Thursday, March 26, 2009
I owe all of you my apologies for my neglecting to keep you up to date with important events in our world, not least of which is the latest instalment of the hot man-on-man pornfest “Lewis”.
May I begin, in a somewhat anti-synchronatic manner, by pointing out, before I forget, how much I loathe the sodding music?
The latest episode is so far up its own fundament that if it were to have a mouth capable of being opened, then one would be able to see the parting in its hair protruding from the tonsil area.
There has been a return to the theme of making the victims part of the academic community. If this community is anything like that portrayed in this televisual entertainment then I suggest we fight for the release from prison of all of the guilty persons so far banged up, in order to continue their splendid crusade.
By the way, do you have any idea how much I abhor the bloody music?
This week we saw Art Malik poncing about for no reason to do with the plot, as far as I can see, in the role of a stereotypical academic. If you want to have a picture of what constitutes an Oxford academic according to the writers/directors, then just conjure up an image of Anthony Blanche, (perhaps a tad toned down) and you will have it.
Do you mind my telling you now how much I detest the arsing music?
The clever bit of casting this week was to have the father of the actor who plays Hathaway (Laurence Fox) appearing. Many of you will be familiar with the splendid career of Michael J Fox, although up until his appearance here I would never have thought him to be old enough to be Lazza’s dad. A very versatile actor – you would hardly recognise the star of “Family Ties” and “Spin City” behind the makeup, and one could almost, but not quite, forgive his dire attempt at impersonating Brian Sewell.
Lest it slips my mind, can I declare at this stage how much I can’t abide the pissing music?
There was also an appearance, again for no reason that I could detect other than to show off, by the lovely Selina Cadell. She breezed in, stole a couple of scenes (a much lesser actress could have done that), and then sodded off.
Thrown in to the damn silly plot was a load of intellectual farting about, featuring Lewis Carroll, C S Lewis and Sophocles, among others. To support the Carroll angle, one of the characters was called Alice. How bollocky clever is that? All of this gives young Hathaway a chance to demonstrate his erudition (missus), which only seems to endear him further to Lewis.
May I ask your leave to declare my hatred of the buggery music?
Anyway, were all this not enough to over egg even the mostly sickly pudding, Chief Superintendent Innocent (in a working class version of this series she would be called C.S. Bang-to-rights-you-toerag) has picked up on the sexual tension between her two colleagues, and decides to try to fix Lewis up with a friend of hers. If any of my gay friends are reading this, I hope that you realise that male homosexuals are only of that persuasion because they haven’t met the right girl yet.
Guess what? It turns out that the Super’s friend is actually the psychotic killer that they have been looking for all along. Gosh! What a turn up, eh?
I realise that there is a matter of etiquette that I have neglected in writing all of this, that is to point out, at the beginning, that it contains what is called a “spoiler”. However, I could not “spoil” this entertainment even if I were to vomit all over it and introduce a scene with princess Michael of Kent stripping.
Does anyone know where I can buy an LP of the music?
P.S. While I have been composing this, the lovely Mrs S has been watching “ER”. I grew bored with it years ago, but I just caught the following piece of dialogue:
“Shall I call the OR?”
“What is it?”
If the first character had replied “It’s a very clean room where they cut people up, but that’s not important right now” I would buy every episode of every series on DVD and watch them all ten times.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
My dear friend ILTV has just posted an interesting little missive some of which concerns natural history.
Can you please advise me about a phenomenon that occurred this morning? It was annual breeding days for the local amphibians. I counted 15 frogs. I did this from a distance, as I am not voyeuristic by nature, and did not wish to disturb them. I am concerned, however, that if there were no more frogs present, then perhaps someone was without a partner. Do male frogs have more than one partner during their annual shag? I do hope so, or someone missed out, which would not be too bad, except that this happens only one day a year. Need I try to find the virgin and console them with some nice spiced spinach? How will I tell which one it is? The one not lying back smoking? They all look fairly lugubrious – I suppose that other frogs see some charm in them. I shall not be able to sleep peacefully until someone provides the answer.