Belt-tightening eh?

Bye bye Film Council

And so, the latest victim of the recession is the UK Film Council. After supporting films like Man On Wire, In The Loop and St. Trini… This Is England, and distributing over £160m of National Lottery funding, the Council is to be axed. This is despite an estimated £5 being brought in at the box office for every £1 the Council spent. Quite how the Lottery money will be handed out now is a mystery, but with any luck great British films will still get made. Also, it’s hoped that the cuts will mean that both Danny Dyer and James Corden will never get anywhere near another cinema screen again. Here’s a taster of what we have the Film Council to thank for:

“Shut it, Love Actually!”

BBC website

Either someone posted the wrong picture, or the BBC haven’t looked up mortified in the dictionary:

An unexpected reaction to the death of JLS in a freak fondue accident

President Wyclef

In one of the more bizarre moves towards office of recent years (aside from Manny Pacquiao and Joanna Lumley) Wyclef Jean is contemplating standing for the presidency of Haiti. After the devastation that has hammered the nation, one might argue that an experienced head is needed. However, the flip side is that you could put a polished wank sock in charge of the place and it couldn’t get any worse. The corruption surrounding some of his charity work is worrisome, but if he loves his country, he should go for it! Also, the place would get a load more soulful:

Pink Panther

As if exams weren’t stressful enough, the female reproductive organs look like a big cat:

The answer is... cougar

In other news

The best goal celebration… ever.

-Ooooh, Big Brother is all kicking off. Don’t go John James!

-Harry Brown – good, but not great. Shame.

However, this came on in the credits. Fantastico:

Let the vegging continue. Adios.

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Fuck off Ferrari

More bent that Uri Geller’s cutlery set

Now, as a British fan of the Mclaren team who employ two British drivers, I may be slightly biased. However, I think most people with more than a passing interest in Formula 1 will agree that what the Ferrari team did yesterday was pretty despicable. Yes, team orders happen, but for three reasons, this was too much. Firstly, how blatant did they want to make it? Instead of making a fleeting attempt to conceal their actions, they were more flagrant than Pete Doherty, and their barefaced decision denied every fan who paid the extortionate entry fee a true race. Why, if he was so much better, couldn’t Fernando Alonso have passed Felipe Massa under racing conditions? Secondly, it denied Massa the chance of a hard earned win. People may say this is sentimental bullshit, but a year ago, almost to the day, Massa had a horrific freak accident that almost cost him his life, never mind his career. To get back to where he is now is a huge achievement, and shows phenomenal character on his part. Out of all the drivers in that field, he probably wants a win more than any to cement his comeback, and the backroom pricks at Ferrari denied him that. Lastly, they have come out and said So fucking what? Shit happens. This is the Ferrari team that within a nanosecond of any whiff of injustice coming their way throw every toy out of the pram, then push the pram off an Italian cliff in a petulant fit of pique. Well, you smarmy Italian bellpieces, and your hypocritical, hypersensitive Spanish wheelman, you can’t have your pannettone and eat it. Pull back and let your drivers do what they do best – race.

Pixar

Toy Story 3 has hit our cinemas, and while I’m not a huge fan of their films, they are pretty smooth operators. Have a gander at this video if you don’t believe me:

Big Brother

Andrew is the mutt’s nuts. His secret task was brilliant, he gets involved and when he was presented with a meal for being successful he was priceless. Big Brother: “Would you like some female company?” Andrew: “Always!” Andrew to win.

Shard of Glass

We’re involved in this. Cool as fuck:

Where I want to live, or what I want to shove up Jordan's arse

In other news

-Own goals are shit.

-N-Dubz are still twats.

-Even pigeons can’t stand how Kings of Leon have turned out.

Time. For. Bed.

A mess

Never again

Why, oh why, did I sleep on a doormat on a balcony?

Best news strapline ever

A transvestite had sex with a dog in the moat of an English Heritage castle“.

Big Brother

It was never going to be like watching Einstein having a casual chat with Stephen Hawking. But the vacuous dishcloths in there might make it unwatchable. I’ve been loving it so far, but the characters who were interesting are being drowned out. It seems that people like Corin and Rachel are 23% make-up and 77% “Ohmygod!!!”. Shut up you harpies.

