Saturday, 30 January 2010

How can a toilet deal with so much cake?

Hello you.  Yes you.  Check this out.

I am hoping this will become a huge craze this year.  It is a bit old (I first saw it back in those heady days of 2k7).  Simon Pegg, Nick Frost and Edgar Wright were doing their Hot Fuzz promotional tour of the States.  It was Frost's birthday and he kept getting cakes from people.  They couldn't handle all the cake thrust upon them and they couldn't take it between states, so they decided to flush them down their hotel room toilets.  I cried tears of laughter when I saw these videos back then.  I hope you like them too:

I especially like the "vein of mousse" line.

Best line: "Plop one".

Highlight for me: "It's so soft though, we might as well kill it".

Jimmy Kimmel - who I have to be honest means not much to me - even got in on the act (embedding disabled by the net fascististas apparently):

For my birthday this year I am considering having two cakes, one to eat and one to flush down the bloomin' toilet, yeah?  Join me and start the revolution.

Tuesday, 26 January 2010


I work in the health sector, and googled Guy's Hospital today.  My search resulted in the following review by someone who has obviously sat in the ever soothing environs of hospitals on numerous occasions:

"Perfect place to relax and take your mind off a sore mouth.  Overall, excellent."

First of all, I doubt that this really is the "perfect place to relax" if your mouth is sore.  Secondly, I am amazed by the idea that this person has actually taken the time to write that review, which offers nothing of use.  At all.

Meanwhile, over on the annoyingly addictive Daily Mail website, some intrepid reporters have been watching 'vuh telleh'.  Apparently, blank faced Amanda Holden was a guest on ITV1's This Morning and was "momentarily lost for words" when they showed a clip of her appearance as a 19 year old on Blind Date.

I don't really understand how this could be, considering I (along with millions of others) have seen this clip numerous times on various cheap clip shows.  I laugh like a drain every time I see it.  "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA.  Look at her!  She looks like a normal person on an early nineties game show!  What a kraken!"  She really shouldn't be embarrassed by it, and it really does annoy me that anyone could react to it in the way Holden did.

The main thing that got me about this story was the way it scrutinised the gap in her teeth (which to me is hardly noticeable).  The next sentence is perhaps one of the most important pieces of journalism I have ever read:

"One theory is that Miss Holden's growing wisdom teeth may have pushed her front pair closer together, closing the gap."

Wow.  It may not be the theory of relativity, but it certainly has the potential to change the world as we know it.

Sunday, 24 January 2010

And now the weather, with Fairy Hands.

I have a slight obsession with weather presenters. I think that it stems from the idea that these normal looking (well, maybe not all of them are normal looking - read the delectable Becky Heald née Mantin) are to be found in front of a map at all times, another of my passions. By the way, imagine having a map behind you wherever you roam. That would be fantastic, as long as it was the BBC map and not the laughable crayon drawings that lurk behind Sian Lloyd and co. over at ITV.

I often have a compulsion to greet the weather man/woman when they appear on my gogglebox. "Hiya Jay", I shout at Jay Wynne as he strides in from stage right after Newsnight like a gameshow host. "Evening Helen", I bellow at the perpetually pregnant Helen Willets as I settle down to her reassuring forecast.

I have come to realise recently that I have only ever enjoyed the skills of one non-BBC presenter, the aforementioned Becky Heald. She is a delight, with perfect teeth and hair and hands that swoosh across the map with effortless poise. I spotted Becky when she was a fledgling on my local ITV news. I knew she was destined for the top and indeed can now be seen on the national weather. It is such a shame that she is on ITV, but I understand that she isn't a trained meteorologist and therefore cannot be on the Beeb.

I have decided to list my top 5 weather presenters in this blog post.  Compiling my dream team of weather forecasters is a tricky task, and does include Mantin purely for sentimental reasons. I have discounted Bill Giles and Michael Fish - too old school - as well as the BBC Look East weather girl Julie Reinger due to her annoying haircut.

1.  Daniel Corbett.

The high priest of weather and a true pro.  Corbett has panache and flair in abundance, with a unique way of gesturing towards the map which led to me nicknaming him 'Fairy Hands'.  In Armando Iannucci's show Tim Trumpet, he is depicted as scattering magical dust across the map.  Corbett even has his own fanblog, named after his catchphrase - That's The Weather, for Now.  Here's a video of Dan giving a typical forecast:

2. Becky Heald.

Heald should be an international superstar.  She's also much better than Anglia's other alumni like Becky Jago and Wendy Hurrell.

The punk rocker of weather presenters.  I have enjoyed Rob's style since I was a youngster, and he always seems to put a bit of thought into making his segments interesting.  This seems effortless to me and I salute him.

