Posts tagged: Eastenders
People are often surprised when I tell them I am an avid watcher of Eastenders. They expect me to have a broader, more high brow approach to television. The events in the fictional Walford, are perhaps rather too much in the realm of common denominator TV. So what appeals to me so much about this soap? I am sure I have mentioned it before (Eastenders is a regular occurring theme on this blog and I am surprised I have not created a separate sub category!). It is not the gritty hard hitting story lines. It is actually the losers in loserville (Garry Hobbs was a stand out favourite, until his rather romantic exit, in August 2009). I suppose I just take some strange enjoyment from seeing life’s losers depicted on screen on a regular basis. Back in September 2005, I posted about the amazing Salsa Magic from Latin love machine – José! Well in recent weeks, they bought in another minor character (but in this case for a much shorter run than our dear dance teacher from Dagenham). My mind was jolted by this blog entry on the Guardian website. Now it was something else to risk introducing a character for just two episodes but to give her name Poppy Meadow, I am sure an eight year old could have thought up a more appropriate name. However, while she was on screen, there was some strange fascination (almost like watching a car crash in slow motion) to see how low the script writers could sink. Having said that, the sub plot was rather funny, as the dialogue just did not go anywhere, the chemistry between Meadow and her best friend, regular Jodie Gold, proved to be rather electric. There was a spark, perhaps not that strong, but there was enough of that on screen magic, that you wanted to know more. Well, I personally wanted to know more, particularly why she had trekked across from Shepherd’s Bush to visit her friend in Walford on the day of a funeral. If this was an event having in my home town (and I was so closely connected to the family) I would have spent the time elsewhere.
Unfortunately all the clips have been taken off YouTube and it was too long ago for me to try and get some screen grabs from iPlayer. My digital TV card died years ago and was donated to a friend soon afterwards. Thanks to some other websites, we even have a profile over on Talk Walford. Although as a rule, I tend to avoid sites such as these for the fear of reading spoilers. I am a strong believer in the mantra – if you know what is going to happen, what is the point of watching? My only hope is that Poppy is brought back soon, there is the huge potential there, even if not as a potential love interest for Tamwar. (Personally I feel she could do better than Walford’s answer to Jamie Oliver!)
GREEK is a show I cannot miss and last week was a treat. Dale was going through a period of being an atheist (which was just hilarious to watch). If that alone was not enough, he was trying out an online relationship with Vampire Girl 69. Calvin recommends that both Dale and Rusty get out try dating in the real world. Dale’s response to this just had me in stitches. Calvin asks the question, “When did you become T-Pain?”. I should have realised that this was going to be a stellar episode based on purely the title, “The Dork Knight”. Genius, pure genius!
I thought this week’s episode (screened in the US on Monday, downloaded by millions across the globe on Tuesday) was going to be Dale lite, but he made an appearance towards the end, with more classic one liners. The one I can actual post on my blog – “A girl without a college education should really learn to be less picky!”. I am curious to know if the Beeb will be showing season two or three on BBC3. Perhaps it was dropped after poor ratings for the first season. Shame, because I know a lot of people would enjoy watching it here in the UK. There were other lines but as I cannot repeat them here, you can just check out the tweets out there for all the world to read.
I did not think they could do it, but the Beeb came up with their most comic episode of Eastenders yesterday, since Thursday 11th June this year. If you want to discuss the finer points from the episode over on Walford Web. Highlights included Heather’s pregnancy, Pat & Peggy wasted in the ice cream van (they stole) and Billie Jean by the late King Of Pop playing in the Vic, while Billy and Jean had a lunch date. That was a pure stroke of genius by the producers I have to say and it was my youngest sister Julie that actually picked up on it. I suppose I would have got there eventually but it was rather subtle, as background music goes. Although I am not sure if it was planned like that or if Jay is supposed to have put it on the jukebox. Overall an excellent episode which restored my faith in the soap. Yes, there has to be the dark and depressing storylines, the soap has to reflect real life but it is sometimes just as important to get the funny stories in. I just hope packing them all into a single episode on a Tuesday does not leave them light for the rest of the month or even year!
I am acclimatizing to life back at home with my family. I am slowly getting my room back to the normality it was in in August last year. Although so far that has involved just getting my PC back up and running and clearing a great deal of paperwork into the correct files. The job hunt has been hard and I suppose today I hit the brick wall when motivation dips to an all time low. I will keep going and I have plenty to look forward to in the next few weeks. Thankfully with the support of my friends and family I am getting through and trying to stay positive. I suppose not many people realise that I am back in Wycombe, until now as I make it common knowledge on the blog. Yes, it is not ideal but I would rather be here than anywhere else right now. Plus there are benefits, such as Sky Sports and cooked food. Could I ask for any more? Well yes a return to 8meg broadband would be nice but I am coping with 2meg at the moment, will see how long it lasts.
I had drafted three to four lines for my post on Friday early evening and was all set to complete the post later that night but my weekend changed dramatically over the case of a few hours. I will try and fill in the blanks where I can but overall a very good weekend, when I originally had very little planned. Why is it that when you decided you are going to spend as little money as possible over the weekend, you end up spending a shed load?
Do you watch Eastenders? It is no secret that I am a diehard fan. Usually the comedy is reserved for Friday night episodes but the Beeb outdid themselves on Thursday night with a great episode and perhaps one of the funniest I have seen in several years. Okay, it is a British soap set in a fictional East London borough, so we are limited on how far they can stretch the material but they still come out with some classics. Tamwar has suddenly overtaken both Gary and Minty (the local losers) to become my favourite character. Perhaps because I a British Asian and the scene is very familiar (although not quite something I can immediately relate to (as I stated on my Facebook status update, minutes after the show had aired – I am several light years away from bringing a girl home to meet the folks). Tamwar plays the annoying younger brother (too intelligent for his own good) very well. He is the time of person you have to keep gagged or when he does speak you just put your head in your hands. His classic line from this episode was, “Barbara Striensand is not commericialised rubbish, she’s the voice of a generation.”. It had me close to tears. The boy is a legend and the script writers on the show are really letting him fill his boots. You can read more on the Walford Web forums, although I tend to avoid such sites as I do not want spoilers. Okay, the girl jumping out of the closet, was rather cheesy but still had me laughing out loud. As much as I wish a glamorous girl would drop out of my wardrobe into my lap, it is not going to happen. Although of course I do live in hope (and greater hope that it is not Preeya Kalidas)
My Friday night was pretty much going to be text book. Watch some television well just Eastenders, then go and and update the blog and then catch a movie before going to sleep. Saturday was going to be a chilled out day, although I had to complete the rest of my review with Adam at the gym from 9.30am. That would soon change but more on that later. Around 6.30pm, I got a bell at the door, I was not expecting anyone. I thought maybe someone had hit number 38 by mistake. When I picked up the intercom telephone, it was a familiar voice. “Food delivery”. I opened the door.
A pleasant surprised and completely unexpected. I had mentioned in an e-mail to Preeti earlier that day that I was feeling unwell. As usual, being a bloke I perhaps over exaggerated a minor flu with a major disease. I think what made it worse was I then explained what I would be eating that evening (Korma, with ready made sauce). The response was I should not eat something so unhealthy, get down the shops and buy something healthier. Suggestions were made.She had arrived with vegetable noodles and would cook them for me (although I think I should have been forced off the sofa and into the kitchen to cook them myself. That would have taught me a good lesson) I want to thank my dear friend, Preeti for thinking of me in Newbury, while she worked in her air-conditioned office in the London village. The thought was enough but to trek over and make food was a very pleasant surprise. I do not think I can express in words on this blog I grateful I truly am.
After Eastenders (an episode which did live up to the comedy value of Thursday evening) I suddenly decided that it would be a good idea to go to Tesco for food shopping. Off we went and rushed around before heading back. (I will gloss over the fact I left my wallet at home, causing much embarrassment at the checkout). Back at the flat, I packed away the food and it was movie time. Although there were limited options, the movie chosen was Confessions Of A Shopaholic. Predictable beyond belief itself, I found it not as funny as I would have hoped. The main character was just too fickle for me. The only good thing to come out of the movie, is the song Stuck With Each Other by Shontelle featuring Akon. It was gone 11pm by the time the film finished and Preeti had missed her last train home. Never mind, these things happen, so I dropped her home and then got back to Newbury at coming close to 2am, completely shattered and more importantly having not written a single word for my blog entry. It would have to wait until Saturday. (Day being the operative word there!)
Waking up to glorious sunshine does make it easier to get out of bed. I got up around 8am and after breakfast, got ready. I had to be the gym for a 9.30pm review with Adam but I got there early. Thirty minutes early and went for a ten minute warm up on the cross trainer before going through the abs part of my programme. It was hard work but good to have a variety of new exercises. Not sure about a tri-set but we shall see how it goes, I left the gym just after 10am and headed back to the flight, making a list in my mind of all the tasks I wanted to get done during the rest of the day. After a big breakfast (I had only had cereal before I left) I made a start. It was the big clear out of all the rubbish and then I jumped on the computer to catch up on the latest, well latest on everything.
Around midday I decided I would go back to Wycombe and check out the Marlow Regatta. It was a complete spur of the moment thing, with the sunshine and the thought of domestic chores not being as appealing as they had been the previous night. So I rang home, spoke to my sister and explained I would be on my way home shortly. An hour later I left Newbury for Wycombe, taking minimal luggage, an overnight bag and a few bits I needed to return. When I got home, I found my sisters, Samantha and Julie baby sitting Catalina. She had hidden under the blanket on the sofa! It was good to be home, on this rather unplanned tripped. I had a load of post to go through and opened it up on the sofa while watching a bit of Disney Channel followed by some music television. It was at this point, Ryan rang and we arranged to head over to Marlow. I would drive and pick him up at 4pm. I had an hour or so to sort myself out. What would I do, jump on the desktop computer of course!
I picked Ryan up as planned and headed to Marlow. It was busy, as expected but we found a spot in the Liston Road Car Park quite quickly, once a old dear moved out of the parking bay. She apologised and explained she had not been reserving the spot for anyone else. We headed down the high street, into the park and into the main area behind the sports centre. This was my first visit to Marlow Regatta in a decade. Yes, the last time I had been here was back in 1999 (my favourite year of all time) when I took was a teeny bopper, like most of the group here now. Although on a pure technically Marlow Regatta of course has moved to Dorney Lake as of 2001 and I was actually attending, Marlow Town Regatta although only diehard rowing fans would know the difference between the events and the location of the Marlow Regatta not being in Marlow. It was a strange trip down memory, so much had changed, yet so much had stayed the same. Sure it was busier and the kids walking around looked much younger, there was greater police presence and there was a strange brick walk on the grass, which I could not even recall from my previous visita few weeks ago. We walked around for a while in the sunshine before decided to go to the cafe and finding it was very quite, headed to the Sainsbury’s Local in the High Street to get some beverages and snacks. In a blanket attempt to cover their licence, all members of staff were asking for identification. I was still rather surprised when the lady posed the polite question, “Do you have your ID with you?” I laughed and then when I revealed my age to be nearly twenty eight, I am sure she was more embrassessed than me. We headed to the park, found a spot and took in the late afternoon sun. We were a few metres away from my old school friend Ruth Louise, now married with young toddler. Although perhaps I would have approached her and said hello, I did not feel the conversation would have lasted beyond, “what you doing now?”. My sister Julie was there with a group of friends, who waved at me across the park, but soon got up and left to go elsewhere. Big brother was obviously cramming the style of the fifteen year old motley crew.
It was good to catch up with Ryan and tell him about my day at Alton Towers, the previous weekend. It was then he mentioned he still had the ticket from our first visit together in June 1998. I had to take a photograph. I actually share a lot in common with Ryan, in the sense he took likes to hold onto receipts and tickets in this way because they defo a single moment in time. A date, a time, so you can remember what you were doing, who you were with and then the memories come flooding back, what you were listening to, the list goes on. That would explain my obsessiveness over this blog but that is perhaps a whole post in itself.
Around 6.30pm, we headed into the funfair area to check out some of the rides but thought it best to get some food. Well Ryan wanted food around 7pm but I wanted a little longer. Rather than go for a greasy burger from one of the fans, we headed into town. The queue for the Slug & Lettuce was very long and we would find out later that they were charging for entrance. We were going to go to Pizza Express but that too was busy, so we opted for Chinese at The Coach & Horses. It was very busy, after we had ordered, I was busy talking to Ryan, when a young blonde girl came along and knocked my drink over, sending ice all over the table and onto the floor. I am perhaps making it sound more dramatic than it actually was. In anycase, she did quickly apologise, caught the glass before it hit the floor and then her boyfriend apologised and bought me a fresh drink. A few minutes later we moved to a dry table. It was just one of those things that happens. No harm done.
It started to rain as we finished our food and we were half debated whether to go back to Wycombe. We had to wait for Trev, he was working in Maidenhead until 9.30pm and would not get into Marlow until close to 10pm on the train. When we got back to the funfair, I called Trev and he insisted we stay. He would meet us in The Prince Of Wales at 10pm. We had been given our orders.
Ryan wanted to go on a ride, for me anything would be a let down in comparison to Alton Towers last weekend. It was a The Terminator and Mr. Buckle felt rather uneasy when we got off, it had been a crazy ride, that also went backwards! We walked around the fair for a bit longer and noticed that in the main park area at the back it was quite busy with several police on horseback. Ryan had a sit down on a bench. The young guy around 16 behind him, was in an worst state, lying on the grass. I bought Ryan a 7Up from the the burger van and he felt a little better. It must have been around 9pm, many people were heading home, but some were sticking around. There seemed to be some sort of commotion towards the sports centre but we did not stick around to watch. We headed back to the funfair to just to take a walk around and kill some time.
Around 9.30pm, we headed to The Prince Of Wales. It was absolutely rammed and we had to use the side entrance, as there was a band in situ by the main double doors. When I eventually got served, I ordered two orange juices but the barmaid started boring a pint of Heinken (the worlds most popular beer apparently). I quickly stopped her and explained that I had ordered two OJs. Annoyed, she went back and go the drinks and then duly slammed them onto the bar. Great service. As we went outside onto the porch, we were just started to talk before Trev appeared. He went in to get his drinks. Wayne had joined us by now and we caught up with his day. He of course had been in the members enclosure and as he (as well as Trev) are known by the former Mayor they could have both could have been in the Champagne Tent this afternoon. However, Trev had to work and I do not think Wayne was that bothered, although he looked rather damper in his suite and bright white tie. Making the rest of us look like a bunch of slobs.
Around 10.40pm, I had to make a move, it had been a long day. I offered both Wayne and Trev a lift. These were accepted but Wayne disappeared to see some friends by the time we got to Subway, so I dropped off Trev, then Ryan before finally getting home just after 11pm. I was shattered and after a cup of tea, went straight to bed.
Stop me when this starts to sound too familiar. I had originally planned to leave Wycombe around 11am but did not get into the car until 12:25pm. I had spent the morning going through various bits and bobs of admin, stuff that I could avoid nolonger. As I put on Radio 1, they played Knock You Down by Keri Hilson. If there was one song that can propel an artist of unknown backing singer to international superstar, this was it. I got to Newbury, unpacked my things, got changed into my gym gear and headed out the door. I checked my watch, one hour and one minute had passed since I had left Wycombe. I wanted to make sure I got a good session under my belt, particular as the weekend had been rather disjointed. I was in the gym for a good few hours, working on my legs (super sets are killers) and then trying out my abs programme for the first time in full. I was completely shattered and headed back to the flat planning how to spend the rest of my afternoon. There was no point in staying inside on such a lovely day, so I headed out around 4pm to read my book in the park. It was beautiful, the sun out brightly with only the odd cloud to spoil the day. I spent an hour out there before I had to return to the flat and get online. I had to blog and also had to get a few things done before getting some food.
I watched a little of the Confederations Cup on BBC3. Spain demolishing New Zealand before putting on an ITV situation comedy. Another Saturday night out meant I missed episode three of Mumbai Calling, so I had downloaded it on the computer during the morning back at Wycombe and brought it to Newbury on my USB stick. I have given up on ITV Player. Although the plugin does work on XBMC, no episodes appear for this Indian based comedy call centre show. It has got slightly better, but only ever so slightly. I will endure the show until the end and then make a final decision. Plus with only GREEK to watch during the week, it is not like I have a stack of other shows to watch. Afterwards I spent a little time online before making my first ever cup of Horlicks and reading my book in bed before drifting off to sleep. A very good weekend, with a lot mileage covered but more than that, good company, good times and some good fun!
Friday is finally here and I have a weekend of two halves. More on that later, for now let me focus on the week that is slowly drawing to a close. Work wise been extremely busy not making it to the gym until nearly 6.30pm on both Monday and Wednesday evening. You know how I am, any change to the routine is a difficult pill to swallow but I face the challenges as they come. As usual I come to Friday evening and have to think hard about noteworthy events to mention.
Pav has generally been very annoyed that my online presence this week has been non-existent, even to the point of updating his Facebook status yesterday evening at at 20:24 with, “wondering where the hell “terry” is…”. I was of course watching (like several million other UK residents) the last few minutes of an hour long Eastenders special. It was a great episode but even I, a harden Eastenders fan was disappointed with the ending. While I was browsing the Beeb blogs (as I do most lunchtime in the office) I hoped over to the BBC iPlayer message boards and found not one but two threads about last night’s episode. Looks like the Beeb’s flagship show will be losing some viewers. Totally the wrong outlet to vent your spleen though, these type of threads are best placed on the Points Of View message board or alternatively on Digital Spy. I appreciate that the writers of soaps have a great deal of power and this may have been one of those power trips gone a step too far. I agree that soaps have to be gritty and real (to a certain degree) but they must reflect the good times, the happiness as well as the sadness.
Greek was back on the television, well on the other side of the pond on Monday night. Watching it last night (I had no time on Tuesday evening after Chuck and Heroes and then there was World Cup Qualifying on Wednesday evening, so even The Apprentice had to take a hike too). It was like a family member who has been on holiday for an extended period coming back and telling you what they got up to. It really is a great show and I can only see things getting better now in this series. Singer Jesse McCartney guest stars as high school football ace Andy but for me it is always has been about Dale. His problems with his new Canadian flatmate had me in stitches! Even though the ice hockey loving man never gets any screen time!
Fitness wise I have had a rubbish time this week. On Tuesday I went out for a run straight after work at 5pm, however I suggested to my colleague James that we should do the run in the opposite direction, therefore to have an uphill start and re-create the start of the actual 10K run itself. This was just a stupid mistake on my part. The first two miles were all up hill and hard work. Our time dropped to ten minute miles only coming back to nine minute miles on the flat. My legs were giving up at this time and when we got into town, I had to stop. While working through town we were spotted by a colleague. He happened to be on the phone so just waved. The rumour would get through the office that Andrew was just “walking” on his Tuesday evening run. I have no problem taking the stick, as long as those dishing it out are going to get their running shows and join me on the last Sunday of May. Yesterday, I lasted only six minutes on the treadmill before I had to slow down to a jog. Today was even worse, I lasted about three miles before my legs just packed in and I had to stop and walk the rest of the way back to the flat. I may go out again tomorrow evening, depends how I feel.
