From Russia with Dud.

I ask you, is this for real?

The new James Bond movie will be called Quantum of Solace. It sounds a bit dud to me. That doesn't mean the movie will be, and I like Casino Royale well enough. But oh dear, not the catchiest of titles.

From Russia with Dud.

I ask you, is this for real?

The new James Bond movie will be called Quantum of Solace. It sounds a bit dud to me. That doesn't mean the movie will be, and I like Casino Royale well enough. But oh dear, not the catchiest of titles.

A night's telly

We sat and watched torrented copies of the second episodes of both City of Vice and Torchwood tonight, not having managed to get the aerial problem sorted.

I can't help but feel that colloquial English has lost something since the late eighteenth century. I am going to have to pay more attention to the slang they use in the programme; it's far more colourful than anything we have now. That said, my brane being what it is, I have forgotten most of it except for a couple of the truly rude ones which I shan't reproduce here. I thought the producers quite brave, too, in making the Afro-Jamaican Runner gay and then having him sacked because of it. Accurate treatment by the mores of the time, I guess, but it was interesting that two persecuted groups were rolled into one character when they could have shared the prejudice about a little. I hope it's not the last we see of him: he was an interesting character and as Henry Fielding himself observed between moments of self-righteous piety, his insights into London's demi monde would have been very useful to their embryonic police force.

Anyway, if it keeps up the quality, I may be tempted to pick it up on DVD in due course.

Ganymedes and Macaronis, eh? Blimey.

Torchwood continues its improvement over series one. It shows that they have spent more time on it. The scripts hang together better, there is humour and horror and Jack is showing signs that the charisma by-pass he suffered in season one has worn off.

Two episodes in and references to, but no appearances by, Barry Back Plot. This can only be a good thing. Unless he is used rather better than in season one.

A night's telly

We sat and watched torrented copies of the second episodes of both City of Vice and Torchwood tonight, not having managed to get the aerial problem sorted.

I can't help but feel that colloquial English has lost something since the late eighteenth century. I am going to have to pay more attention to the slang they use in the programme; it's far more colourful than anything we have now. That said, my brane being what it is, I have forgotten most of it except for a couple of the truly rude ones which I shan't reproduce here. I thought the producers quite brave, too, in making the Afro-Jamaican Runner gay and then having him sacked because of it. Accurate treatment by the mores of the time, I guess, but it was interesting that two persecuted groups were rolled into one character when they could have shared the prejudice about a little. I hope it's not the last we see of him: he was an interesting character and as Henry Fielding himself observed between moments of self-righteous piety, his insights into London's demi monde would have been very useful to their embryonic police force.

Anyway, if it keeps up the quality, I may be tempted to pick it up on DVD in due course.

Ganymedes and Macaronis, eh? Blimey.

Torchwood continues its improvement over series one. It shows that they have spent more time on it. The scripts hang together better, there is humour and horror and Jack is showing signs that the charisma by-pass he suffered in season one has worn off.

Two episodes in and references to, but no appearances by, Barry Back Plot. This can only be a good thing. Unless he is used rather better than in season one.