An open letter from The British Royal Legion

...to the BNP.

Lovely.

British Library

Much excitement just now when I heard an (admittedly brief) news clip on Radio 5 about the British Library, who have placed the contents of 49 newspapers (national and local) dating from 1800 to 1900 online.

Very nice idea, sadly when I looked at the site it's not free, and a little too pricey for casual browsing. Still, who wouldn't want to read the Illustrated Police News, the Chartist Circula, the Hull Packet, the Odd Felow or the Trewman's Exeter Flying Post?

Andromeda.

In three billion years our galaxy is expected to collide with the Andromeda galaxy. And while this may be unfortunate to anybody living inside either galaxy at the time, it will apparantly be rather pretty.

Hot, sexy book action.

Sexy, very very sexy.

We didn't burn him.

Only just found out about Psychoville, but it does look rather good.

Makes me remember just how good the League of Gentlemen was in it's first two series (before things went steadily downhill with Series 3 and the film).

Zelda Wii.

Far more exciting than the dubious looking Spirit Tracks is this poster which has snuck online for Zelda's first proper Wii appearance (as in not a port or a mini games compilation - speaking of which, is a Wind Waker port really asking too much?).

There's very few video games I'd anticipate any more, but Zelda Wii? Hell yeah.

I'm happy to say I'm a 'Grazer'.

This article on types of customers that lurk in bookstores is rather funny, it makes American bookstores sound a little different to their British cousins however.

Free wi-fi and study areas? A cafe? We don't get that with Waterstones.

(Although we do with the very sexy new Central Library, which I have fallen very much in love with.)

“But that’s like calling Utopia a utopia... “

Splendidly withering response from Ursula K. Le Guin regarding Robert Weil's rather curious definition of Science Fiction.

And for the record, 1984 is very definitely SF.

Amanda Palmer.

I very much heart this song, what a voice (mint video too, whatever those weirdoes at her label might think). How quite disgustingly talented.

Lucky cow's dating Neil Gaiman too.

Sigh, so jealous.

One North East

certainly have a high opinion of themselves.



Absolutely astonishing.

"Greasy haired twat."

Gotta love those Lib Dems.

HP In the City.

Stag party.

Just got back, was surprisingly good. Liverpool is a an exceptionally metreosexual city, which was somewhat against my expectations. Some memory holes from last night but not many.

Bed now, need sleep, have work tomorrow and really wish I didn't.

Close House, little bit of bother.

Seems work has been cancelled, for now at least, looks like someone didn't get the correct planning permission...

Elijah Wood dances.

The sexy little minx.

Yo Gabba Gabba (elijah wood)


I've just returned from the hay Festival and am plum-knackered, but have had a wonderful time. And fallen a little bit more in love with Alan Bennett.

Hi ho. Hi ho.

It's off to Hay I go.

Finally!

Oh yes please...

I'm currently listening to the audiobook of The Graveyard Book when I go for walks (as I am about to do) and mow the lawn (as I have recently done).

But I wouldn't be saying no to the live version.

The Complete Smiley

Rather excitingly, Radio 4 is dramatising all eight of John le Carre's George Smiley books (though, in fairness, one or two of them are really other character's books with a guest appearance from the toad who dresses like a bookie).

Call For The Dead has already been broadcast today (though thanks to the ever wonderful iPlayer it can still be listened to here) with the following adaptions coming over the next month or two.

More information here.

Words of love, stamps of myth and Swedish boys in the nip.

You dance with the grace of a goat, my love,
And you sing soft like a cow on the mountains.

Truly words of poetic genius, God bless you DWJ.

If you click here, you can buy the sexy stamp and stories collection by Dave McKean and Neil Gaiman. And very lovely they are too.



Finally, this both makes me want to watch Britain's Got Talent as well as live in Sweedon. I'll not be doing either any time soon of course, but the thought was there.

Something about 'Nuclear Wessels'.

Gosh, it's been a couple of weeks since I posted. Bad boy.

I'm keeping low and quiet right now, very much looking forward to the Hay Festival, and nursing the delicious new crush that has emerged from the latest Star Trek movie.



Don't you just want to stroke him? And that access is just the cutest.

Weirdly I haven't been to see Coraline yet, which is actually quite surprising considering how much I was (am) looking forward to it. Maybe tomorrow.

I have seen Maximo Park at the Academy however, which was very enjoyable, though sadly the new tracks aren't exactly wonderful live (enjoying the album mind). The new ones - for all that there's a very upbeat element to them - pretty much drained the atmosphere from the room. I also saw Ross Noble the other week, also enjoyable, but people who clap instead of laughing should be shot by the authorities.

I am also now officially addicted to Diana Wynne Jones books.