What are the master plans for the weekend? Well not a lot on tomorrow. Need to give the flat a good tidy. Now that my vacuum bags arrived this morning, I have no excuses. I also have quite a lot of admin to do and also going to pop over to library to get my West Berkshire discount card. I also have to look at my friends laptop, help a friend join eBay and put a few things up for auction for them. Sunday is the busy part of the weekend. First there is the early morning gym session, after which I will be having my programme reviewed and also starting my first ever free weight programme. Then during the day I’m having a cooking day (with some help from a friend of course). After which I am off to Pinewood Studios to see a new comedy panel show being recorded. Would I Lie To You? will feature new host Rob Brydon (taking over the host seat from Angus Deayton) and team captains – Lee Mack and David Mitchell. I wonder who the guests on each team will be? Larry Lamb anyone? I am really looking forward to my return to Pinewood, my last visit was also thankful to SRO Audiences back in April just under two years ago. Sure it means a very late night on Sunday (the recording ends at 9.50pm) but it is well worth it and best of all the tickets are free!
There are many people whom I wish actually had a blog. Then there are other people whom I wish had never stopped blogging. Hussein, or rather Mighty Mouse is in the later category, I wish he still kept an online journal today. He headed over to Edinburgh last weekend with some friends and was uploading the photographs to FlickR when I spoke to him late on Tuesday night It was the first time he had mentioned it, so it had been a bit of a last minute dash than a planned long weekend away. While it is great to have a collection of photos and strange captions to describe the wonderful antics it is not substitution for a full story in words. Never mind, I am glad Hussein and his friends had such a great time. Having only touched down in the city briefly back in early June, I planned to return one year for the Hogmany celebrations.
While I am often harassed, or rather ridiculed (particularly at work) for watching the BBC soap from Albert Square, this evening came some redemption. One of the first questions people ask is, simply why? Well it is not the hard hitting gritty storylines, or the scandalous gossip of who did what, with who and when. It is in fact the comic moments from some of the losers in E20. Here was yet another prime example.
The song the guys are singing along to on the radio is Old Time Rock & Roll by the legendary Bob Seger. Classic. You could not make it up. This is the pure ingredient that makes Eastenders so great to watch. It is just a perfect mirror on real life. In how many garages across the country would you find middle aged men dancing along to rock songs? Quite a few I would imagine, and many more that would not admit to the offence.
To my surprise this afternoon I received an e-mail from Arsenal football club PLC. Nothing strange in that sure. However the message had a banner for Platinum Club Membership, which I am many years (and many more salary increases) from achieving. It explained that the game against Manchester United had been moved to a Sunday (due to live television coverage) and my reservation to dine would need to be reconfirmed. My colleague Chris was adamant that I should contact the office and confirm my booking. Being more of a realistic, I knew the moment I called up the mistake would become clear and cause a large amount of embarrassment. I decided to just file the e-mail away and forget about it. Sure enough by the time I got home, a recall e-mail had gone out fully explaining the mistake.
While I consider myself an organised individual, I am untidy. At times extremely so. I decided to do something about it last weekend. I bid for a CD case on eBay. While this may seem like a small step. It was actually a major step in changing a habit of a lifetime. Although I have had minor clear outs of redundant CD-roms over the past few years I have never completely moved away from stacking CDs on shelves and in cupboards. Stupid really looking back. When it comes to CD/DVD storage there is only one name. Accept no cheap imitations, there is only brand you can bank one. I bought one of their 64 capacity cases for the car, over three years ago.
On eBay I found a great case with a capacity more than double of the case that sits on my dash. 128 in the main slips, but an additional ‘currently playing’ slot in the inside cover for a further sixteen. Which meant I spent most of this evening sorting out all my CDs and making a big pile of categories: Drivers, Operating Systems, Applications and finally the most important, my Data. It is interesting how much you can uncover when you go to task to sort things out. I threw away over 25 CD cases, many of which I may donate to work as we always find a use for a case. However this does beg the question, why did I not do this years ago? Why wait until now, when I am on my fourth PC with CD drive to clear up all the clutter. I am not too sure, all I can say is I am glad I have finally got there.
