After work today, there was a pub quiz in the bar downstairs, and Tony Blackburn was hosting. Sometimes, life presents you with the opportunity to write sentences which you would never expect to be able to write unless under the influence of copious amount of naughty juice.

After equipping my right hand with a free cider, I got confused with the questions from the quiz and wandered off to the middle of the room to meet said radio legend and told him he was the sane one in the jungle, and I also asked if he could make the questions easier. He couldn’t but never mind.

And I must go on record of saying only this: He really is a nice man who can talk a lot better drivel than I currently can in 5 minutes. He is an icon, and he has much to teach me, though perhaps given training I could parallel his abilities and lo, the heavens would tremble. It would more epic than the “Neo / Agent Smith” fight from Meet the Parents, or whatever film it was from.

After this most bizarre yet highly entertaining event, I was told that this type of event happens quite often where I work, due to the nature of the media world. Go figure….

For tonight’s trick Matthew, I’m going to turn into a Yorkshire pudding….no not really, it’s just a round up of things to look forward too over the next week or so. The podcast writing has begun in earnest, with two real choice pieces of music from iodapromonet for you all to cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war over.

So far, the main struggle has been condensing the small experiences of London down to a few choice jokes and truths about the place, and I guess that will take the bulk of the time to do. When travelling back up to sunny Wales this weekend, most of the time will be spent slaving over a hot laptop, and crying “OW, that laptop’s hot!” in order to create the award winning (if only the judges would notice it’s there) podcast you’ve all come to expect to be 2 months late.

I’m also trying to figure out the best way to condense the rantings that are placed here at Ooh Sometimes, because as you are all aware I do tend to waffle far too much.

Cue the lack of surprise.

Basically I do this as a way of filling out the posts in truth, as I want to be funny, articulate (as much as you can be given the subject material sometimes) and heavily biased against all things, which to do in 1 word or less where you could use 17 instead, is very hard to do. It gets worse for reviews and opinions as well, as you need to use several words to convey the point sometimes, again more difficult when trying for comedic effect.

If anyone has any suggestions on how to achieve this and while we’re at it, win the lottery too without placing any money, then email me at: podcast@oohsometimes.com which I also suggest you do if you want to contribute to the show with any ideas or satanic verses which could be used to hold the world to ransom with.

And on that bombshell, it’s time to end tonight’s post, join us next time where we will try to make sense of this website: http://www.neave.com/television Till then, good night!

To err is human, to forgive divine. At least that’s what Alexander Pope tells us, along with other useful things during his day job like “That will be £3.99 please.”

In some ways, it would be better to forgive what Will Smith did in his new film, Hancock, which you may be familiar with after the premiere information for the film showcasing on this very site not too long ago.

However, as much as I want to, as much as the idea of the anti-superhero is something which should be celebrated, given all the superhero cliché films we’ve over the years now, with the revival of marvel comics’ fortune via Spiderman, Fantastic four, the hulk and many many others, with far more to come of course, given the CEO of Marvel has gone of record wanting to milk the comic nipple for all it’s worth before leaving the milky dugs bone dry.

Hell, DC comics even realised that they were missing out on the gravy train and revived two of their well known characters back to the big screen after a prolonged absence, Batman, which to be fair, was a very good movie except for that district attorney who didn’t seem to act any different to being on Dawson’s creek, and Superman, of which the only saving grace, appeared to be Kevin Spacey with a bald head.

So with that in mind then, given this film is about a superman who drinks heavily and basically is an arsehole to everyone he meets, you expect great things to be presented. And for the opening 25 minutes when Hancock is causing so much damage to the city, it would be better for him not to turn up at all, it carries you through with ridiculous strides, keeping your eyes fixed on the screen, wondering how bad he could get.

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After the happenings of the past few days, one wonders if it’s time for another rest. In fact, over the weekend while over in Manchester, wandering around, commenting about things out of place and perhaps causing concern by disappearing rather earlier than expected during a party celebrating Mr Tebbutt’s survival of yet another year on this planet, a theme of sleepiness crept in through the cap flap.

There are some other factors involved, such as during a visit to some friends’ house (Thank you Mark and Avisha) where a jam session between two members of a band to be took place along with eating lots of curry type food, it lasted till about 3am, which after a train ride up north doesn’t bode well for someone wanting to stay awake.

And then the head of the 25 year old in age, 90 year old in body, lord hit the pillow and something occurred which some would say is business as usual, where others would scream in terror at the thought of what happened next. No there was no naughty things which make god cry, I fell into a deep sleep.

So much sleep in those few hours compared to the last few weeks with so many nights being so restless, it now almost seems strange. You see, one of the things in recent times that I have had to get used to is the idea of not much sleep.

Just being down in London, even being locked in the cardboard box where most reside along with 17 other people, it feels almost as if you have to use every minute of “the eyes open” bit,( I’m sure there’s a fancy word for it but I can’t spell it) to do whatever you have to do for the next day and in turn that slowly but surely tires you out at first, then you start getting used to it, then when you have a sleep in one day, and it basically screws you up.

