The Squirrels Are Revolting

A little bit of comfort for all of you out there struck with the (F.A.S) feature anxiety syndrome. If in doubt, make it up. Surely this can't be real?

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/4489792.stm

Go Buy

Nice to see that Foggy Notions is back in action after a period of hibernation...Picked up a copy the other night in Whelan's (after seeing the hugely overrated Cocorosie), for some reason it appears that they haven't sorted out the whole distribution problem. It's a really good music mag so I would advise everyone to go out and buy a copy and support a burgeoning publication or else all we are left with is poxy hotpress. At €6 a go, it's, well who am I kidding it's a fucking rip off, but no more so than other magazines in this state. And you also get a free Secretly Canadian CD with some pretty good stuff on it.

The Day

I see that one of my fellow bloggers is getting excited about the new Bosco DVD. I want to add my own little bit of sentimentalism for Irish childhood...

Doesn't anybody out there remember this? I know that there are people out there that do but I haven't met them yet (aside from my siblings). And I will be genuinely happy if I do meet one.

This is Judge, a dog who advised kids how to cross the road, 'stop, look and listen'. Sound advice. I was looking at stills from the programme and some of them were in black and white, which made me feel very old. Yes folks, I am actually forty-two years old. I just got a face-transplant, Tony.

But the point is how sad it is that some quality stuff just seeps through the cracks, never to be seen again. (Except, as Gen said, in x-mas 2006 when there is the possibility of making a couple of quid from some sentimental 20-something suckers.)

On the other hand,

The other night me and 'a classmate' were walking along Nassau Street when we decided to go into Celtic Note, with the purpose of checking out the aforementioned Bosco DVD. (Also wanted to see if the Wanderly Wagon DVD provoked any memories for her. It didn't.) We were having a look through the shelves when we noticed a bit of commotion behind the counter. The owner was getting his picture taken with a group of girls, who my friend immediately identified as the Conway sisters of x-factor fame. It was all a bit uncomfortable really. The excitement that had warranted our attention in the first place seemed to be confined to the area behind the counter. The rest of the store was empty, except for a bored looking security guard, and two old men.

I'm not a fan of the show, and I am being honest here. I saw it once, and unfortunately on that occassion it featured Chico. The dickhead that couldn't come up with a better catchphrase than 'It's Chico time'. After that occassion I felt like running, wailing, to a scalding hot shower with a wire scrubbing brush. I didn't watch it so much after that. Since he couldn't sing for shit, and doesn't have a trace of anything resembling charm, I'm guessing that he is teetering on the edge of the celebrity oblivion. Although the Conway sisters could sing, they managed to do it like Alvin and the Chipmunks. Anyway, the tumble-weeds in Celtic Note that evening said it all. Maybe the Celtic Note is the last refuge for forgotten stars...

It's doggy dog in T.V world. Sometimes you have to thank God (or darwin) for natural selection.

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