I was leafing through the online comments of the "demise" of Sherlock when I came across this little gem.
It just shows they're alive and out there and they can type!
Shame it wasn't in purple ink!

Honestly, what a pile of drivel. My children were watching. Who in their right minds thinks that the amount of blood shown after the detective's fall is acceptable? Typical left wing "I-love-bodily-fluids" hippies, thinking that everyone shares their depraved opinions. What would Her Royal Higness think, being confronted by a scene like that. She survived TWO WORLD WARS! DO YOU THINK IT IS NECESSARY TO REMIND HER OF THE BLOODSHED? The BBC should be ashamed of this so called "adaptation". An adaptation needs to keep common elements with the original. This worthless waste of space and time shares nothing with the original work's perfectly executed Victorian finesse. Conan Doyle would be spinning in his grave, unless some god awful television writer decided he hadn't actually died and it was all fake.
- Alexander Lionheart, Buckinghamshire, 17/1/2012 14:12

So far a triumph! Ray Winston chewing up the scenery. Mrs Haversham looking sad and lonely yet quietly menacing with the constant scratching of her hand. Estelle, bitchy and foxy at the same time.

You were completely immersed in the story and compared to Downton Abbey with it's constant ad breaks it was a pleasure to watch.

Arsenal: Fabianski, Djourou, Koscielny, Squillaci, Miquel, Oxlade-Chamberlain, Coquelin, Frimpong, Benayoun, Park, Chamakh. Subs: Mannone, Vermaelen, Arshavin, Gervinho, Eastmond, Ozyakup, Yennaris.

That team must be a commentator's nightmare. No respite even from the subs!

Commuting might be a problem though!

Now I am always reluctant to criticise other people's life choices but read this and wonder at this story from the local press;

"A MAN accused of having sex with a bull mastiff dog was bailed to await trial at Gloucester Crown Court on Friday.

The man from Lechlade, pleaded not guilty to having intercourse with an animal on January 15 this year.

The charge alleges that he 'intentionally performed an act of penetration of a living animal, namely a bull mastiff'."

A Bull Mastiff for God's sake, surely that is taking your pleasures to a dangerous extreme?

It's a warm but pleasant night in Charleston SC, we're in an Italian bar & restaurant. The girl at the door apologises because there's no booths available and would y'all like to sit at the bar? We accept.
In the corner there's drums, a double bass and a keyboard, the Lady of the House has ordered a Margarita and I've got a long cold beer.
The band take their place and this young girl steps up to the mike and sings Stormy Weather to perfection.
Incredibly it was open mike night and this girl, no more then 18, had walked off the street to sing it.
For the next two hours we were treated to jazz of the highest level by people who only turned up because they love it and love playing/singing it!
In all the night cost me $70 in drinks, best value I've had for years.

Standing in a field last Saturday at Rewind little did I know I would be a witness to rock and roll history.
I was in that audience that saw the last ever gig of The Original Bucks Fizz.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2029604/Cheryl-Baker-Mike-N...

No doubt before the year's out thousands and thousands will be claiming they were there.
When Bobby G next performs I'm going only to shout "Judas!"

shame nobody's mentioned to Robert a syrup is not a good look!

experience has taught us where you are likely to find this annoying creature, but last night I came across the pensioner Fuckwits!
The Lady of the House wanted to go see Vincent & Flavia from Strictly Come Dancing doing a Midnight Tango show in Bristol. Having seen and been bowled over by an Argentinian Company last year at Sadlers Wells I agreed.
Although it was Tango Lite it was passable but behind me was the dreaded bus party!!! Aaaaaghhh!
They didn't shut up the whole night! It was warm or it was cold, they wanted the toilet, they wanted the time. Where was the bus meeting them? Did anyone want a sweet? Isn't Flavia lovely? Where did she get her dresses?
And then to cap it all in the middle of an energetic Argentinian Tango with the band going full tilt the sound of gentle snoring! Some old boy had drifted off despite the racket going on around him. The thing was, nobody in the party seemed to think this was unusual in the slightest and just left him to it.
My Better Half has never understood my problem with the Fuckwits but last night she got it and the radiation that beamed from her eyes towards the lead Fuckwit when she turned and stared at them left them in no doubt as to her displeasure. Didn't shut them up though!

My CD collection is getting out of hand and i'm losing track of what's where. Can anybody in the Parish recommend, for a Mac, anything to catalogue my CDs? Is there one that uses the Itouch as a scanner,reads the barcode and loads it up?

One very serious and relevant question has not been asked yet.
Why has it not been called Wappinggate yet? I think we should be told.

Having digested this months mag I'm bewildered by the latest Best and Worst.
I can't really disagree with the worst, they're mainly all useless. It's the best I can't get my head round. I know it's a personal thing but some names are screaming their omission. Surely Kurosawa outranks Takeshi? To praise the Coen Bros. for True Grit and not even consider the work of the daddy of westerns, John Ford is Bewildering. After all The Searchers is not only the greatest Western of all time but close to one the greatest films!
But the most scandalous of all is no places for Bill Forsyth, Clint Eastwood, Max Sennet and most criminal of all Orson Welles!
Anyone else thinking similarly?

Don't know is posted elsewhere but one of the great eccentrics has left the building for the last time.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/obituaries/culture-obituaries/music-obit...

With the Captain recently leaving us there's not many left now.

While listening to her honeyed tones on Ken Bruce this morning she asked for LA Woman and said it transported her to California in a convertible, hood down, driving up the coast with that on the CD.
For a brief few minutes I wasn't on the A34 heading to Portsmouth but on the Big Sur.
Just ask Kirsty, just ask!

Anyone else watch that "thriller" that was on over two nights on ITV? That's two hours of my life gone.

If you did what the hell happened at the end??? The mother and boyfriend got banged up (for what we don't know), the daughter who was dying of cancer suddenly grew long blonde tresses (how? did they spend the money?) and nobody explained what happened to the solicitor behind the killings.
Seems someone editing it looked at the clock realised there was only ten minutes left in the running time and took a great pair of shears to the film!
I hate these programmes that leave you mystified.