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Decompression

April 23, 2005

Best way to decompress: Eight episodes of Battlestar Galactica back to back. The new series, not the old heap of crap. Bestest sci-fi TV series, er, evah, I think. Thanks for the DVD loan, Kate. Let's hope I don't get the bends.

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A project to change your life

April 10, 2005

For as long as I can remember I’ve held the dream that one day I would be able to build my own house. As a kid, I would go on holiday with my family down to Cornwall, to The Lizard, (the most southerly point on the British mainland), where we would stay each time on […]

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Bagpuss

February 25, 2005

Bagpuss, dear Bagpuss Old fat furry catpuss Wake up and look at this thing that I bring Wake up, be bright, be golden and light Bagpuss, oh hear what I sing

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Extreme weirdness

February 4, 2005

I went to uni with a guy called Mark Davies. We both did a degree in Geology at the University of Wales, College of Cardiff, graduating in 1993. When I left uni, I moved to London, got a job in publishing and promptly lost contact with most of my fellow geologists. It was no surprise […]

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Keen Eddie

January 28, 2005

Whilst we were in Boston, staying at Itamar's, crw and I watched a few episodes of a series called Keen Eddie, a show about an American detective on secondment to the Metropolitan Police. Now, whilst I have to admit that any show that can crowbar in repeated references to Duran Duran has my vote, enjoying […]

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Guilty secret

January 16, 2005

When I was 18, I totalled my Mum's car. Three months after passing my test on the second attempt, (I failed the first one due to a handbrake turn), I spun my Mum's car, putting it up a bank and into the back of a 'give way' sign. By the time I had finished with […]

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Jacques, Jacques, Jacques your Citroen

November 20, 2004

Best ad on TV since the Honda Cog is the Citroen C4 Transformer ad, where a Citroen C4 turns into a Transformer robot and grooves on down to Jacques Your Body by Les Rhythmes Digitales. From news.com.au: The commercial is part of a new European promotion campaign for the C4 small car and features a […]

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Farewell, John

October 26, 2004

I really can't quite believe it, but John Peel has died, aged only 65, of a heart attack. (Shit! He was 65? I wouldn't have put him a day over 40.) He was in Peru on a working holiday with his wife. To call John Peel 'influential' is a bit like calling the sun 'hot'. […]

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Should I worry about…

October 14, 2004

We're crap at judging risks. People are terrified of flying despite the fact that we're far more likely to get hit by a car than involved in an air crash. More people die each week of cancer than were killed in September 11, yet still the fear of terrorism pervades our society. From salmon scares […]

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Tony Blair's got no bits!

October 1, 2004

Just watching the lunchtime news on the BBC who are reporting Tony Blair's heart op today. The report used a graphic explaining how the surgeons are going to stuff a pipecleaner in his thigh which they will then guide carefully up to his heart in order to then remove the small defect that's causing the […]

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Spacedaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

September 28, 2004

Three DVDs. Out-takes. Extended scenes. Extra footage. Stuff. Bliss. Bliss on toast. Stating the obvious was always my strong point.

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The Real Accordion Guy

August 19, 2004

See, Joey might well pretend to be some cute Tucows 'Technical Community Development Coordinator', but I know the truth: The real Accordion Guy

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Oh no, that time of year again

May 15, 2004

Yes, that's right. It's Eurovision night. Currently some Spanish-sounding chap is wailing like a banshee with a red hot poker up the jacksie. Sadly, I don't have control over the remote so I fear I am destined to suffer until… oh no… it doesn't finish until gone 11pm. *kills self* Please, gods, someone put them […]

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