Boys

Boys I love a little too much. Guy, Noah, and ol’ Russ.

Delicious vampire from the pilot of being human: Guy Flanagan

I’m hoping he’s a self googler this Guy Flanagan from Being Human because… well… oh my god…

Airborne Toxic Event’s Noah. On the right.

Noah doing some speaking.

Russell Brand. I don’t love him. In fact I slightly detest him. But he’s quite intoxicating. A guilty pleasure alright? Don’t judge me.

I saw him last night.  Here he is

Fuck you media

What a week.

Adam gets blown up in Spooks; Russell Brand resigns due to the whirlwind of Daily Mail style moralising and outrage; and now David Tennant quits Doctor Who. So a big Fuck You to the media post coming up.

Ironic considering I technically am the media, this is the media (a teeny tiny part of it), I work in the media, and generally munch my way through a lot of media all day every day… nom nom nom I go. But today took the fecking arsing biscuit.

Today I was progressing nicely from Denial to Anger to Bargaining in my five stages of grief at the untimely loss of the lovely Adam Carter from Spooks on Monday. I’ve reached Depression now safe in the knowledge that I waited a full year for this episode and it ends with a ridiculously teeny bomb that would have killed hardly any kiddies at all. Fine. Thanks BBC. I’m fine about it really. No no, honestly I am. Liked your CGI car bomb. NOT. But why not have him stub his toe and die of septicemia? Or fall of a step ladder doing some DIY?

Oh then iplayer, who NEVER email me, suddenly decide to taunt me today with the subject line

Will Spooks’ Adam make it out alive?

Well the answer’s no isn’t it? Because IF YOU KNEW ME AT ALL you would know that I’ve already watched both episodes on your stupid yet marvelous iplayer and know that he’s dead, dead, dead. Anyway… ahem. Moving swiftly on.

The whole Russell-Ross-Manuel-affair. I mean blimey. Words (almost) fail me. News coverage has left me despairing and wondering where all the people with common sense have disappeared to. I particularly liked the humourless transcripts printed in The Sun and how the poor girl felt too tramutised to continue her burlesque show in Europe but found enough strength to have a chat to The Sun and The Mail on Sunday.

Oh how the media love a ‘national scandal’ (quote ITV news at 10). Bored newsrooms up and down the land sick to death of the arsing credit crunch, or desensitsed by any number of the horrific wars going on this very moment must rub their hands with delight at the chance to tear down a couple of foolish telly celebrities like a pack of crazed kiddies that have had too much Sunny-D.

Anyway urban blog recounts the whole grizzly affair. Do have a read. And then laugh or weep at the idiocy of it all.

Last but definitely not least the wonderful, charming, delicious, funny, and other superlative adjectives but not forgetting beautiful David Tennant is quitting Doctor Who. We all knew this. We all knew that Moffet taking over would mean a whole change of, well everything. But to announce it today of all days? That’s just bad form. If there are any Kurt Cobain style suicides tomorrow I wouldn’t be surprised. But that would probably only end up buried on page 7 while the braying idiots spew righteous venom about Brand quitting all over the front pages while the world rolls on towards catastrophic climate change, or bankruptcy. But who cares about that boring news? LOL!!??!!1one!!. Fuck you media

Who’s funnier?

I listen to Russell Brand’s bizare radio show on bbc radio two via the power of listen again interweb loveliness. But this week Noel Fielding was the guest host. The previously shambolic student style radio show was turned upside down and become perhaps even more chaotic.

Listen again at www.bbc.co.uk/radio2

For the time being here they are trying to out funny each other backstage at the Secret Policemen’s ball. Noel definitely wins.