It’s been some time since the last time I left any deposit of worth upon the Internet. Remember, to build up momentum to write something profound, entertaining or perhaps useful to certain folks takes immense creativity. Recently, my creativity has failed me, thus leading to the point of thinking “Why bother?”

I tried a long time ago to be profound and indeed creative, thinking about why certain things are the way they are, but this was in different times, away from London, where if you let it, the anger builds up until you end up with the title sequences of Macgyver.

You need a break from the cold harsh world that we live in, and as I made an effort to leave the confines of the bat cave that is my hotel room / studio flat / set for a crap BBC 3 sitcom, to head over to the London Comic Con over at the court of Earl, perhaps it’s time to enlighten what occured in a comical, yet highly disjointed manner.

Now considering the rash of geeky, spotty filled posts spread very thin upon thy site, this is potentially the post which signals the Hughes train has derailed off the track of life with all souls lost in a fireball of woe and the government inquiry ruled “Never mind…. Pot of Jam?”

However, not being one to shy away from the sick freak that I have become, or Golem to those in the know, why not force your minds into a coma with some lovely wee-coloured pictures of the day?

Yes, some of them are wee coloured, simply due to two things; terrible lighting and I’m a bit rubbish at taking pictures, though this picture outside raised questions, mainly was the woman smiling, going to make a run for it as she was carrying 60KG of crack?

Mind you, it didn’t really compare to the Tube ride over. A load of people were dressed as what I can only begin to guess was something from those crap Japanese cartoons.

You know the ones, where they talk at 50 miles an hour about crap you can’t possibly understand and then they fight each other by standing still. What made it even better, a priest got on the tube and looked scared at them all the way along. One of those moments in life where you think; Is that seat flammable?

Well, here we are in the Sunday market. Seriously, it was like a Sunday market, except at one end was the people off the telly, and everywhere else, there were lots and lots of stalls selling toys and comics. I’m serious.

But the place didn’t seem to have that much really, you could have had a good look around in about 20 minutes, wonder what the fuss was about, and go off for some scones, muttering all the while about young people.

Don’t get me wrong, if you hung around long enough, there were talks from the people off the telly, Street Fighter 4, and Pie being served for too much money in the cafe thing upstairs, but it’s not enough to keep going for longer than an hour at best.

I suppose that is a true downside to it all. Unless you’re really, really into all this….world of tat, then more than likely you’ll still be recovering in the alley after being mugged for a ham sandwich from the Saturday night before, at least that’s more likely than people turning up to a exhibition with a guy dressed as a dog.

But there was a legitimate reason to be there among the people of Blackpool, and that was to meet some of the people off the telly. And not just any people, I fully intended to meet two people of choice with a third being a bonus in hindsight;

Yes, I had the opportunity to spend a couple of minutes chatting to Mr Michael Ironside, star of tv and film too numerous to appear all here listed, and to add to it all, he is the voice of Sam Fisher from the successful Splinter Cell games. I kid you not, he really is a fantastic chap, even after I asked if he ever had hair in anything he’s done. Yes, that’s true.

But we also had a chat about other subjects, some which did raise an issue about the business practises of Ubisoft (the makers of Splinter Cell) as it goes, and it was only after hearing from the man himself what happens in certain situations when dealing with the French, that you start to think. It was a great experience and if ever I got to talk to him again, I’d have to buy him a beer. Great man, he really is.

And then the last picture of the day….Jewel Staite, the sexy doctor from Stargate Atlantis, and also from the series Firefly. In all honesty, I do have the hots for her, let’s be honest, given the queue for the pictures were 99% men, I wasn’t the only one.

But I did also have a brief talk with her beforehand, and she is dainty. I mean that in a nice way, Jewel really was a sweet, almost innocent woman, and that only helped to make her more endearing. Come on Paul, she’s married, walk away….

But it appears from talking to the lovely Jewel, that none of the Atlantis cast have been approached for any further work on the franchise, like what happened with the DVD films for the original series. Come on MGM, give us more Atlantis!

I did talk to Michael Shanks, aka Daniel Jackson from Stargate SG-1, but I made myself more of an arse there, so let’s move on from that….err….

So there we have a lot of drivel about the Sunday spent out and about with a lot of people who shared an interest in TV and film stuff. Not a bad thing in the grand scheme of things, it did cost a lot for the day with getting in early etc, but I got to meet some really nice people from the showbiz world, and some others there from the day as well, including a one-legged woman who writes porn.

Not often I write that sentence either. Bonus.

Good question. I mean, since the last update playing Monkey Island, this place has seen better days. I have been twittering a bit more and indeed my blogging absence has been sensed by the odd New Zoolander here and there. It also appears that as far as being a geek goes, I’ve gone off the deep end, hell even Stevie Wonder can see blogging about a Twitter client for that crack cocaine known as WOW and then making sure the video to Monkey Island is here, is about as entertaining as seeing if gravity has taken the day off when you fall off a cliff.

Well good people, in recent times, I spend so much time in front of the screen, pushing various buttons to make things work and in all honesty I was stepping away from the keyboard out of hours quite a bit, and I’ve been away where possible too.

Had been to Manchester for our good friend Tebbutt’s birthday thing, (in the meantime, just annoying them by butchering a few songs, he’s in a band you see) and the Sunday there was so relaxing and actually productive in a completly different way, different to the general malise I’ve come to embrace while here in sunny London. Shame it didn’t last longer, but as we all know from a certain TV show; All good things must come to an end.

