Much has been written and reported on the mass murder committed by Israel in Qana yesterday but it was very interesting to hear the Israel ambassador to Ireland on Radio One this morning. During an interview with Tom McGurk he not only condoned and defended the massacre, as one would expect, but indirectly implied that the events in south Lebanon were tantamount to ethnic cleansing.

I'm sure his remarks were completely unintentional. But when pushed by McGurk as to whether he thought it fair that the poorest and most vulnerable people in Lebanon should be forced to flee their homes on foot without food or water in advance of their villages being destroyed, he said: "in order to save your life you must do everything necessary" (sic). Incredilbly he referred to the fact that we had seen similar scenes in Europe in the last century - obviously completely unaware of the irony in his statement. McGurk and Philip Boucher Hayes who was on the program to highlight the Lebanese Orphan appeal were both genuinely dismayed at the ambassador's comments, as I'm sure were many right-minded listeners who had tuned in.

POSTSCRIPT: Listen to the interview itself here. Tune in at 31 mins.

tags:Middle East

Published by Padraig.  

Some good news

Some bad news

Some news on the latest Israeli war crime

tags:news

Published by Colm.  

Yer wan over at Sigla has a very nice piece on TOTP and lists three of her favourite moments from the show.

Tonight at 7pm on BBC2 Top of the Pops says farewell to our screens. I wasn't an avid viewer of the show, put off by the plethora of crap that the music industry said we should listen to and watch. Thankfully, the "long-tail" effect has taken its toll on vapid media packages like this, to be replaced hopefully in the future by Pandora.com-like music TV in the burgeoning digital era.

But there were some fine moments to be thankful for. Who can dislike Marc Bolan's Bang a Gong performance with Elton John on piano.

Remember when we all looked in horror at Daniel O'Donnell singing I Wanna Dance With You. It sent our reputation as a progressive nation in the mid 90s back a hundred years.

The most outstanding moment on TOTP was again before my time. The Rolling Stones appeared as the first act on the show in 1964 singing "The Last Time". So hip it hurts. (Watch out for George Best dancing in the audience).



tags:totp

Published by Colm.  

We're not all fluff around here but if this post is not for those of you with aversions to topics that are "soft", then look away.

Question: What's worse than somebody insulting you while kicking you in the kidneys? Answer: Someone who's insulting you while smiling.

You know those fuckers. They make a comment that's not exactly flattering and pass it off as a lighthearted joke by smiling or adding a small trailing laugh. These insult mechanisms are usually deployed as the insult itself is delivered in full earshot of at least 10 people.

You desperately scramble for a quick putdown, but the threat of sounding narky to all those present forces you to bite down. It renders you defenceless. If you do say something the insulter usually comes back with a "Calm down, I was only messing." response.

I know, I know. It's advisable to rise about it all, but for a few minutes that flash of pain between and above your eyes is unbearable.

And I'm not antisocial. You bollocks.

tags:insults

Published by Colm.  

I love freebies. If you're like me, you'll love Dead Heart Bloom's debut album because they've released it online with a lovely €0.00 price tag. Its opening track is a stunner sung in amazingly full tones. The rest of the album alternates between songs with delicate strumming and Beck-like beats.

Download here.

Not too disimilar from a Sufjan Steven's effort, Jens Lekman's album Oh, You're so Silent Jens is also getting a lot of listens on my iPod.

tags:deadheartbloom

Published by Colm.  

Landis has had an A sample test positive for Testosterone.

tags:cycling

Published by Paul.  

Serious, professional journalism requires a resolute commitment to objectivity, especially when writing on subject matter close to a writer’s heart. If a journalist attempts to lead a reader down one particular path, ignoring observable facts, then they will have failed in their job and done the public a disservice. Luckily, this blog is more like one of the newspapers in Tony O’Reilly’s stable than a respectable broadsheet, consequently allowing me the freedom to shamelessly trumpet Toffypops for the indisputable high kings of biscuits that they are.

Toffypops are as close to a perfect biscuit as one can get. Adopting a round (approx 1 1/4 inches in diameter) construction, they are founded upon a shortcake-esque base. The top is covered in chocolate, which while not lavishly poured, is sufficiently present to let the eater know that: this is a chocolate biscuit. The coup-de-grace, however, is hidden from the eater and the inexperienced may be forgiven for collapsing in ecstasy upon discovering this. Some genius (I don’t use the word lightly here) decided to hollow out the top of the shortcake base and fill it with toffee. Toffee, traditionally the reserve of expensive bakery produced cakes and sweets that you buy by weight which precluded the proletariat from experiencing this delight. A sort of ‘culinary hegemony’ if you will. Burtons ended all this and introduced the great unwashed to the joys of toffee.

‘Surely toffee makes it impossible to dunk?’ I hear you exclaim. Not so. The shortcake base acts as an anchor for the toffee, which allows the eater to submerge a Toffypop for an obscene amount of time. While the likes of a Rich Tea would be reduced to soggy dregs at the bottom of a cup, the Toffypop will surface relatively unscathed from a lengthy dip. The experience of eating/licking/toying with a dunked Toffypop is nothing short of nirvana. To describe it in-depth here would be tantamount to hardcore porn and seeing as most of you are at work I will leave it to your imaginations.

The well-informed Toffypop purchaser will know that anyone who buys the packet of ten is a mug to be derided from a height. Every real Toffypop lover knows that the specially priced pack is the only way to fly. At €1.99 for 20 this really is great value for money. The added bonus here is that these packs only seem to be available in convenience stores and not in supermarkets as you would expect. This makes them dangerously accessible at any time of the day.

As for consistency, I have yet to be disappointed by a pack of Toffypops. The biscuit is always perfectly baked and the chocolate and toffee are almost Nazi-esque in their uniformity. One criticism I grudgingly make is the quality of the chocolate. While adequate, one cannot help wondering what it would be like if a group of Lindt engineers were given free reign to come up with a replacement recipe.

Value for Money: 9.5/10

Dunkability: 9/10

Consistency: 9

If it were a car it would be a: Audi A4 Quattro (Germanic consistency and efficiency with a wonderful surprise under the bonnet/ chocolate)

Overall Verdict: 9/10

tags:[Toffypops]

Published by El Commandant P.  

The High Court today witnessed much joy and many tears. For over three years, Damien Moran and the Catholic Worker Movement waited and waited. Three trials later and they've come out the other side with serious questions now expected for the Irish government regarding their support for US military stopovers in Shannon.

To be clear, Moran and the others were found "not guilty on two counts each of causing damage without lawful excuse to a naval plane, property of the United States government and to glass door panels, property of Aer Rianta at Shannon Airport, Clare on February 3, 2003."

In a statement released immediately after the verdict the Pitstop Ploughshares said:

"The jury is the conscience of the community chosen randomly from Irish society. The conscience of the community has spoken. The government has no popular mandate in providing the civilian Shannon airport to service the US war machine in it's illegal invasion and occupation of Iraq.
"In 1996 in Liverpool the Jury acquittal of the four 'ploughshares' women contributed to the end of arms exports to the Suharto dictatorship in Indonesia and the independence of East Timor.
"The decision of this jury should be a message to London, Washington DC and the Dail that Ireland wants no part in waging war on the people of Iraq. Refuelling of US warplanes at Shannon Airport should cease immediately. "

tags:antiwar

Published by Colm.  

If ever we needed to be reminded again, you've got to beware of turning your thoughts into those pesky electrons.

tags:dobbie

Published by Paul.  

Is this man not sexy enough? Geldof managed a turnout of 45 at a 12,000 seater stadium in Milan. It seems ugly doleful people don't appeal to the Italians after all.

If Bob has any problems with the ladies stemming from his grotesque visage, maybe he should take some advice from Mulley's post about the nerd approach to securing a horizontal dance with a lady.

tags:google, geldof

Published by Colm.  

The introduction of random breath testing on Friday night has been a real revelation. Between 10pm on Friday and 6am this morning a total of 3,904 random breath tests were carried out at 676 checkpoints. 69 motorists were found to be over the limit and were subsequently arrested.

Is it just me, or does a 1.76% apprehension rate sound farcical? Were things not better when you actually had to have suspicion that a motorist was under the influence before being able to breathalyse him/her? Doh!

The new legislation allows for Gardai to set up checkpoints outside pubs. If 1.76% is the best they can do, it begs the question of where exactly the checkpoints were set up at the weekend - outside Mormon conventions?

tags:drink driving

Published by Colm.  

Article 16.2.3 of Bunreacht na hEireann (Irish Constitution) goes something like this ...

"The ratio between the number of members to be elected at any time for each constituency and the population of each constituency, as ascertained at the last preceding census, shall, so far as it is practicable, be the same throughout the country."

Put simply, all constituencies should have a similar ratio of TDs to population. According to the preliminary results of the latest census however, there are 30,933 people for every TD in Dublin West. In the Dun Laoghaire constituency, there are only 22,787 people per TD.

The recent population surge has thrown these figures out of synch. What has resulted amounts to an inequality of representation in the Dáil. What does this mean? Well for one, people in the less affluent constituency of Dublin West have fewer representations made in the Dáil for issues such as housing, water, crime etc while leafy Dun Laoghaire is over represented.

Changing constituency boundaries at this stage will throw the bigger political parties' plans up in the air before next July's election. But will they continue to ignore this problem? If they do, election results in the affected constituencies can be challenged.

