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Looking forward to Friday night, and going to see the reformed Crowded House in concert*. You remember them, don't you? You know, they did that song about the weather. And the other one that went "hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over". Like almost every other band who broke up ten or twenty years ago, they're back. Which is great news for me, because I thought I'd missed my chance to see them play live.

The problem I have is that, when I mention this to many of my younger co-workers, their level of enthusiasm is less than might be hoped for. In fact, zero. Not because they have anything against Crowded House, but because they are too young to remember them from the first time around. "But they only broke up a mere ten years ago," I'll say. "Yes, when I was a mere twelve years old," they'll reply. Dammit. It makes me feel so old.

* All-seated, naturally. I'm not one for this "standing-up" nonsense.

Rock on

Doctor Doctor

I should have thought of posting this earlier.

And this.

Weekend stuff

It's been quite an eventful weekend - by my standards, at least. One of the highlights for me was the Doctor Who segment of the annual Children In Need telethon. If you didn't see it, the picture should tell you pretty much everything you need to know (if you're a fan, anyways).

And then there was the football. Scotland coming painfully close to qualifying for Euro 2008. Close, but no cigar. There can't be any complaints about the way the team played though. The plan for yesterday had been to watch the game on TV in the pub, conveniently situated across the road. Inconveniently, the pub no longer gets the Sky Sports channels. And so began the trek to find a pub which (a) was screening the match and (b) actually had space to accommodate a couple more people. We finally found one, although we were standing right at the door, with a pillar slightly restricting our view of the screen. But still.

And then, the jewel in the crown. Back to the aforementioned pub-across-the-road, to attend a fundraising event for the local womens' volleyball team. Which was nice. Really. Very nice.

Get 'Em Out

Anyone want to guess what's the most popular download out of tonight's shows on British television?

Could it possibly be "Trinny and Susannah Undress The Nation", in which our eponymous heroines assist women around the country with their bra-related issues? Why yes, it just might. Apparently, it's OK to show unfettered boobies on TV before the 9pm watershed, as long as it's in the context of factual programming. If this sounds like a complaint, it certainly isn't. But do we have to call them 'tits'? Seriously?