14 Jul 2007

" Well, you can say what you want
But it won't change my mind
I'll feel the same about you
And you can tell me your reasons
But it won't change my feelings
I'll feel the same about you "

This is going to be the title of my biography, I think it's apt. Anyway I've spent the week watching the two seasons of Life On Mars. It was a well written and well acted piece of entertainment the only thing I found wrong with it (apart from the modern windows and the incredible growing strawberry milk) was the ending (Stop reading now if you haven't seen the end yet). I mean all the two seasons I was willing him to get back to the 21st century and to the gorgeous Archie Panjabi. Then finally when he did he didn't like it. The final two shows were spent with you thinking that the other characters in the show were a visualisation that he came up with in his coma to represent a tumour in his head after the rest of the shows where you weren't sure if he was in a coma in 2006/7 or had actually gone back in time to 1973. So the operation was a success and he ended up back in the real world but decided he didn't like it so he ends up chucking himself off the roof of a building so that he goes back to 1973. A point of contention with me is the fact that he ended up going back to the exact time he left and as anyone knows whose dreamt of 'doing naughties' with someone they like, you never fall asleep back into the same dream. Besides which if the others were a figment of his imagination wouldn't they be missing? Also as soon as he died in the real world his 1973 world would end as well so how the hell they are getting a spin off series to follow god knows. I mean having lived in 1973 I couldn't imagine a worse place to be. Conservative government, three day week, power cuts, lightning strikes, IRA bombs, things cooked in lard, racism, poverty, E numbers in food, no mobile phones, three tv channels (that stopped at 10 pm) no internet or PC's and I was four years old plus you didn't even get the sweeney till 1975. I had my parents 'unique' version of raising me, school, ten years in a backwoods Norfolk village and Mrs Thatcher to look forward to. 1973? Nien Danke.

Anyway here's the post for this week. I've put up a Harry Enfield show called Smashy And Nicey: End of an era. Which along with the Norman Ormal show he did was one of the funniest things he's done (funnier than the last BBC series he did anyway). Basically it's a pastiche of the way BBC Radio 1 DJ dinosaurs were culled/resigned in the early nineties. Watch it you'll laugh. Also I've upped the UK number ones from 1978, 1979 and 1980 that I found in my travels accross the interweb. Although I know a certain analy retentive ex manager freind of mine who'll probably find one that was only a number two.... I can say what I like he's away in the med getting me a Sicillian contract killer's phone number. Shh no body tell him what I said when he comes back.

http://rapidshare.com/files/43017418/S_N-EoAE.part01.rar Harry Enfield









http://rapidshare.com/files/43288032/78.rar Number 1's




1 comment:

Jevarell said...

Thanks you are "da man"!

Been looking for this for ages!