Always chirpy, but never annoyingly so.  This guy is someone who I'd like to go for a pint with.  He tries to include references to the football, and keeps things snappy and at a nice pace.  A newcomer but destined for great things.  Winner!

5.  Arthur the Haitian Weatherman.

I love this weather presenter purely because of this popular video:

I hope he is OK after the recent earthquake.  Incidentally, you can donate to the earthquake appeal at the top of this blog.  DO IT!

So, there we have it.  I sometimes wonder whether this interest in weather presenters makes me odd.  It most probably does.

And that's all the blogging, for now......................

Sunday, 17 January 2010

Children of Men

I am watching the 2006 chuckle-fest Children of Men.

I have seen it before, but had forgotten quite how compelling it is.  I love the washed out colour and how realistic it seems.  It could be our future.  The scene in which the car that Clive Owen's character is in gets ambushed in a forest by some nutters with burning cars and an armed motorcyclist is truly terrifying.

The best thing about it is the sound.  Gunfire and explosions really cut through you.  I really enjoy films with good sound engineering (soundography?).  I don't really know why.  It an aspect of cinema that one often takes for granted.

A particular movie which had stunning sound was Brick:

There is a specific scene in which Joseph Gordon-Levitt is punched whilst running through a 
school. I recommend you to see this movie for that moment alone (the rest of it is pretty 
good too, especially if you appreciate a good film noir)

Friday, 15 January 2010

Some funny blogsz that I am a fan of

For larfs, I like the following blogs best:

The grand-master of humorous blogs.  I assume that everyone knows about this.  It is so popular that the word "fail" in the correct context seems to have creeped into common lexicon.  A Match of the Day commentator even used it last year.  I don't even know why I'm telling you this because everyone knows about it.  I predict that "Dave" Cameron will use it in the upcoming election.  In fact, he probably has done already.  Gah.

People jumping into the back/foreground of photographs.  This post shows a master at work.  I think she is my dream gal.

A new entry this one.  A woman who notes down her husband's sleep talking, e.g. "Butter... nut... squash. I like those words." Mad props to Tim from @diginate for educating me about this.

Stupid things people post/say on Facebook.  Lamebook is probably the more well established, but  Failbooking has some gems sometimes.

Photographs of people/families in odd or awkward poses.  Always worth a look.

Fabulous videos of terrible shows.

Yes, he is my friend... but Tim, the man behind Custom Skins and Diginate, has a knack for delivering consistently funny "updates" about life in the cut and thrust world of printing.  He also posts useful updates about how best to order stickers and stuff.

I have compiled a little recommended list of blogs and things that I like to follow on my Google Reader.  I may have missed some (e.g. sleeptalkinman).  Take a peek at my shared items to see the stuff that catches my peeper.

Let me know your own faves yeah?

Happy browsing!

Thursday, 14 January 2010


Hello one and welcome some.

This is my 3rd or 4th attempt at a blog.  My most successful try came in the year that I taught Engrish in Japan.  It was great, but I stopped blogging as soon as I came back to the UK.  The title of the blog - "Big in Japan" - probably forced my hand somewhat.

I am determined to keep it going, but I will need some Uri Geller-esque positivity from all my worshipful subjects out there.  If you're with me, I will totally pwn this thing.  ONWAAAAAARD!

So this launch post is something that I have been thinking about since I set this blog up last night.  I was a bit stuck, but then on my journey back home from my day at the infotron (note the decadent marble cladding) I realised that I had the chance of making a mini-pilgrimage to the setting of one of the finest sitcoms ever... Black Books.  For anyone interested in where to find misanthrope Bernard Black's shop façade, make your way to Leigh Street in Bloomsbury, London.

Anyway, so after being served in Jessops on High Holborn by a delightful chap, I decided to walk home and made my way up Procter Street.  On the way, I noticed a poster for a talk on architecture at the Cochrane Theatre due to be given by Nigel Coates so picked up a couple of tickets.  It's free and should be good.  On I strode, umbrella in hand, and reached Great Ormond Street.  It was at this point that I realised I could visit "Black Books".  It was on the way home, as it happens.  On the way I passed the Renoir Cinema and saw the beautiful sight of their cinema sign.  I took a picture:

I particularly like the wonky N on the end of the word 'Ribbon'.

Round the corner is Leigh Street.  If you go, you will see the shop 70-odd yards down the road on your left, opposite the Norfolk Arms public house.  It is very inconspicuous, and you'd be forgiven for missing it:

I got very excited when I saw it.  The interior is almost exactly how it is in the show!

Black Books was written by all round comedy legends Dylan Moran, Graham Linehan and Arthur Matthews (among others). You should check it out.

Out of interest, here is my route:

That's all for now.  I do have a twitter feed (@El_Nacnud), and lots of other web presences.  Far too many in actual fact.  But check them out if you can.  They're on here somewhere.

Speak soon yeah?  Toodles.