And after that weekend away, it was a lovely three day work week. If only that could be every week, I would be a) be laughing, b) actually try to blog properly and maybe c) annoy that woman in Starbucks up the road from myself to doing naughty. Without being arrested.

The Friday was bascially a write-off, though I did watch for the first time Full Metal Jacket, a film where army people go off to Vietnam to do lots of things with guns, and then remarkably the next day I actually went out, rather than staying caged within the batcave that is the studio flat, which is what I normally have to do to ensure what little money I have doesn’t slip through the fingers.

At the Empire cinema, Hairy Potter didn’t do a lot of stuff aside from getting randy along with the rest of the cast and a bloke died. Right, 3 hours well spent.

Sunday, was a geek again as I went to a Comical con thing over at Earl’s Court, meeting people from the telly and some films, which is nice and I’m sure there will be better posts about the whole weekend as it was a wee bit strange….which is rich coming from me but trust me, seeing a guy dressed up as an anime dogthing….yeah….

And I’ve grown a hobo beard;

Yes, I have let what little appearence I had go down the toilet as well, however this has had the strange result of putting off the charity workers hanging around Holborn approaching me for 1456 pounds a minute to help unborn donkeys fly or whatever it happened to be that day. May keep it slightly longer now as a result.

And that’s the highlight package of what little has happened over the last couple of weeks since the Monkey Island post, quite short really, but as it goes, I have to go back to the daily grind, and then maybe go to work (yes, I made that joke, you may all now vomit), and time is short, which also goes for my (WHOA Paul, back it up). I suppose I’m also still not used to writing more than 140 characters like on Twitter, so what cobbled together sense this all makes, I have no idea.

For now, until the next post which will be on January 23rd, 2034, have fun!

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Ok, so it’s not a good explaination as to why I’ve yet again not been around this past week or so, I would love to fall back on the tried and tested work excuse which actually normally accounts for 99% of why I’m never around that much, however, Thursday Night, this is the reason why:

Yep, the return of Monkey Island to our computers and consoles after far too long was far too much to resist, and well it’s not a bad go at it to be fair.

The story is certainly an interesting one and there is more than enough to keep us guessing for the time being, which itself is going to be torture as there are 4 more parts to be released over the next few months. Arrrr ya saucy barnacles for making us wait!

When they come out with this….you need to walk away….seriously.

Basically soon you will be able to do everything within World of Warcraft, it won’t be long before we just have a lead from our brains into it, and WOW through add-ons shall sustain our existance, though really I can only imagine people croaking “kill….me….” after 6 or 7 hours. Suddenly my knowledge of Office 2007 deployment doesn’t look as bad.

Well it’s been a fun filled week, mostly as it goes watching various naughty on the telly, which is not something I do often as much as most people like to watch Big Bother with the best of the nation’s retards dribbling over the camera when the magic voice tells them to set each other on fire, and that doesn’t sit well with me for the most part. Mind you, if they actually did set each other on fire, that would be worthwhile.

Last weekend, while the Micheal Jackson funfare was rumbling on, washing away most of the other news at the same time, Glastonbury was on down in sunny/rainy Somerset (weather dependent on what time of day it was) with various things on the telly showing a number of quality acts and some which are about as entertaining as me playing the theme to Doctor Who with my belly button while a dog does the high notes.

However, one of the highlights was 100%, the BBC 6 webcam coverage when Adam and Joe was actually on. Not often I say this, but they basically showed what TV was missing since their last stints.

At times they did look uncomfortable as they were having to step away from their usual affairs of asking the nation about what bin-liners they use, or having crap song-offs which more often than not sound better than most of what is in the charts today, but when they went away from the BBC scripts, there were glimpses of their true nature as much as the BBC would allow.

It made a hell of a difference to what otherwise was frankly – coma inducing coverage by the Big British Castle. How the hell are some of the BBC music hores or reporters and DJs as they are better known as working for them? Russians clubbing baby seals show much more enthusiasm and class than the BBC presenters at times.

And also I have to wonder, why did the Beeb show complete sets in the afternoon and then for the main events show about a third of the headliners? Surely it would have made sense to have the same rules for all and not just the big names and the organisers who wanted to make sure that only people who spent money sees everything.

I went of course 2007 and to be honest, it was damned hard to see the main headline acts unless you basically camped out at the front since the beginning of each day, sometimes the only way you saw something like the Who for instance, was watching on one of the screens, and at that point you lose some of the point of being there.

Looking at the pyramid stage as well, it appears the gap between the Stage and the crowd is getting wider, at what point it is going to be so far away, people end up being at only the front of the TV screen to see their favourite band?

But then again I guess I’m being a huge sourpuss right now. Being there was a hell of an experience and the different things going on more than make up for any annoyances I’ve said here tonight. Some places, everyone is right in the thick of it, enjoying everything without any issue or drink-fueled gun fire.

And I miss it all.

2007 was the last time I saw a live festival in all it’s glory and the BBC’s coverage and how they wandered off at key points for the big hitters of the weekend while giving us dirty knickers or whatever his name was in full, in a way served to show what I was missing in fact.

Glastonbury is one of those festivals where it has so much on, you can always go and watch something else while the rappers destroy people’s ears elsewhere. All I could do was turn the channel over to the Tennis at the time. Not much choice really except for switching it all off. Perhaps that would have been the better choice after all…