Crazy foreigners

New Sherlock

It’s surprisingly good. I was predisposed to not liking it as a) I hate BBC dramas like Doctor Who and b) the guy playing Sherlock is horrifically posh. I mean, honestly, his name is Benedict Cumberbatch! But, it was actually pretty engaging, and despite wiping his arse on fox hide, Benedict plays a convincing Sherlock. It looks like it could be better than Guy Ritchie’s Bourne-cum-Holmes, even though that had the best actor alive in it, Robert Downey Jr. And Martin Freeman is a perfect fit for Watson. Good on the Beeb!

In other news

Bears can’t drive.

-I’m exhausted.

-5 days ’til Beer! WOOOO.

Open your ears gang-stars:

Thom Yorke is a dude and a half. And on that thought, I bid you goodnight, and good luck.

Yup, not a hope in hell

The law’s an ass

No-one will be prosecuted in the case of Ian Tomlinson. I say this again, as it is scarcely believable – not one criminal charge, however minor, will be brought in the latest case of police brutality in the UK. On April Fools Day, 2009, Tomlinson was shoved to the floor by an officer who was concealing his identity under a balaclava. Minutes later he died. A manslaughter charge was rejected due to the two conflicting postmortems (incidentally, the pathologist who conducted the first examination is being investigated by the GMC for allegedly unsafe findings in four other postmortems). A criminal assault charge was rejected due to too much time having elapsed from the incident – a charge must be brought within six months. No misconduct charges were sought either.

The Guardian published the first video of the assault on April 7th, 2009. Why on God’s green earth did it take til now to decide on charges? There was ample evidence in the video of an assault, and I’ll bet my bollocks that if you, me, Ian Tomlinson or any other member of the public pushed over a police officer on camera, charges would be immediate. I can see why the manslaughter charge would be tough to gain a conviction for. Did Tomlinson have a pre-existing condition that contributed to his untimely death? Maybe. But to wallow about in paperwork, investigations and inquiries for over a year and then blame the fact that you’ve been sat on your hands for a criminal getting away with it? It’s inexcusable. It’s open mockery of the laws the police are supposed to uphold. It’s wrong.

Car crash TV

This is a monster of a crash:

Loving a comment left by the excellently named Wenutz – “I bet the track wasn’t the only thing with skid marks…”

Idiot #14

Emma Czikai, you halfwit bumwhiff. You went on Britain’s Got Talent, and found it thus – “This programme makes a select number of rich people very very rich on the backs of the ordinary man and woman in the street through exploitation, humiliation, degradation and a reemergence of modern-day barbarism with all its inherent cruelty”. No shit love. That is no reason for your frivolous lawsuit of £2.5m against the program. You knew what to expect when you went on the show. You weren’t very good. And yet you have the audacity to ask for £300,000 for injured feelings, and a cool £1.25m for loss of future earnings. Fuck off. You have as much talent as Jordan’s toenails. You don’t deserve £1.25, you deserve explosive diarrhea. Stop singing, stop wasting people’s time and for God’s sake, stop thinking that you’re anything more than another deluded, talentless bag of skin.

The Cove

Watched this Tuesday night:

It’s harrowing, and just as bad as the Mugabe documentary I wrote about. 23,000 dolphins are killed in Japan a year, something which I find really uncomfortable as I love dolphins and I love Japan. But despite my feelings for the country, there is absolutely no excuse for the barbaric slaughter of the dolphins in Taiji. Towards the end of the film, there is an aerial shot of the cove where the killing takes place, and the sea is completely red with blood. The dolphins aren’t even killed humanely, as one official claims. They are repeatedly stabbed with spears and left to thrash to death in the water that is saturated with their own blood. Fucked up. Needs to stop. End of.

In other news

-Brilliant story about a whale jumping on a boat. Amazing quote – “I still like whales”.

Tabloids scaremongering? Check. Video games unfairly singled out? Check. Cheap, tacky, baseless, cunty excuse for journalism? Check.

-This weekend can’t come quickly enough.

Right. Raspberries and greek yoghurt for me. NOM NOM NOM.

Justice please

No contest, surely?

The CPS will rule tomorrow on whether there will be prosecutions in the case of Ian Tomlinson. Tomlinson was walking through the City last year at the height of the G20 protests, when he was first struck with a baton and then shoved to the floor by a police officer in a balaclava:

Now there is no doubt that the atmosphere was extremely tense, and intimidating for those officers assigned to policing the event. Some will also argue that Tomlinson should’ve kept himself away from the area and it’s tinderbox atmosphere. However, I would say that regardless of the situation, a man who is not looking for trouble should be able to walk home from work safely. And no matter how pressurised and threatened the police felt, there is no justification for striking an unsuspecting, defenceless and totally innocent man. Add to this the fact that the police changed their story from one of self defence to guilty party (worryingly reminiscent of the Jean Charles de Menezes case), plus the above video evidence, and it would seem that there is definitely a case to answer. What the charge is remains to be seen. Manslaughter may be difficult to prove, although in my unqualified opinion, this should be what the CPS look to. Tomlinson died of an abdominal haemorrhage – did the officer who pushed him down bring this on? Again, I have no legal or medical qualifications, but it would certainly appear so. However, like I say, proving that may be difficult. But if the as yet unnamed officer escapes without even an assault charge, then we will know that there are people above the law, and when those are the people supposedly enforcing it, it is an extremely alarming situation. Who knows when the next Ian Tomlinson, or Jean Charles de Menezes will die? Someone needs to answer for the crimes committed, no matter what their occupation.

Donkey

Further donkey news! “This is a little town and we all know that donkey well” said a local. Well, this changes things. If I had known yesterday the donkey was a loved member of the community, I would not have been so flippant about his plight. Let’s get the donkey baiters in court! Evil fuckers.

How people get here

A good thing about my little blog here. On my dashboard, it tells me what search terms people have used to get the blog. One of the latest ones – ‘justin bieber is a fucking twat who needs to get a fucking life and looks like a big pile of cow shit”.

Twilight

It would be so much better if this was the case:

Edward Cullen has AIDS.

Why people hate football

Because a lot of footballers are cunts. Franck Ribery and Karim Benzema both paid for sex with a prostitute, who may have been under 18 at the time. While prostitution is legal in France, paying for sex with a minor is not. Both of them deny any wrongdoing. Er, guys, regardless of her age, you fucked a hooker. Ribery, you’re married with two kids. Legally, maybe no wrongdoing. Morally, you’re cunts. And that’s why people hate football.

In other news

-A new approach to rehabilitation.

-Jew and Arab make love, then war.

-Two more days of hell.

I leave you with Tame Impala, album of the year so far imho:

Right. Time to go. In all honesty, I don’t have a hope in hell.

Locked-in forever

Let him choose

Tony Nicklinson is trapped in his body. After a massive stroke, he can’t function without care – “I have no privacy or dignity left”. He wishes he died when he first fell ill in Athens five years ago. However, because he physically can’t kill himself, he can’t end his life. His wife, or another appointed party, would have to kill him, almost certainly resulting in a murder charge. Nicklinson’s mind is fully functioning, and it is his choice to die. But our laws stop this. It is my belief that, as he wishes, he should be allowed to die in his home with his loved ones rather than in a clinic in Switzerland. Call me moribund, but what’s worse – allowing a sane man to choose to end a life that has become misery, or condemning him to a life imprisoned in his own body?

Eeyore

Do you feel sorry for this donkey?

 

Another desperate attempt to banish Kerry Katona to the moon fails.

 

According to the Beeb, the donkey was made to parasail in an advertising ploy to attract people to a private beach. The donkey was shit scared, so the story goes. Well, so would I be, if it was the first time I’d been parasailing. But I bet I’d be buzzing for another go after. Get that donkey back up there, and I’m sure he’ll love it! If he doesn’t, then he’s an Eeyore.

Twilight is puerile fungal bobbins

I watched the first one. It was ok. But fuck me, it has been marketed to death. Here, see how similar Twilight and Volvo are:

I really hope Volvo sell not one more car because of this shitty crass plugging. In fact, it would be poetic justice if a Volvo carrying some ‘Twihards’ (dear God, it pained me to write that) crashed on the way back from Cineworld one night, and all that was discovered in the morning was five wolf-dismembered corpses. NOM NOM NOM.

Mercury Music Prize

This years nominations are out. Popular vote will be for Dizzee Rascal, but I want The xx to win. That album is a triumph.

In other news

The place for pot – Oakland, CA.

The Cove is just starting on More4. God, I love this channel. I’m expecting this to be harrowing though.

-New fave tune:

Right, dolphin death. Reminds me of Ecco.

Hypocrisy Index

Wah wah wah

Fabio Capello, England manager has leant his name (probably for a lot of cash) to a ratings website for footballers. Excuse mon français, but sofuckinwhat? It was already postponed after the FA thought it might damage morale. Erm, not beating Algeria tends to have that effect. Now it’s online, despite attempts to have it withdrawn. And surprise, surprise, English players don’t come out so well. Well, there’s a shock. Did we expect to log on and see John Terry with 98%? Only if the rating was “Out of 100%, how much of a wanker is John Terry”? No England player should be stunned to see a bad score on the site. I mean, if the site was the Capello Fitty Index, would Wayne Rooney be stunned to see himself rated lower than a poisoned goat’s knee? No. Neither would he be at finding out online he didn’t play all that well in South Africa. And please, media-types, stop getting uppity about the Capello Index. Your pages and papers slagged the players off for playing shit. Then they slagged the players off for going on holiday (HOW DARE THEY HAVE A HOLIDAY IN THEIR TIME OFF? England players should all be drowning in the tears of disappointed children while weighed down under immigrants). Now they are slagging off a website for slagging off the players. Make your mind up you sanctimonious merkins.

Idiot #13

Gillian McKeith. I will not call you a doctor because you’re not a doctor. I will call you an idiot because you are one. Idiot Gillian McKeith had a twitter go at Ben Goldacre, author of the excellent Bad Science series of blogs and books. Then she tried to hide it. Badly. So, Idiot McKeith, you’ve turned into one of those poohs you so rejoice in analysing. Unlucky, Idiot McPooh.

Virginity

I don’t like virginity talk. Youth and sex is big in today’s media, with shows like Skins and such forth bringing the subject to the forefront of our attention. I find talk of it distasteful – a lot of the interest is unpleasant voyeurism, and too much weight is put on ‘losing it’. It’s anticlimactic and too quick and the next time is miles better. That is pretty much universal, and we all know it. So when I read about Kate Monro’s project to collect and publish personal experiences of first times, I thought ‘here we go, a bit of tripe’. But this account, which I hope is genuine, is pure unintended comedy brilliance:

Arthur Perks, 86, lost his virginity in 1943

“I had no idea at all about sex. I never even saw my mum and dad kiss each other. I did think of going to a prostitute to show me how to do it, before I made a fool of myself, but I didn’t have the courage.

In 1942, when I was 22, I joined the army so I never had time to go with women because I was a front line soldier. Then we went into Austria and annexed a couple of hotels on a lake. It was beautiful and I used to row round the lake and one night, there was this girl standing on the jetty.

“She took a fancy to me and I began to get a stir if you know what I mean. One night we had a nice night of rumpity-pump and it happened. Just like that. And the unfortunate part of it was, there was nothing splendid about it at all. I got the erection and bob’s your uncle. Away we went. Of course we weren’t so adventurous in those days. You didn’t try positions or anything like that, women are more forward today than they ever were back then.”

Palin, go back to Alaska and fuck a bear

Sarah Palin is a total dildo:

"This is what I stick up my ass when I want it to feel good".

She is really getting on my nerves lately. Now she thinks she can invent new words – refudiate, in case you were wondering. No, spellcheck doesn’t understand either. Apparently, she thinks she can do this because Shakespeare did. For two reasons, Sarah, you can’t – 1) Shakespeare was good at words, and 2) it’s not your language, twatbag. It’s slightly worrying that this woman doesn’t understand the red squiggly line. If that is confusing, how can she be trusted with the big red button?

Oasis

I know that you aren’t allowed like Oasis, because they’re from the North, they don’t drink Pimms and they expect a woman to cook the dinner. Well, fuck off, some of their music is incredible. Even up ’til the tumultuous end, the band produced cracking tunes. Here’s The Shock Of The Lightning, one of those corkers and my new favourite running song:

Yeah, Liam Gallagher would ingest the ashes of John Lennon if he had half a chance. But that song, and that video (especially after the drum solo) are fanfuckintastic.

In other news

-I’m down to about 28 minutes for my run. Woo!

Indian students are a tad extreme.

-Bruce Forsyth just nearly made me cry. What. A. Man.

Right, Big Brother/Alan Wake/Bed. Super.