F*lix the F*x - The world's biggest masochist?

Whatever your views on fox hunting are, you have to agree that this is pretty stupid. Here is a link to a page run by FightTheBan.com, which features a silhouette of an anthropomorphic fox mascot in hunting regalia sticking two fingers up to somebody - presumably Tony Blair or the BBC or some loony leftie.

The logo, whilst quite nicely drawn, is massively stupid for one obvious reason - the mascot is a FOX which is PRO-FOX HUNTING. That's the kind of stupid that's on par the level of a British Muslim voting for the BNP.

Chris Evans killed in Afghanistan: Lookalike League Table updated

I suppose it should be flattering when a stranger or casual acquaintance remarks on your resemblance to someone rich and famous. Unless of course that person happens to be Chris Evans. I was recently asked by a patron of one of my local boozers if I was 'looking forwards to taking over Terry Wogan's show'. Cheeky fucker.

It had been a while since I'd been compared that "jumped-up kissogram-turned-light-entertainment colossus."*

Annoyingly this recent remark catapults him up my Lookalike League Table a couple of notches. My mis-en-scene Premiership** for the 09-10 season now looks something like this:

Gary Glitter: Bad Reputation

So, 'The Execution of Gary Glitter', Channel 4 last night.

Apparently, the chap who played Paul Gadd in what was supposedly an 'intelligent and thought-provoking examination' on the death penalty (according to Channel 4), had a bit part in Return of the Jedi.

Garry Bushell and Anne Widdecombe? Really? You've actually made me use italics for emphasis three times now.

I hope you're happy Channel 4.

Last night I dreamt about Faris Badwan

Last night I had a dream involving Faris Badwan, lead singer of The Horrors. It was night, we were both on our way to London and we were flying. We both sported wings you see. Giant seraphic wings of a two metre span.

I was dressed in my talismanic navy blue pinstripe suit, powder blue shirt and black tie. He in some sort of vaudeville cloak. My wings were grey, with brown arrowhead tips on the large primaries. His, naturally, were black. I was carrying my brown holdall containing all my belongings which was dangling awkwardly between both my arms. It was clearly a struggle for me to fly when carrying such as large bag and for practical reasons, I couldn't well carry it on my back. Faris was unencumbered by any luggage. He had everything he needed.

Nerd Alert: Five things I'd like to see in Civ V - or why Civ III is better than Civ IV

Nerd Alert: The following will only make any sense to you if you are at the very least familiar with any of the games from Sid Meier's Civilization series. If you've not even heard of Civ, then it's probs best you don't bother with this. For those of you understand what I mean when I say 'Phalanx Beats Tank' read on. Otherwise, please return tomorrow when normal service will be resumed...

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In Defence of English Cooking and the English Breakfast Defence League

One of my favourite pieces of literature ever is a little-known George Orwell b-side called In Defence of English Cooking. Written for the Evening Standard back in 1945, In Defence puts paid to the myth that English cooking, widely derided as the worst in the world, is as bad as those pesky foreigners (i.e. French people) make it out to be.

Pink Floyd Rock Band anyone?

So it looks like my mum wants Beatles Rock Band for Winterval Christmas. Cool, then it can go next to the Wii plus WiiFit and Balance Board which she never uses...

This got me thinking about the inevitable syngery options which have no doubt already been thought of by advertising big brains in shiny shoes and Saville Row suits. Next Christmas could see the following being unwrapped 'neath the polyethylene boughs: