23 September 2009

Rubbish Radio, Magic Mixes and Funny Films

NoozeHound does not like lady DJs. From the 'fluff' they stick on in the morning shows to the ones with their own day time shows. Of late I am alternating my listening to Radio 1 and Radio 1 Extra at home and 1 and 2 in the car.

The delights of the iplayer mean I can listen to Moyles in the morning then switch to Rampage's mix (roughly 2:15 in) just before they Moyles & Co annoy me with car park catchphrase and (as was) Jo Whiley, now Fearne Cotton.

I've listened to snatches of Jo Whiley and Edith Bowman in the past. They grated. Can't help it, they just did.

When 'kitchen time' coincided with the Chart Show I might listen. Fearne Cotton wasn't always on there and there was usually Reggie too when she was. The programme is obviously aimed at a young market, a far cry from Alan Freeman and as I recall DLT of my youth. I'm not a fan. I doubt that bothers 'my BBC' especially, I'm not in the demographic.

Anyway, after I have listened to the (roughly 45-minute) Rampage mix I can then switch to the live feed or not depending on my moods and wants. That was the listening pattern I had adopted.

Painfully aware of the change - there was much indulgence of Whiley's departure - I thought I would give it a chance. Avoiding the overly-long handover from Moyles, I 'tuned' back in for the start of the Fearne Cotton show.

I really did give it a try but didn't last very long I have to admit. I didn't time it, but I think it was only five minutes into my listening when she began going on about how she was too old to fancy the young ones so fancied the dad (shrugs shoulders) in Gossip Girl. Which is exactly why I can't abide female DJs. I clicked off the iplayer and whispered a silent hope that my clicks were recorded by 'my BBC' and it went into a report somewhere.



Fearne Cotton, not broadcasting to me. Because of her clothing range and 'other work', most of the pictures of Fearne Cotton seem to be zany or bizarre.

I went outside again today. Inadvisable but that's me; livin' on the edge. NoozeHoundette really wanted to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Her Mum was not in the least interested so yours truly was the chosen companion. We'd seen the trailer and it looked OK and made a note to watch it at the local 3D cinema, some 25 minutes and £10 more away. NoozeHoundette received a movie card for her birthday for the local multiplex from my sister. My recent lack of liquidity was brushed aside owing to this card and NoozeHoundette offered to treat me. I was expressly forbidden from letting the child pay for both of our tickets, but it was cheap Tuesday so the pain was lessened. Two good seats for a net cost to NoozeHound of under four quid.

I didn't really have particularly high hopes for the film, but I really quite enjoyed it. I've read subsequently that there were complaints it was not like the book. There's a book?


I laughed a lot. There were a lot of visual gags, some of which I found myself laughing at alone. It was a small audience and apparently not of the highest intellect.



Of one thing I am virtually certain. There is a scene on the dock, around when Flint meets Sam, I think. If I recall correctly there is a seagull. I am looking at the sea thinking "I bet that cost a lot."

The film is nicely coloured but the characters are very big-eye puppy/duckling, oversize head. The sea, I thought, was amazingly textured and detailed. Massive props to the guy that did 'the sea' in Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. I don't imagine for one second another soul inside that movie theatre had that thought go through their head.

When the film finished it struck me I had seen it all before. There was little point in bouncing it off of NoozeHoundette, much of the sources I was quoting were from before she was born.

Spoiler alert - there follows comparisons that will give the entire game way. You are warned...






A man-made device launched into space grows and takes on a life of it's own. The planet, because of man's disposable life-style, has become overrun with garbage and uninhabitable. The trash is taking over.

It's 'a Perfect Storm' we are told. They are going to feel the effects all over the world. This will be a global disaster. Our hero is forced into action using his intellect.Taking a small piece of code, the hero, a geek, skinny with bad hair, flies up to the enemy with a view of getting to the centre and installing the code to disable the machine

Elsewhere, Arsenal went past West Brom to the next leg of the Carling Cup, winning 2-0 as they did. It wasn't on telly and there was no highlights I could find. I didn't check Sky sports though. Being an Arsenal game , not without it's controversy and the scumbags at ITV must be guttted they missed the chance to video-hound another Arsenal player.

Happy Birthday Kay - your card is sitting beside me.

Welcome to the disappointment.