Plots

From time to time I've pissed and moaned about the annoyances caused by the ongoing preparations for the 2010 Olympics. But of course London is not far behind. The Olympics were always going to be a double-edged sword for East London. There are some poor areas which could benefit from having a huge amount of money spent and drawing money in to the area.

But when people's allotments are under threat, well that's just asking for trouble. Way to upset the people.

Now, to be honest, I've never had an allotment, but I can totally see the importance of them to people who don't have gardens. For inner city folk on an overcrowded isle to not only get away to their own small plot of land, but to actually grow veggies for the family, allotments have been an important part of life.
I think it's just rotten for suits in offices to design for the needs of the event with no account of the needs of the people who actually live there and who will continue to do so long after the Olympics have finished.

Jack Black. Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny has about as much plot as a Macdonald's advert, but I just loved it. Watching Jack Black throw his porky little body around yet again, and mug to his own singing, not to mention the musical magic from Kyle Gas's guitar kept me transfixed throughout. Or, to put it another way, Pick of Destiny was probably made on someone's credit card and kept me entertained. Miami Vice no doubt cost millions and didn't hold my attention.
There was a kid at the beginning of the film, supposedly playing a young Jack Black to Meatloaf's JB's dad. He was utterly, utterly brilliant.
There was another moment in the film where Jack Black looked like a slightly chunkier version of Max from L-Word.

A sign outside the secondary school across the road from us tells you to 'Slow Down and Drive Safe'. Yep. A secondary school. Yep, drive safe. I kid you not. I want to go out there at the dead of night with a can of spray paint and graffiti on it 'Drive safe what you fuckwits?' OR, be kinder and just add an -ly.

Our TV has developed its own private taste in viewing, just not very good taste. It keeps spontaneously changing itself to 'Footballers' Wives'. It's getting its hard drive wiped.