The Joan McCartney Memorial Guitar
Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010A.K.A. the Fender Jim Root Telecaster, but I bought it with money My Nan™ left to me in her will. Legend.
A.K.A. the Fender Jim Root Telecaster, but I bought it with money My Nan™ left to me in her will. Legend.
Here’s my final review of Battlestar Galactica, now that it’s finished:
I’m done.
I found this lying around, thought I’d share.
Whilst wandering around the local Zavvi during their administration/closure sales, I spotted a bargain: Hitchcock 14 Disc Box Set. All discs have extras in the form of behind the scenes interviews with any actors who are still alive, Hitchcock’s daughter, etc. Great value. Anyway, me and The Missus decided we’d watch them in chronological order (as listed above). We’re only three movies in and already we’re loving it.
Saboteur & Shadow Of A Doubt are both black and white movies, and both amazingly old in every way (which caused us to giggle more than a little bit, sorry). The next movie we watched was Rope. From the minute it started, we could tell things had stepped up a little. Apart from being in “glorious technicolor”, everything was just so much more… Hitchcock. The classic Hitchcock tension was there; the acting was worlds apart from the previous movies; the music wasn’t totally 40’s, etc. Each scene was one long take, which would last around ten minutes, as that was the average length of film in the camera. I wonder how many modern actors could last that long without fluffing their lines. We were both totally gripped and thought it to be most excellent (and, like, totally bodacious, dude).
It soon struck me that I’d love to have the money to fund a remake.
Jake just hit me with a meme, so as it’s a Sunday and I’m looking for things to do in an effort to put off the housework, I present you with seven things you may (or may not) know about me:
I don’t really know many people who blog these days, so I’ll just have to pass it on to The Missus, Chris Mills, Jon Hicks, and Jon Sidnell. If I can think of three more people, I’ll whack them with it.
My favourite guitarist and slight hero, James Patrick Page, Esq., is officially a pensioner today.
Keep on rockin’ that Les Paul, Jimmy.

2009 arrives tomorrow, rendering 2008 obsolete. While there are still a few hours of it to go, I thought I may as well do an end–of–year roundup and make myself feel important in the process. Apart from my decision to start blogging again, these things happened:
I’m sure there were probably a few other things that made the year memorable/forgettable, but that’s all I can think of for now.
Right, 2009, let’s get it on!
I have a day off from work today. I’ve already upgraded two WordPress installations, with another one to do. That one has a few hacks I need to tend to, meaning it’s a bit more involved. Aside from that, I’m fixing up my girlfriend’s PC, which has lovingly gifted her a virus. Piece of shit operating system.
It’s fricking freezing in this room, we don’t have a radiator in it. At least I don’t have to do any walking outside today; it was like a bloody ice rink out there last night.
I use a combination of the following to build this site:
Here are the last five tracks my Last.fm page knows about:




