Ding, Dong, Verily the festive listings are riven with...

Lots of Tennant treats. I'll readily admit that though I adore David Doctor Who leaves me colder than the arctic in January (though lets face it global warming is making that feat increasingly easy) so its nice to see that this year there is more to Tennant watching than Daleks and killer trees.There's Hamlet, a real treat for those of us who missed out on the stage version ( and you can record it or buy it and keep the memory forever), Q.I which I adore anyway for the excellent Stephen Fry (should be Sir Stephen!) though I'll like that claret velvet suit and its contents a lot more! There's Catherine Tate's Christmas Special and Alan Carr. Not to mention Radio highlights like Desert Island Discs, something nice to wake up to and just in case your thinking 'Wake up to, at 11.15!' remember it is Christmas and I come from a family who slept through the great storm of 87, just show me a soft flat surface... Although just in case your finding it hard to doze off there's always bedtime stories on Cebeebies read by guess who... Provided you don't mind tucking yourself in at 6.50. Just be prepared for someone else to have eaten your mince pies and tippled your Brandy when you wake up! Well a merry Christmas to all I shan't be sending any big boxes of Chocolates out by the way you never do know what people will do with them!

Well done Rupie...

http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2009/nov/29/rupert-everett-madonna-carole-cadwalladr

Look to the end.

Still here...

Yes I know I've been phenomenally lax about blogging but I've been busy either making altered art or waiting for now parcels to arrive (I'm waiting for one at the moment). Never the less I keep meaning to put something on. For instance the worlds smallest pie which might have said it was for one person or a family of anorexics which insisted that "This handmade pie has been loved since it was little more than a splodge of dough in the higgidy kitchen. We hope you love it too!" Of course I usually express my love by eating things where else do you think the pets went... Che was right Cat is a terrible meat and stringy.... Ahh belated birthday salutations by the way to David Tennant. How can you not love anyone who can't understand Twitter (do you twitter everything or are you selective? I'm on the loo. I've fallen down a man hole. -that's because you were twittering- Ohh and yes I do know Stephen Fry's on it and yes he is a national treasure but if I did all the same things as people I admire I'd be very busy not to mention a stalker) and thinks astrology is nonsense and people who text the news have nothing to say. I'm looking forward to his post Doctor Who work as after all he's a very talented actor and I would be nice to see him use his full range... As you can imagine I love the thought of a Hamlet film, didn't get to see it on the stage and that's really rather lucky as I can't quite buy into on stage performances besides the only time I would have wanted to go (around my birthday) it wasn't him I would have seen. Now lets see if I can think of anything else to talk about this Saturday...? And for all the Twitter (or first four words applicable) readers out there, I'm sitting down. On a chair.

Oscar who...?

Ahhh haa not just people in Mumbai who are left clueless by the Oscars I've never watched them and don't imagine that I don't love beautiful dresses and all but frankly I just can't bring myself to care. Stick thin actresses drag themselves weeping and broken to the podium and then thank people I couldn't care less about. This afternoon on the local news they were stopping people to ask them how they felt about Kate Winslets (local girl) award and all of the gushed on and on about how they had watched every minute and cried. One woman clutching the bar of her pub as if she couldn't find strength to stand unaided cried out "Who would have believed it, she's come so far!" For God sake she's only acting not healing with her touch. I shudder to think what Jesus'es neighbours would have had to say if they were interviewed. Still if you take your clothes off often enough your bound to get one of two things an award or a dressing gown.
Lifes to short to watch the Oscars or for that matter the Baftas, the Emmys or the pointless twat awards .

This sceptered Isle..

For some imponderable reason Ocado our food delivery company insists on including a free copy of The Times with every order. We wouldn't read it if our lives depended on it and to be frank this has as much to do with it's quality as with our political views. I have learnt more from the back of cereal packets than from flicking through the pages of this newspaper. After a few thin editorials about George Bush, the financial crisis and why the Scots are a bunch of dangerous murdering bastards who can detect somehow "a brief period of childhood spent in Cheltenham." (heres a film idea 'The Sasanak sense') They gave up and spent five pages considering what Michelle Obama would wear to the inauguration. More pages than they used to describe the current situation in Gaza. I suspect that if one popped up in their news room and asked them what they thought of the troubles in the Middle East they would truthfully answer "Ohh I've never heard of that designer, are they new?" Then written another four pages on how the new first Lady would be wearing a chic little number from up and coming, ultra-trendy design house Trouble in the Middle East.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night...!

Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. To David Tennant, hope you feel well soon but don't rush to return to work if your not ready. Your fans will hopefully understand and your family wouldnt want to see you exhaust yourself.
This year saw the election of Americas first black president, as someone of mixed race parentage myself I can only say that I am proud and pleased by this news. When you think that segregation existed only forty years ago and slavery still existed in America only one hundred years before that it's nice to see how far the world has come.
This Christmas will not be a happy occasion for many people and we must remember that.
On a fickle note then eat, drink, be merry.... And mother hopefully will enjoy the gift I give her.... Sadly it isn't quite what she would have hoped for but how do you wrap Bryan Ferry exactly?

Mum has been ex-communicated.

We now await the Inquisition with the dreaded comfy chair . What do I mean ? Mum has been banned from the unofficial Bryan Ferry fan-site for slightly critical comments. She is now a political agitator and expects support from Amesty .She is stitching a dress in black and white and becoming a Quaker ..oh now she already is one . There she was in 1972 an innocent lass only to become the most hated fan of all time it would seem , there's a fear of association with her kind I think in case the great God hears and a fan doesn't get an autograph from the almighty .I reckon I might shun her or spray her with something in case she spreads . She says that is fine so long as it's "Baghari" . Mum Dad doesn't read my blog so it's no good dropping hints.