not.

Doctor Who update: I’m glad they’re not having Keith Boak back next series. He just can’t handle action scenes. But! UNIT! A classic Who cliffhanger resolved in ten seconds! And the promo for next week! NERD-GLEEEE! “WHY DON’T YOU JUST DIE!?!”

(Ian has been replaced by a gibbering loon. Stop sniggering, Judas.)

(Yes, this week, I will be doing Lee & Herring catchphrases.)

currently playing: Clor — Love + Pain

A Question

Does T4 hold incriminating photographs on Simon Popworld? I had the misfortune to switch on the TV to The Morning After Show this afternoon (yes, even the title’s a mistake), and he had this “please, will somebody shoot me, and put an end to this unbearable pain?” look in his eyes. But still, the little spat between him and The World’s Smuggest Pop Star was quite amusing (Mr. Daniel Beddingfield, who seemed to think that he could say ‘I’m a bachelor’ to explain why he has a toilet in his bedroom. Daniel, I think, even with the ways that record companies avoid paying you money, that you could probably afford a separate bathroom…).

I apologise for the lack of updates this week. I have a few ideas for next week, and I’ll try and get the avatar code fixed as well. Plus the usual bobbins and stealing other people’s material. And then I got off the bus…aaaah!

currently playing: Eminem – Just Lose It


Cinnamon rolls! Or: what I baked today...