Showing posts with label News. Show all posts
Showing posts with label News. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

In the news...

A priest writes on his blog, 'Homosexuals should have tattooed on their backsides, "Sodomy can seriously damage your health"'.

Jerry writes on his blog, 'Bigoted priests should have tattooed on their backsides, "This is an asshole"'.

David Duchovny has left rehab after successfully completing a course to combat his sex addiction. He had these words for the waiting press: 'I cannot wait to get home. I am dying for a shag".

Not really. I made that up. But wouldn't it have been brilliant if he had said that?

I was going to get working on a couple of film reviews this evening, but instead I watched "Underdog". It was terrible. Ce sera sera.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

As you do, this morning I found myself at the supermarket newspaper racks, perusing the tabloids for the latest 'news'. The comics are full of stories of Ronnie Wood apparently having being on a two week bender, accompanied by an 18 year old Russian barmaid. Ron's wife Jo has said that Ron and 'Ekaterina' are just friends. Okey dokey. That clears that up, then.

Ho, hum. Nothing to see here. In fact, par for the course, I would have thought, for a rock star of a certain age and generation, prepared to live with the consequences. Disappointing if a Rolling Stone didn't get off with a girl young enough to be his granddaughter. My only concern is that Ron doesn't accidentally top himself, so impacting on the mooted Faces reunion.



I used to love the Faces. One of a couple of 70's bands that I will always regret never seeing in their pomp. Beer soaked, British, straightahead, pub rock 'n' roll. However, the crucial question here is, who will replace Ronnie Lane on bass? Bill Wyman filled in during the Faces reunions in 1986 and 1993. Maybe he will do it again? Or maybe Tetsu Yamauchi will be invited back? After all, he did replace Ronnie Lane in 1973. Pino Palladino?

Proper news.

This afternoon: A late lunch with Jennifer.

This evening: Masters Football with my Brother and my Nephew, and maybe a small beverage or two.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Great tits cope well with warming!

(What did you think it was about, you dirty minded bunch?)

In other news, on the bus going home this evening, I sat next to a dog. He didn't say a lot. He just looked at me with big, brown, sad eyes. I knew what he wanted.

I lowered my newspaper so that he could read it over my shoulder. Occasionally I could hear him sighing. Bad news everywhere.

The dog nodded his thanks to me as he left the bus.

True story.