Just when you thought that spring was happily on its way to being sprung, dear blog reader, this crap is what many of us in Britain have woken up to this very week. Thank you, God, that was really appreciated just as the government's financial help with household heating bills scheme is about to extremely run out. Have you got any more examples of 'dramatic irony' parked just around the corner or was that it?
Doctor Who's series fourteen will go 'into genuinely new territory' according to Big Rusty. Two new directors have been added to the line-up for the upcoming series, Julie Anne Robinson and Ben Chessell. Russell broke the news while talking to Doctor Who Magazine. As he does most months. 'Julie Anne is a dream piece of crewing for me, because I've wanted to work with her ever since sitting in awe of the BBC's Blackpool. Julie Anne comes with the best reference ever - an actor called David Tennant, who starred in Blackpool and loves her!' And, very good young Master Tennant was in it, too. 'After the success of Bridgerton, working with Julie Anne became an even more impossible hope,' Big Rusty continued. 'So to realise the dream and get Julie Anne to Cardiff - on two wildly different episodes, by wildly different writers! - is an absolute joy.' While appearing on the Table Manners podcast, Davies also revealed that he intends to stick around the BBC's popular long-running family SF drama for the foreseeable future. He said that he feels he will 'spend years' as showrunner and won't be working on anything else 'for a while.'
In the Production Diary column in Doctor Who Magazine issue five hundred and eighty seven, script supervisor Scott Handcock had this note for Monday 12 December, 2022: 'Somewhere on the outskirts of Cardiff, Block One begins a week of location filming that manages to go completely unnoticed.' Unnoticed by fans, perhaps, but a few locals seemed to notice some changes. In a 3 January post on the The Very Tenuous Claim To Fame Group on ter actual Facebook the following was posted: 'A pub which I occasionally frequent has been closed to the public for a week while the Doctor Who film crew have been filming there. Previously the pub appeared on an episode of Torchwood.' The comments on the post revealed that it was The White Cross Inn at Groeswen. The interior of the pub was used for the first series of Torchwood in the episode Countrycide (not one of the better ones in this blogger's opinion). Further comments indicated that the Doctor Who filming at the location had already wrapped. The White Cross's own Facebook page confirmed that the pub was closed for filming from 12 to 17 December.
Also in the latest issue of Doctor Who Magazine, Siân Reynish, the VFX co-ordinator, told Nick Setchfield about her responsibilities and shared some behind-the-scenes teasers for forthcoming episodes. When asked about what excites her most about the future of Doctor Who visually, Reynish said: 'We're using top of the range technology, the kind that Marvel films use, to make Doctor Who in Wales, which I think is pretty spectacular. It means Doctor Who is at the forefront of pushing the boundaries. And in the Christmas special we're shooting with drones on the set, which no one's done before. Because of the way The Doctor races erratically around the TARDIS, it's amazing to have those sort of shots.'
The revelation by former Doctor Who showrunner Chris Chibnall that the BBC's popular long-running family SF drama's most recent series was 'nearly axed' by the BBC after the pandemic has certainly caused a bit of a fuss. Speaking with the popular fan podcast Radio Free Skaro (old chums of this very blog, as it happens), The Chib said that Jodie Whittaker's third series, Doctor Who: Flux was almost cancelled, adding: 'There was a week where it was not going to be made. There was a week where I'd been offered another job. Because the BBC was just like - the BBC studios - "Where's the money coming from? How are we going to do this? Is it too difficult?" And it literally went down to the wire, there was an hour on one day when it's like, it was done. There are certain things I had to do to get that season made. Because they couldn't find a way to do it. So yes, there absolutely was [doubts] and it was, "Okay, we might have to be going. Okay, so Revolution [Of] The Daleks. That's it."' Chib also said that Jodie had also received a lot of other job offers, placing more doubts on the show. 'Because it had moved in the schedule, she had stuff lined-up for when we were supposed to finish shooting, but then that was delayed by the pandemic,' he noted. 'You know, she's in demand and so she sacrificed a lot. Everybody sacrificed a lot. We did have those moments.' Something which was subsequently reported by everyone from the South Wales Argus to the Digital Spy website, via Boing, Boing and CBR. In that same interview, The Chib predicted that Disney's involvement with the show would expand Doctor Who's offerings. He said: 'That's a really interesting discussion and it will, because now the Disney thing is the perfect solution to opening up space, opening up budgets, opening up - being able to have places for spin-offs, which we wanted to do, but there wasn't the space or budgets for.'