The cynic in me (that's around 90%) suspects that if the government decides to do something to rectify this, wholesale gerrymandering will take place over the next year.

tags:election

Published by Colm.  

I had this book when I was a kid. In hindsight, unbelievable that this sort of stuff got published. Then again, she kept harping on about Noddy jumping into bed with Big Ears and even wrote a book with characters called Dick and Fanny.

Another reason not to like cats - "Does your cat look like Adolf Hitler? Do you wake up in a cold sweat every night wondering if he's going to up and invade Poland?"

Don't live to geek; geek to live. (via Sean Conrad)

Damien Duff looney for joining the Toons

Frasier boxsets cheaper than yer ma. I want to be Frasier Crane.

Read more guff over here at irishelection.com

tags:stuff

Published by Colm.  

Sure isn't Friday just grand?

tags:[Gary Glitter]

Published by El Commandant P.  

According to studies, cattle should not be transported in an environment where the temperature exceeds 30C. So explain this? Scroll down to the Tubes and buses unbearable part. Fix it Ken.

Tube may need to shut down to save lives
Roads melting in the UK - gritting carried out

On the same subject, here's an interesting story that my housemate told me yesterday. She had the pleasure of using the London bus network yesterday and was unfortunately situated beside a rather large man. He was obviously struggling with the conditions and sought what little relief he could find from one of those handheld fans. My housemate felt some moisture on her face but couldn't figure out its origins. A ray of sunlight cast some much needed light on the situation by attracting her attention to the beads of sweat that were being flung at her face from the aforementioned fat man's fan.


tags:heat

Published by Colm.  

The royal blue livery on the packet says it all: Fox’s Classics are a top-shelf biscuit who wouldn’t be seen dead with the likes of a pack of McVities Digestives. However, looks can be deceiving and upon closer inspection Fox’s Classics’ emphasis on style exposes their lack of substance.

Simply put, Classics are a round, flat biscuit with a honeycomb base and chocolate top. As soon as the words ‘chocolate’ and ‘biscuit’ come together experts tend to concentrate on the quality of the chocolate. Poor quality chocolate can ruin a biscuit in the same manner as Kandee tomato ketchup can ruin a plate of chips. Fortunately for Fox’s they have no trouble in this department. The chocolate is both generous and perfectly suited to the honeycomb base.

Classics fair well in the value for money department as well. Wily biscuit purchasers will be well aware that buying them in one of the major supermarkets will ensure a good price and they are also frequently on special offer. However, the corner shops tend to outrageously inflate the price presumably because they feel they can dupe their customers into thinking they are buying a biscuit that the upper-classes are eating.

Classics have no problems with consistency either. While they can at times suffer from a lack of perfect roundness this does not in any way detract from the eater’s pleasure. The biscuit part is never over/under baked and the chocolate covering never fails to reach the circumference of each honeycomb base. One of this biscuit’s biggest weak points is its dunkability. Professionals will know, to the nearest nanosecond, how long you can dunk a biscuit before compromising its constitution. The ‘point-of-no-return’ for Classics, however, is extremely difficult to gauge, even for an expert.On the plus side, a successful dunk i.e. one which maximises liquid intake without losing shape, can be tremendously rewarding.

My biggest gripe with Fox’s Classics, as I alluded to earlier, is more to do with their emphasis on style over substance. I found this image on their website.

I'm assuming it's aimed at their sales reps and marketing staff. For anyone who can't read the small print it states "the logotype designed to communicate movement, femininity and creativity". My point is that any company that desires to create movement (moving where?) and femininity (sexist) in their logo obviously doesn't give a fuck about the biscuits.



Value for Money: 8/10

Dunkability: 5/10

Consistency: 9

If it were a car it would be a: Hyundai Sonata (pretension of wealth)

Overall Verdict: 7/10
A well-priced biscuit taking advantage of that under-utilised killer combo of honeycomb and chocolate.Dunking can often be a messy affair, however, and their branding strategy betrays their contempt for the art that is biscuit baking.

Next Week: Toffypops.








tags:[The Biscuit Tin]

Published by El Commandant P.  

Lynne Truss on the use of the apostrophe

For those of you who were careless enough not to pick up the free CD in today's Sunday Times, here's a snippet where Lynne Truss describes her dislike for the misuse of the apostrophe.

"Getting your itses mixed up is the greatest solecism in the world of punctuation. No matter that you have a PhD and have read all of Henry James twice, if you persist in writing "Good food at it's best", you deserve to be struck by lightning, hacked up on the spot and buried in an unmarked grave."

A bit extreme, don't you think? I await comments that point out my own punctuation errors.



I wonder does one of these pandas eat, shoot and leave? Crude.
tags:lynne truss

Published by Colm.  