You become as effective as patrol being used to put out fires.

Saturday for instance, was a strange sort of state fading in-between being awake to being special; with the peak of inefficiency being reached during a round at Tesco’s where I kept wandering off wondering what shiny things are down a corridor.

In many ways, you were not getting the Lord of Leisure at his best, and given the reasons why here right now, it does give pause for thought. Is this what’s going to keep happening whenever London is left behind?

I will end this entry with one final note for Mr. Tebbutt: Sorry mate, I’ll do better next time.

Every once in a while someone out there comes up with an ingenious idea. Maybe not quite as revolutionary as cheese on toast, still one worthy of recognition. When they do come out with a new concept and show it to us, the adoring bright eyed bushy tailed public, normally we pick our noses, discover why fluff we have building up in our belly buttons and move back to playing the old games that have loved and kept us safe from the evil monsters all these years.

So when the heavily long-winded titled Penny Arcade Adventures: On the Rain-Slick Precipice of Darkness: Episode 1: how many more bits can they add to the title, was brought to my attention some days ago, rather than fear the concept outright and demand that the police lock it up because it touched me a in bad place, I decided as an experiment to see what the fuss was about by buying the full game as opposed to relying on the demo.

Put simply, PAAOTRSPODE1 (I’m not typing the whole title out anymore) is a combination adventure / RPG with Final Fantasy 7 style combating and comic bits in-between sections of the game.

Now being a lazy man by nature, I would be tempted to say if that doesn’t sound appealing right there, then just walk away right now.

Go on.

I’m waiting….

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I’m tingly. Not because IKEA are offering 2 for 1 for each chair you buy or the amazing offer to actually give you all the screws for a piece of self assembly furniture for once. Though to be honest if that happened, the world would surely end.

Instead my thoughts turn to a twisted land, filled with demons aplenty, an old man who talks endlessly about naughty things who is going to destroy this that or the other, and Amazon women who kill things while wearing only a bikini.

I now look forward to going out to the night club to experience that horror all over again, but in the mean time, Blizzard Entertainment took it upon themselves to present the “not a very big surprise considering they bought the domain name for the whole purpose of the game” surprise game, Diablo III. Diablo holds many memories for the Lord of Leisure.

For instance, the first game was a source of great evil, mainly because it annoyed me to the point where you start wondering whether or not the CD would fry giving off a better show in the microwave.

Then the second Diablo game came along, and frankly despite the fact it was a click-fest with endless battles, with the third act being pants due to midgets, (ah yes, the little people whose weakness is that they fear carrots….) it was still fun, well polished and outshone the one that came before.

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Taken from Gateworld

With great sadness we must report that veteran actor Don S. Davis passed away on June 29, 2008. He was 65 years old.

Don co-starred on Stargate SG-1 for the show’s first seven years, helping to launch the enduring science fiction franchise. Davis played Major General George Hammond, base commander and a father figure to many of the show’s characters.

He is also well-known for his portrayal of Major Garland Briggs in Twin Peaks.

Off-screen, Don was beloved by the show’s cast and crew. He departed the show in 2003 due to a medical condition that restricted his workload, but returned for several guest appearances on SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis in the following years. Don worked hard to improve his health, and continued to work both on screen and off until his death.

I only just read this tragic news a few minutes ago, such a great actor who everyone will know worked on Stargate for many years, a good artist as testament from his website and from all the people who met him, such a happy person. All the best to the family and friends through what is a difficult time.

After an absence of quite a while, I finally got off my high horse and walked through the saloon doors to make more silly comments in Audio Email form on the Gamers with Jobs podcast, it’s a far way towards the end and judging from reactions, it wasn’t bad.

The podcast itself had an interview from EA’s Scott Blackwood telling them about the naughty they’re doing with some Wii equipment, some other discussion, and frankly how Wii Fit gets it so badly wrong about people’s weight if it uses the BMI index, an index which is the most evil of all indexes of course.

Check out the link above and enjoy! Normal service about the dilly-dallying will return tomorrow as tonight I actually watched Hancock in the West End, and therefore when I got back to the penthouse garden with the beast that lives under the stairs, I was as they say in the business, knackered.

Of course the weekend was filled with fun and naughty, and you have seen some of the horror that befell London town as a result. There would have been some more, but it seems that our schedule clashed with the “Salute to Israel” parade that was taking place over at Trafalgar Square and therefore, to produce such a masterpiece of entertainment in front of the countless number of security guards who was on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary, let’s just say I would have made the news that day…

“Panic and chaos reigned today in London as a mad man proceeded to disrupt the precession by pretend ironing in front of the national gallery. Police suspect he was armed and dangerous, with the iron being ready to deploy in less than 45 seconds.

Both are still in custody tonight, and the police report that the ironing board is refusing to talk.”

Still, perhaps that would have been a better and potentially happier news story than most of the things making the headlines these days.

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