It has been confirmed that the next phase of Doctor Who will include spin-offs from the flagship series - and former companion Katy Manning has spoken about her possible involvement. Since her original stint on the BBC's popular long-running family SF drama between 1971 and 1973, Katy has twice reappeared as her character, Jo Grant – in 2010 on Sarah Jane Interferes and in a cameo for Jodie Whittaker's final episode last year. Most recently, Jo appeared in a short film produced to promote the series nine Blu-ray set which saw her go up against a Sea Devil. With hilarious consequences. Speaking at a BFI screening of The Sea Devils, Katy was asked about just such a possibility. 'There will be spin-offs, there will be people returning - I do know that,' she said. 'I think Granny Jo is a glorious character now - this woman with all these children, championing the world and the thought of this extraordinary old lady of seventy seven. I think it'd be lovely if she just occasionally comes in for a very good reason. They'll bring lots of people back but I hope that Great Granny Jo gets just a little kind of nod here and there.'
Great moments in TV history, number three hundred and eighty nine: Lenny Henry after David Tennant told him, 'you know, you used to be really funny. In about 1983.'
This blogger has been led to believe that, in Glasgow, most of the TARDIS exteriors are actually red. Thing is, dear blog reader, they were all blue until someone had the idea of deep-frying them ...
This blogger's fine fiend, the very excellent Matt Dale, has a New ForeverTV Project that has just launched on You Tube and which you all really ought to check out, here. Particularly if you enjoy a good bit of tootling. And, let's face it, whom amongst us can honestly say that they do not? This blogger knows that he certainly does.
All of which clearly explains exactly why one should never, not never, trust a Venusian Shanghorn with ones perigosto stick. He'd only tootle with it. They're well-known for their tootling are those Shanghorns, dear blog reader. Notorious tootlers, in fact.
The Lord Thy God Steven Moffat (OBE) was featured on Radio 4's Front Row this week being interviewed along with Lucy Caldwell, winner of the BBC National Short Story Award, about writing short stories inspired by the science of the Large Hadron Collider for a new collection called Collision. The project pairs a team of award-winning authors with Cern physicists to explore some of the discoveries being made, through fiction. From interstellar travel using quantum tunnelling, to first contact with antimatter aliens, to a team of scientists finding themselves being systematically erased from history, these stories explore the dark matters that only physics can offer answers to. Thankfully, none of the authors seem to have had their auto-correct set-up like From The North favourite Professor Brian Cox (CBE FSR), otherwise they'd all be writing stories about a 'large hard-on colluder' (after he, allegedly, spilled some yoghurt in there). As, indeed, according to the Metro (so, not a real newspaper) at least one BBC News report actually did have just such an auto-correct malfunction.
Mind you, dear blog reader, all of that is but nothing compared to what Mad Frankie Boyle called it.
And on that Davros-shaped bombshell, dear blog reader, we reach the final batch of Memorably Daft Double-Entendres In Episodes Of Doctor Whom (1963-2022). Which seemed like a good idea when this blogger started it. That's three months of his life he'll never get back. Memorably Daft Double-Entendres In Episodes Of Doctor Whom (1963-2022). Number One Hundred & Eighteen: A Good Man Goes To War.
Memorably Daft Double-Entendres In Episodes Of Doctor Whom (1963-2022). Number One Hundred & Nineteen: Gridlock.
Memorably Daft Double-Entendres In Episodes Of Doctor Whom (1963-2022). Number One Hundred & Twenty: The Idiot's Lantern.
Memorably Daft Double-Entendres In Episodes Of Doctor Whom (1963-2022). Number One Hundred & Twenty One: Castrovalva.
Memorably Daft Double-Entendres In Episodes Of Doctor Whom (1963-2022). Number One Hundred & Twenty Two: The Vampires Of Venice.
Memorably Daft Double-Entendres In Episodes Of Doctor Whom (1963-2022). Number One Hundred & Twenty Three: The Girl In The Fireplace.
Memorably Daft Double-Entendres In Episodes Of Doctor Whom (1963-2022). Number One Hundred & Twenty Four: The Power Of The Doctor.
Memorably Daft Double-Entendres In Episodes Of Doctor Whom (1963-2022). Number One Hundred & Twenty Five: The Aztecs.
And, that's yer whack, dear blog reader. This blogger will now have a week or two off before starting the next Memorably Daft ... semi-regular From The North feature. Unless he's persuaded not to in the mean time. Anything's possible.
The What's On Netflix website ('sod all', at the rate they're currently cancelling shows) has a rather nice little speculative piece by Ashley Hurst, The Sandman: Five Stories We Want To See Adapted In The New Season. Which you can read here and highly recommended it is too. The first three suggestions, Tales In The Sand, the Seasons Of Mist arc and A Midsummer Night's Dream are all likely to feature in the acclaimed Neil Gaiman adaptation when it, eventually returns (the cast getting eaten to death by weasels, notwithstanding, obviously). This blogger would be astonished (though certainly not displeased) if Ashley's final suggestion, Façade makes the cut, given that the central character in this most beautiful story is not one of Neil's copyrights. But, if they can overcome that knotty problem, then no one would be more delighted than this blogger to see if happen.
Whilst The Sandman is, eventually, to return to our screens, dear blog reader, news reaches this blogger that another From The North favourite, Star Trek: Discovery is having its own wings clipped. Variety reports that Discovery will end with the upcoming fifth series at Paramount+. In addition, the final batch of episodes will now debut in early 2024 as opposed to this year as originally announced. Filming is, Variety suggest, mostly complete but, according to 'an individual with knowledge of the situation', there will be 'some additional filming' that has yet to take place. In addition, Paramount is said to be planning to send the show off in style, with events planned in certain key markets throughout the year leading up to the final series' release. 'I can hardly believe that this mind-blowing journey with Star Trek: Discovery is ending,' said series star and producer Sonequa Martin-Green. 'I'm astoundingly blessed by God to have played Captain Michael Burnham and to have taken part in a legacy alongside an extraordinary cast, phenomenal crew and remarkable writing team. To our most supportive partners at CBS Studios and Paramount+, who insisted on making television history, I'm deeply grateful. I'm also deeply grateful for the creative collaboration with our showrunners Michelle Paradise and Alex Kurtzman, as well as Olatunde Osunsanmi and the incomparable team of executive producers. I will never forget how it felt to stand together as a show family, cradling the heirloom of Trek with all those from the franchise at large and with the fans. The fans welcomed us into their hearts as we launched a new iteration of Trek and an entire entertainment platform and we'll never forget it. Sixty five episodes later, here's to the entire company of Star Trek: Discovery, to the show and its fifth and final season, to its beloved fans and to all those who envision a better future.'
Gosh, but that was a jolly fine episode of From The North favourite Endeavour broadcast on Sunday. The second-to-last episode of the Inspector Morse prequel, Uniform, received a glowing review at the Den Of Geek website. In which Louisa Mellor has said pretty much everything this blogger was going to about just how splendid this ninth series has been thus far. Next Sunday's finale will, reportedly, be followed by a documentary celebrating the franchise based on the works of Colin Dexter; one which will, by the time it concludes, have covered three series, thirty six years, one hundred and five episodes and only but one regular cast member going completely off his rocker and becoming unmentionable in polite circles. Inspector Morse, Lewis and Endeavour, dear blog reader. Always watchable, often inspired. A textbook lesson in how to make proper, honest-to-God, brilliant British TV. We may not see its like again.
This blogger has never been a particularly fan of the full-of-their-own importance Rolling Stain magazine. But, just occasionally, one of the odious Middle Class hippy Communist sailing in Jann Wanker's organ of slavver comes up with a worthwhile and readable piece. And, so it was with Fake Bands, Real Songs: The Fifty Best Tunes By Made-Up Musicians. Because, any list which includes appreciation of From The North favourites the Homer's Barbershop Quartet episode of The Simpsons, Beyond The Valley Of The Dolls, The Banana Splits, The Muppet Movie, Almost Famous, Hedwig & The Angry Inch, Nashville, Scott Pilgrim Versus The World , Inside Llewyn Davis, A Mighty Wind, This Is Spinal Tap, We Are Lady Parts, The Archies, A Star is Born, That Thing You Do and The Rutles: All You Need Is Cash can't be all bad.
