Journey's End

Without giving anything away, last night's season finale of Doctor Who was just about the best thing I've ever seen on television.

Despite the idiot continuity announcer yammering all over the top of the closing credits.

Dear Auntie

The following suggestion* has been logged with the BBC, for all the good it'll do me.

It's the series finale of Doctor Who. Just for once, at the end of the programme, it would be really nice to hear the closing music without some idiot continuity announcer yammering on over the top of it. After all, why go to the trouble and expense of a new orchestral arrangement if the viewing audience never gets a chance to hear it?

Worth a try.

* Complaint

Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhhh! He's back!

Probably the worst-kept secret in Doctor Who history. After all, they've brought back the Daleks, the Cybermen, the Master, the Sontarans, Sarah Jane Smith and K9. So I guess it was inevitable this guy would show up sooner or later.

iBlog

An experiment. I'm trying - for the first time - blogging from an iPod. Why? Well, because I can. It's more than a little fiddly, but I'm interested to see if it works. Typing on a 3-inch-wide screen is not the easiest way of blogging, I can assure you.

So wrong, it's right

I'm kinda impressed by the fact that he manages to rip off both Warren Zevon and Lynyrd Skynyrd...

Brooooooooooooooooooooce

Phew. The tickets arrived in time. Thanks for making me sweat it though, TicketMaster.

Anyway. It was another great night courtesy of Bruce and the E Street Band. The setlist was a mix of old and new, even including a few audience requests.

No room, sadly, for Thunder Road or 4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy). We did get old favourites like Rosalita, It's Hard to Be a Saint In The City, Badlands, Adam Raised A Cain, and the obligatory blistering Born To Run.

In a two and a half hour* set, I guess you can't get all the songs in that everyone wants to hear. Eight hours might just about do it. But still, wouldn't have missed it for the world. There's a pretty good review here.

* It must be an age thing. I remember when Springsteen shows lasted 4 hours. Eeee, when I were a lad.

Dude, where's my car? And my tickets?

Only a week to go until Bruce Springsteen in Manchester. And finally, today I received confirmation from TicketMaster that my tickets have - at last - been dispatched. Tickets which I ordered in December, I might add. Talk about cutting it fine.

Anyways, can't wait. I've booked the whole of next week off work - well, why not? There has been a slight change of plan though - my friend's car, which was going to be our transport, burst into flames while his wife was driving it one day last week. Fortunately, no-one was injured. Phew.

Despair

There seems to be something about football (or soccer, if you must) that brings out the worst in people in this country.

Last night should have been a night of celebration and joyousness about a Scottish football team achieving heights unknown in recent years. But sadly a handful of alcohol-fuelled nutjobs had to go and spoil the party.

Farewell, Phantom Dan

Danny Federici
January 23, 1950 – April 17, 2008

(Q - (F + D)) + PR

Got my tickets booked for (Queen - (Freddie + Deacy)) + Paul Rodgers at the Glasgow SECC in October. So that's Queen and Springsteen within a six-month period. Not bad, huh? Now, if we can just get the Beatles back together...

Oooooh.

Does this work outside of the UK?

C-Lebrity

Once you get used to the fact that it's Queen + Paul Rodgers*, this is quite promising for the new album...



* More accurately, it's (Queen - (Freddie + Deacy) ) + Paul Rodgers.

Not Long Now

I'm not sure it's healthy to be this excited, but I can't help it...

Britain's Got Talent

You won't find much evidence to support that statement on the TV show of that name, or on The X Factor, or any of those other godawful shows.

But on YouTube - which, as I think we can all agree, is largely filled with crap - it's occasionally possible to unearth a real gem. This, I believe, is a case in point.

Absolutely the last Testicle Game post ever*

I know, I promised I wouldn't do any more of these. But this afternoon I saw Annie Lennox on TV, and it came to me...

Eurythmics: There Must Be an Angel (Playing With My Testicle)**.

* Probably.
**Which - I guess - means I have to allow the Regina Spektor one after all. It's only fair.

It's About Time

I have a good feeling about this...

Round Two

I forgot this one*.

Queen: Sheer Testicle Attack

Talking of Queen...

*I'm not going to do any more of these, I promise.

The Testicle Game

Ignore the following unless drunk.

I invented a new game today. Think of a song with the word 'Heart' in the title. Then replace 'Heart' with 'Testicle'. Take it in turns to come up with song titles, and the winner is whoever comes up with the title that gets the biggest laugh.

To play this game, you will need the following:

Lots of alcohol. Er, that's it.

Here are a few possibilities:

Yes: Owner of a Lonely Testicle
Bonnie Tyler: Total Eclipse of the Testicle
Billy Ray Cyrus: Achy Breaky Testicle
Elvis Presley: Wooden Testicle
Blondie: Testicle of Glass

but tonight's runaway winner, by virtue of being simultaneously funny and slightly sinister:

My Testicle Belongs to Daddy

I'm really, really sorry about all of this

Diary

Whilst rooting around in a drawer this afternoon, I found the diaries I kept while I was in prison. I always had the idea at the back of mind that one day I might put them into the form of a blog. Today, I started.

Random

For no reason other than 'I like lists', here is a list of the first 10 songs I heard when I put my iPod on random earlier today.

1. Ryan* Adams - Gonna Make You Love Me
2. Michael Jackson - People Make The World Go 'Round
3. Queen - In the Lap of the Gods
4. The Tears - Fallen Idol
5. Daniel Lanois - Sometimes
6. Beatles - Paperback Writer
7. Queen - The Miracle
8. Bruce Springsteen - Downbound Train
9. Emmylou Harris - Michelangelo
10. Crowded House - Distant Sun

That's about a 90% accurate reflection of my musical tastes - not bad for 'random'.

* Ryan. Not Bryan.