Tuesday, March 13, 2007

March Update

Been a funny month, this, dear blog reader (funny, 'peculiar', as opposed to, you know, 'ha-ha.' That's before anyone asks).The March Book Club show (which had very much a North East flavour for that particular episode) went out on 5 March featuring the following books:
  • Stuart Maconie - Pies & Prejudice: In Search Of The North (Ebury Press)
  • Anna Ralph - The Floating Island (Hutchinson)
  • Iain Banks - The Crow Road (Abacus)
  • Harry Pearson - Actung Schweinehund!: A Boy's Own Story Of Imaginary Combat (Little/Brown)
  • John Simpson - Twenty Tales From The War Zone (Pan)
All highly recommended, as usual. The episode can be heard online here. Just click the Book Club link (the one with the perfectly terrifying photo of yer actual Keith Telly Topping on it) and that will guide you to the episode. The next show will be broadcast/webcast on 2 April - same bat time, same bat channel.

In the meantime this blogger is also continuing to do the weekly TV reviews on The Julia Hankin Show on Thursdays (usually around 2:10 to 2:30pm). This week's episode should be amusing as Julia won't actually be in the studio (she's doing and outside broadcast live from Penshaw Monument). So, all sorts of inelegant malarkey, shenanigans and kerfuffes may well ensure. Or not. We are, after all, professionals. Well, Jules is, anyway...

Current listening:-
  • Life On Mars Soundtrack
  • The Zutons
  • Sandinista!
  • That Petrol Emotion
  • Paul Weller
  • Basement Jaxx
  • Dreadzone
  • Richard Thompson
Current viewing:-
  • 24
  • Lost
  • Life On Mars
  • Battlestar Galactica
  • Time Team
  • The Last Days Of The Raj
  • State Of Play
  • House
  • Simon Schama's A History Of Britain
  • Strangers (series one)
  • The Riches (the new Eddie Izzard/Millie Driver US drama, the first episode of which was spectacularly good).
... and, in the forthcoming week(s), keep your mincers peeled for
  • Mobile
  • Doctor Who (series three)
  • The episode of CSI which is on Channel Five next Wednesday (featuring Roger Daltrey - you will never recognise him, trust me).
Yer actual Keith Telly Topping Had a very nice day today - 'networking' with his mate Malcolm Holt at the world-famous Trillions in th'toon and then did a bit of shopping. We do this about once every six weeks or so - grab a couple of pints and lunch and have a chat about authoringhoodness and telly and other boring stuff that makes the other people in the pub move away from us, quickly. It gets us out of the house, I guess.

Speaking of which, this blogger haven't actually been feeling very well of recent times. Nowt specific like chest pains and a tingling sensation down the left arm but, enough of a 'general malaise' to get him in to the doctors for a check-up. Let's see if the blood pressure scores off the map this time which had been Keith Telly Topping's ambition for some time now.

Recently, in an e-mail with a friend, Keith Telly Topping was asked if he likes 'stuff' and, if so, what 'stuff', specifically, it is that he likes. So, he did a little list which he thought he'd share with y'all since he haven't got much else to talk about.

Stuff that yer actual Keith Telly Topping his very self enjoys:
  • Long walks in the park at twilight.
  • Swimming, naked, in a shady nook, by a babbling brook on a sunny summer's day.
  • Chicken and King Prawn curry with boiled rice and no onions.
  • Socialising with friends.
  • Exotic foreign travel to exciting locations.
  • Reading a good book with a glass of wine by a roaring log fire.
  • The love of a Big Dirty Woman. Or two. 
  • Watching a DVD in his nice, warm centrally-heated Stately Telly Topping Manor on a bone-chilling autumnal day where the wind doth blow on St Anthony's Estate like a nun farting.
  • Being right more often than being wrong.
  • A good, hard plop twice a day.
  • Planning the manic and ultraviolent vengeance that Keith Telly Topping will, one day, wreak upon those who have wronged him throughout the years.
  • Watching football.
  • Sinking into a nice hot relaxing bath and lying there for forty five minutes doing nowt except listening to Keith Telly Topping's own heartbeat.
  • Expanding his intellect.