Although whomsoever it was that wrote The Rutles section of this feature and opined 'Most of the songs are just goofs' before heaping (entirely deserved) praise on 'Cheese & Onions' needs an effin' good slap. 'Goofs', dear blog reader. That's 'Doubleback Alley', 'Piggy In The Middle', 'I Must Be In Love', 'Ouch!', 'Love Life', 'Hold My Hand', 'Let's Be Natural'. Goofs. Never trust a hippy, dear blog reader. Just make them get a haircut and then, set fire to them (hippies are biodegradable, apparently, so you're helping to save the planet if that's a deal-breaker.)
Speaking of things you should be checking out, dear From The North blog reader, You Tube's Beginner Hauntology: The Phantom Raspberry Blower Of Old London Town is well-worth sixteen minutes of your time. A fascinating video essay on the memorable Two Ronnies 1976 film serial. Co-written by Spike Milligan and featuring, aside for Ronnie Barker's oft-observed love of juvenile knob-gags (and, surprisingly almost-but-not-quite anti-Semitic penchant for 'Oy vey, my life' Jewish jokes), great - Hammeresque - production values and many genuinely terrifying moments.
The bit which most freaked-out this blogger as a twelve year old lover of British horror movies was that sequence in the back of a handsome cab when, for no obvious reason Barker's character (Sergeant Balls) was suddenly played by a different - much taller - actor and then switched back to Big Ron, mid-scene before Wee Ronnie Corbett's Inspector Corner of The Yard even noticed. It was one of those 'did I just see what I thought I saw?' moments that this blogger was still citing as a piece of genuinely chilling telly a decade later when he discovered some of his beast fiends also remembered this rather disturbing little conceit .
You can always depend on the good old Daily Scum Express to run shitehawk 'exclusives' which are, seemingly, written by someone with access to a large box of crayons and not much else, particularly in the way of actual research. Take, for instance James Bond Producer Turned Down Beatles Mega-Hit In Historic Blunder concerning the occasionally-rumoured but as-yet-unconfirmed story that United Artists approached Eon Productions to make A Hard Day's Night but the Bond producers rejected the idea and made the disastrous Bob Hope vehicle Call Me Bwana instead. It's a story (or, rather, a variant of a story) which has done the rounds for some time and, most recently, it has been told by Matthew Field and Ajay Chowdhury in their guide to the Bond films, Some Kind Of Hero. The only problem with the story is that Call Me Bwana was filmed in late 1962 (starting in October just a couple of weeks after The Be-Atles first single was released, at a time when they were virtually unknown outside of Greater Merseyside) and it premiered in April 1963 a good six months before United Artists showed any interest in making a film featuring The Be-Atles (a popular beat combo of the 1960s, you might have heard of them). A quote is offered (supposedly by Harry Saltzman to his colleague Cubby Broccoli) 'would you rather make a film with four long-haired schnooks from Liverpool who nobody's heard of, when we've got Bob Hope all ready to go?' Another version of this story - the Daily Mirra showbiz journalist Donald Zeck recommending The Be-Atles to Broccoli and Saltzman for a possible appearance in Call Me Bwana and a similarly-worded Saltzman rejection - appears in the movie's Wikipedia entry. Hopefully, the forthcoming second part of Mark Lewisohn's exhaustive Be-Atles biography trilogy, All These Years (whenever that gets published) will not only clear up The Be-Atles almost-but-not-quite appearance(s) in The Yellow Teddy Bears and/or Saturday Night Out (previously discussed, at length, on this blog) but also this, frankly highly-unlikely, Eon-related malarkey.
And, speaking of films that The Be-Atles (a popular beat combo of the 1960s, you might've heard of them) never made, dear blog readers may also like to read Yahoo! Entertainment's hilarious piece The Beatles' Attempted Lord Of The Rings Adaptation: What It Was & Why It Never Happened written by one Philip Sledge, apparently. Which manages to take a - fundamentally true and quite well-documented - story then and litter it with so many (minor but not insignificant) factual and chronological errors that this blogger lost count after the first twelve!
Pubs, clubs and bars in the UK will stay open into the early hours over the weekend of King Charles III's coronation. Which is, of course, absolutely t'wiffic news if you fancy drinking yourselves senseless as a sign of your massive patriotism. Venues across England and Wales will serve customers for an extra two hours between Friday 5 May and Sunday 7 May. Home Secretary That Awful Braverman Woman will extend licensing hours from the normal closing time, 11pm to 1am to allow people to 'enjoy an extra pint or two.' And then fall into the gutter, bowking rich brown phlegm all over someone's best shoes. That Awful Braverman Woman claimed it was 'a momentous occasion deserving of special celebration.' Because, of course, there is no better way of demonstrating your respect for the incoming monarch than getting yourself smashed, paralytic and pissing your own pants on the way home. It's the British way, is it not?
