What, you thought she had a successful musical and then modelling career based solely* on her good looks and singing ability? Please!
A hard-to-find picture of Myleene wearing clothes |
A right hard-case |
I know what you're thinking**, so let me pre-empt you. When the Wrathfull Wrasse is on holiday, the Bullying Bass takes over.
Spiny Norman |
"Poirot: How Does Your Garden Grow"
Please note that the Villain in this episode is given away by the Villain's Partner near the end. If the VP had been sober or sensible enough to keep their flapping pie-hole shut, there would have no shrieking confession from the villain, and the case would have been a lot harder to prosecute. After all, there is a motive, but only circumstantial evidence to point towards the Villain; the Companion and Cook are equally suspect without a confession. Or even Sinister Bolshevik Revolutionaries, seeking to foment a little mayhem. All in all, this Convenient Confession is rather a trifle pat, don't you think? Although it does tie all the loose ends up nicely in under an hour, which is probably what ITV were looking for, as much as excellent set dressing and location shooting.
Poirot has arrived: he's had a rose named after him. Lucky rascal! |
Claw The Thin Ice: "Transfixed"
This is the latest from those local heroes whose frontman, singer, composer and studio engineer Ian Breen is one of my chums at work. This is rather different from their debut "Exercise", and it includes two covers of The Pretenders and Jam & Spoon. I like it, and actually caught myself humming the tune to "Mysteries", which has some very nice background guitar licks on it.
Claw The Thin Ice playing at the Travelling Man comic shop. NOW I CAN DIE HAPPY! |
Having done so I'm glad, except that since this is not a release on a major record label, the tracks are all down as "Track #" "Unknown Artist" on i-tunes, which means locating them after I upload more recent albums will be a bit of a chore***.
Here's one they made earlier -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noY3IFI2D-s
Oh, Wo(dehous)e Is Me!
Yes, I am back re-reading the Jeeves novels I got last Christmas, as it has been long enough that I can't remember a blessed thing about them. Today it was "Jeeves In The Offing", from 1960, so rather late in Plum's oeuvre. In this dainty volume Bertie Wooster is cast upon his own devices as Jeeves has gone for a holiday at Herne Bay. Remember, please, that Jeeves is NOT a butler - he is a Gentleman's Gentleman, although in the case of Bertie he's also very much the brains of the operation.
Hugh Laurie. Born to play Bertie |
There may be more to it but space forbids.
This man IS Jeeves. Sorry, forgotten his real name |
The carrot-topped Jezebel. Sorry, Bobbie. |
See What You Did, Gerry Anderson?
It's official, SpaceIL are booking cargo space on the SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket in 2017, sending a probe to the lunar surface.
Not just any probe, oh no - this one hops.
Conrad avoids cheapening the moment with crude puns. |
It hops! It stops! It hops! It - ah you get the idea. |
* Do you see what - oh you do.
** Only metaphorically. DARPA still haven't ironed the kinks out of their Patented Telepathy Helmet. Yet.
*** Oh the agonies of my lifestyle, eh?
^ Take it from me, never boil your kettle when it's full of fish. The house stinks for days and it's the very devil of a job to scour out the kettle.
^^ If such a thing is possible.
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