Really looking forward to the weekend for a couple of reasons. Usually the first weekend of December would be generally quiet but not this year. (I decided to just look back at what I was doing this time last year and two things hit me. Firstly I opened my final entry for November 2005 with a paragraph about Eastenders. The second, the fact that I went to my first concert with my sister for a-ha‘s opening night of their UK Analogue tour. Back to the present, with an early start on Saturday morning as I head over to N5 to watch Arsenal take on arch rivals Tottenham Hotspur in the first North London derby at our new home. Then I return home, clean the car (it is in a bad state, believe me) before heading over towards the south coast (guided by the TomTom) for a dinner party with some friends. Sunday, well I have not really thought that far yet, but I am sure when I do I will let you all know.
Watched She’s All That on Channel 4 last night. I sort of stumbled upon it by accident when checking what movies were on over the weekend on the Radio Times web site. Some background here, I have seen the movie before. Back when I was in the first year at University, a group of us would spend at least one evening in the week watching movies. We would trek over to Blockbuster (at the time there was only one express store, the other side of the city) in Ollie’s Honda. We watched a range of movies on DVD, but mainly American teen films. She’s All That was one of those movies, and I really thought it would be the best way to end, a damp squib of a weekend. I am writing this a few minutes after the movie has ended and have a tinkling feel good feeling inside. Perhaps as a strong alpha male, I should not freely admit this publicly only my web site. There were parts of the movie that had me in stitches, almost on the floor with laughter. Dulé Hill playing the token black guy, Preston had some great one liners but his role was watered down. Paul Walker (whom I greatly admire in his more recent work) plays the typical sleazy jock. I suppose I am just a sucker for these types of movies now, even at the age of 24, when I should technically be falling out of the demographic audience. The High School and American teen culture, in general has so much appeal to me and although the movie centers on what is in essence a popularity contest, on another level it is really about finding the real person inside? Am I looking too deep into this? Although of course, I don’t believe anyone in my secondary school class from 1998 (a year before this movie’s release) could bust some sleek moves on the dance floor to the sounds of Fat Boy Slim – Funk Soul Brother. Perhaps strange things happened when you have Usher, as your campus DJ.
An absolutely vintage episode of Eastenders this evening. I must say, I was on the floor with laughter through most parts of the BBC soap. I think I will need to capture some images from the repeat on Sunday afternoon and post either some images or more likely the audio. Anyone for some of you not obsessed with the show, you must know what happened. I make a point of rarely visiting the official site over at the Beeb, but must let you read the episode synopsis. ‘Yolande’s lack of car sales experience shows when she loses a sale;’ is an understatement. The potential punter asks, how many miles it does and then when not getting the answer he was hoping for, asks again, “mpg”. The reply is “only cassette radio, nothing fancy…”. Then, knowing he was speaking to a complete buffoon with no knowledge of cars, he asked if the flux capacitor was working correctly. Mrs. Trueman then said she would make sure it “was checked out..”. Classic. I was in fits of laughter. This segment combined with a collection of other scenes and the introduction of the new doctor in rather comical circumstances made for a highly entertaining episode. Sure most people that do not watch the show say it is depressing, constantly gloomy, and the sky is always dull grey. Tonight’s episode was living proof that not every visit to Albert Square is full of doom.
When will Stelios finally throw in the towel? Dave over on The Daily Blog takes up the story. Personally I have no problem with the professional footballer endorsements (I think their lawyers have advised them to not state David Beckham on the Easy4men dot com web site, perhaps because it has some strange
mixed sexual connotations and easymen dot com was perhaps far too risqué). Come on, it can’t be that difficult. When you wake up in the morning do you want to be thinking of the Greek entrepreneur or aspiring to be DB as seen in this commericial from a few years ago. Or just read my entry from Sunday 20th June 2004.