You know, dear blog reader, how sometimes you can pass an establishment which you have never frequented previously (in this case, a hairdressers in Central Newcastle) and think, 'Yes. Yes, I will give you my custom ...'?
Mind you, the same could - and, indeed, will be - said about this gaff. Not in the least bit undeservedly, either.
The following is but one of many, many reasons why The Godlike Genius of Nick Cave should be canonised ... although, admittedly, that would make him Saint Nick. Which wouldn't be a particularly good look for him on the next Bad Seeds cover.
All of which unlikely shenanigans and cock-and-bull doings bring us, with the tragic inevitability of the tragically inevitable, to that part of From The North dedicated to this blogger's on-going medical malarkey. Or, strictly speaking, malarkeys as there have been - and in fact still are - several. For those dear blog readers who haven't been following this on-going fiasco which appears to have been on-going longer than the career of Cliff Richard & The Shadows, it goes like this: Keith Telly Topping spent some weeks around New Year 2022 feeling rotten; experienced five days in hospital; was discharged; received B12 injections; then more injections; somewhat recovered his missing appetite; got an initial diagnosis; had a consultant's meeting; continued to suffer fatigue and insomnia; endured a second endoscopy; had another consultation; got (unrelated) toothache; had an extraction; which took ages to heal; had another consultation; spent a week where nothing remotely health-related occurred; was given further B-12 injections; had an echocardiogram; received more blood extractions; made another hospital visit; saw the insomnia and torpor continue; received yet more blood tests; had a rearranged appointment for his sick note; suffered his worst period yet with the fatigue. Until the following week. And, then the week after that. Oh, the fatigue, dear blog reader. The depressing, ceaseless fatigue. He had a go on the Blood-Letting Machine; got another sickie; had an assessment; was given his fourth COVID jab; got some surprising news related to his assessment; had the results of his annual diabetes check-up; had another really bad week with the fatigue; followed by one with the sciatica; then one with the chronic insomnia; and, one with a plethora of general cold-related grottiness. A plethora of general cold-related grottiness which continued over the Christmas period and into the New Year. Then, there was that whole 'slipping in The Stately Telly Topping Manor Plague House bath and putting his knee through the side' thing. And, the nasty night-time leg cramps.
'Should have gone to SpecSavers,' the adverts all reckon, do they not, dear blog reader? However, instead, it would seem that this blogger went to srevascepS! Which was, at least, a novel experience.
This week we have seen the most Daily Torygraph whinge of a headline in the history of whinging Daily Torygraph headlines.
Sadly, this family were, perhaps, taken in by a letter previously mentioned on this blog from some Middle Class hippy Communist in the Gruniad extolling the virtues of her aga which, she claimed, 'costs less-than-half the amount - seventy pounds a week - that your column suggests.' A useful example of that age old truism, 'never trust the Gruniad Morning Star. Unless the tell you that an aga is really expensive to both buy and run.' Mind you, dear blog reader, it looks like this nationwide aga-related phenomena is spreading amongst writers and readers of the various broadsheets. Take Carol Midgley in The Times, for instance.
Seriously, dear blog reader, come The Glorious Day, anyone with an aga in their gaff, it's simply got to be a case of 'last fag, up against the wall, bop, bop, bop.' It's the only language these people understand.
Meanwhile, speaking of the Gruniad Morning Star, could Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett's astounding piece of cutting-edge journalism It's The Oldest Rule In British Politics: Don't Threaten To Mass Murder Voters' Cats During A Pandemic be the most Gruniad Morning Star whinging headline in the history of Gruniad Morning Star whinging headlines? This blogger thinks if it isn't then it's in the top one.
To be fair to the Middle Class hippy Communists at the Gruniad , though, they've been having a lot of fun over the last week or so following the announcement of forthcoming potential mass redundancies at the Gruniad's - and, indeed, everyone else's - bête noire the Daily Scum Mail. Because, let's face, there's never a time when that's not funny.
Worthless, right-wing shit-scum toe-rags GB News broke broadcasting rules last April when ex-presenter Mark Steyn made 'potentially harmful and materially misleading' claims about Covid-19 vaccines, regulator Ofcom has said. He spoke about 'only one conclusion' after te release of official data, about the third Covid jab's 'significantly greater risk' of 'infection, hospitalisation and death.' This blogger, despite his significant health issues over the last year (see above) has now had four Covid shots and has neither been infected, hospitalised (not for this, anyway) or, indeed, died. So, explain that, Mister so-called Steyn and stay fashionable whilst you're about it. Ofcom - a politically-appointed quango, elected by no one, let it be remembered - said that Steyn's conclusions were wrong and 'may have resulted in viewers making important decisions about their own health.' GB News said that it was 'disappointed.' And, to paraphrase the late and much-missed Mandy Rice-Davies, 'well, they would, wouldn't they?' In his show, Steyn referred to data from the UK Health Security Agency to compare people who had received the first two vaccinations with those who had also had a third as a booster. 'His interpretation that there was "only one conclusion" from this comparison was misleading because it did not take account of key factors such as the significant differences in age or health of the people in these two groups,' Ofcom said. 'The programme also failed to reflect that the UKHSA reports made clear that the raw data should not be used to draw conclusions about vaccine efficacy, due to the biases inherent in the vaccinated and unvaccinated populations.' Ofcom said that the group who had been boosted 'included far larger numbers of older people' and Steyn failed to take into account 'the fact that older people are more likely to die or be hospitalised than younger people.' Steyn left GB News three months ago amid a dispute over contract terms he claimed could have made him personally liable for Ofcom fines. Sadly, Ofcom said it was not imposing a fine or other sanctions. Pity. Steyn's programme is also the subject of a second Ofcom investigation into comments made by a guest, author and journalist Naomi Wolf, about the vaccine on 4 October.
Remember, dear blog reader, if you are witness to some odious right-wing scum-louse telling lies in your vicinity you have a civic duty to grass up their mistruthing to the relevant authorities and then watch on, vastly amused, as they are made a public spectacle thereof. Sorry, but it's The Law.
From The North favourite and this blogger's personal hero/heroine, Eddie Izzard has announced a new name, saying that she wants to be called Suzy from now on. 'I'm gonna be Suzy Eddie Izzard,' Suzy Eddie announced at a recording of The Political Party podcast this week. 'I'll put Suzy there and then Eddie and then people can choose what they want and no one can go wrong. I've wanted to be Suzy since I was ten,' The Artists Formerly Known As Eddie said in a Q&A with comedian Matt Forde.
Reportedly, dear blog reader, That Awful Braverman Woman is said to be extremely keen on reviving this particular piece of legislation.
Meanwhile, the Prime Minister's decision to do a Hues Corporation cover has, apparently, gone down really badly with The Tory Massive.
The From The North Headline Of The Week award nominees this time aroud include Sussex World's Man With 'Barefoot Lifestyle' Says He Was Told To Leave McDonald's Because He Had No Shoes.
Metro (so, not a real newspaper) and their Our Lives Are Being Made A Misery By Out Of Control Trees On Our Street. If Doctor Who taught us one thing, dear blog reader, it's that 'the tress have no mercy.'
Edinburgh Live's Fuming Pregnant Edinburgh Woman 'Can't Get Pram In Garden' As Neighbours Build Fence.
News.co.nz's Northland Police Find Cat With Teapot On Head After Loud Banging Complaint.
An RTE News classic, Copious Cups Of Tea As Inis Mór Hosts TedFest.
The Gruniad Morning Star's thigh-slappingly hilarious Sunderland's "Iconic" Glass Centre To Close After Glass Starts Cracking.
The Modesto Bee's 'Do Not Be Alarmed'. Stanislaus Sheriff's Office Responds To 911 Calls About Lights In Sky. Especially when said lights in the sky happen to be Venus and Jupiter. Both of which are, apparently, all right tonight.
Mars, on the other hand. Not so much ...
Then, there's the Evening Crocodile's Gateshead Gardener's Fury As Garage Roof Plants Itself In Her Flower Beds. And, to be fair, she does, indeed, look well-vexed and geet cross about this right-shite state of affairs. And whom can honestly blame her?
And, finally, Dorest Live's Man Had Sex On Neighbour's Bollard In Angry Parking Row. This blogger is sure you'll agree, it's the pointed use of the word 'bollard' here that makes it art.