Una has posted her great article on "The Rise Of Raunch" from last Sunday's Tribune on her blog for all to read. It's well worth a read. The pervasive meme of Candace Bushnell's creation (which we're familiar with around these parts) glancingly rears its head again in Una's article.

tags:raunch culture

Published by Paul.  

It's poor quality video, but what more can you expect from someone who's lost a stone in sweat recording in a Berlin warehouse/nightclub that's dark, edgy and 40 degrees celcius.

But do stick around and watch this guy do his thing on the little box he uses.
Paul is the one saying "woooooooooh!" at the beginning by the way.

Daedelus at Maria, Berlin July 7th.

tags:daedelus

Published by Colm.  

When people hear the word ‘addiction’, images of needles, betting slips, rolled up €50 notes or bottles of whiskey pop into their heads. They never think of the pack of biscuits a day people, those afflicted with an insatiable appetite for all things biscuit. I am one of those people. Granted, my addiction may not have consequences as serious as the aforementioned but it can lead to such problems as ‘biscuit-belly’, late-night trips to the local Centra or heated exchanges on whose turn it is to buy the next pack.

I have come to terms with the impossibility of defeating this addiction and so have decided to do something positive with it. In Fact, Ah will now have a regular (notice how I didn’t commit to weekly) feature which will delve into the cut-throat biscuit market to bring you the best and worst on offer. This is intended to arm you with the necessary information in order for you to be able to make educated decisions when making your biscuit purchase.

This week: Fig Rolls.



Never mind the tiresome “How do they get the figs into the Fig Rolls rubbish”, any pastry chef worth their salt could solve that mystery. Fig Rolls are a simple biscuit that rely heavily on their excellent chewability and value for money. With quantities ranging from 12 to the mammoth 18 pack with the 33% extra free (24 in total) you’re not forced into bulk-buying and risking an overdose. However, only fools and the uninitiated go for the 12 packs which are usually found in convenience stores in the likes of Leenane beside the fishing tackle.

Fig Rolls will dunk into tea or coffee with relative ease due to their slender construction and will retain their shape with little or nothing lost to the cup upon withdrawal. One of life’s most pleasurable experiences is half a fig roll soaked in good quality espresso then subsequently sucked clean to expose the fig centre. On the down side, Fig Rolls are notoriously inconsistent in terms of quality. Quite often you will get a pack with jaw-breaking fig centres. Other times the biscuits are slightly burnt or not baked enough. This inconsistency tends to cause trepidation in the buyer who is fully aware that if they hit the jackpot and score a good pack, life will seem worth living. A bad batch can ruin one’s day and some biscuit lovers just aren’t willing to take that chance.

Ethics are not often taken into account when purchasing biscuits and I would like to address this in this feature. Fig Rolls are made by Jacob’s Fruitfield which is owned by the chest head-butting, mega corporation Danone. Employing almost 80,000 people worldwide and with a revenue of $14 billion the Danone Corporation (that’s weird, the Microsoft Word’s auto-correct function just capitalised corporation) are market leaders in food products.

Their Actimel drink seems to be more vital to survival now than water as anyone who has witnessed the bombardment of adverts will attest (apparently, after drinking it you develop an impenetrable shield around you that prevents nasty things getting in). However, they have been criticised for dubiously claiming that Actimel will make you feel better after two weeks. The basis for this claim? During a promotional campaign Danone offered to refund anyone who did not feel better after two weeks of drinking the slime. 45% of purchasers applied for the refund, which allowed Danone to claim that 55% of people felt better. It would be nice to know where the figs come from as well but that’s as big a mystery as how they get them in there.

Value for Money: 8.5/10

Dunkability: 8/10

Consistency: 4

If it were a car it would be a: Seat Arosa

Overall Verdict: 6.5/10
A solid, no-nonsense biscuit with a unique fruit centre. Dunks like Vince Carter but has the consistency of Sven Goran Eriksson’s team selection.

Next Week: Fox’s Classics (biscuit, not bar form).





tags:[The Biscuit Tin]

Published by El Commandant P.  

A lot of you have probably seen these already, but for any who haven't and are deliberating over whether to get tickets on Friday morning, I've picked out some of my favourite clips from Daft Punk's set at Coachella in April.


The very nice intro to the gig with Robot Rock:





Good video of some of the lighting rig in full flight - the video wall at the back of the stage here during Technologic...




... and Television Rules The Nation




Then the business end of things...

Around The World spliced with Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger




One More Time




And finally, THE PYRAMID, CHECK OUT THE PYRAMID!

I can see now why they didn't sign up for Oxegen or EP, I think their show is going to blow any headliners from the major festivals out of the water. As Nialler9 said they've a chequered recording past, however I can't see that getting in the way of the most fun stadium-dance event in years in Ireland. Underworld were the last thing I think I was anticipating so much and that's quite a few years ago now.

Tickets are on sale at 9a.m. this Friday morning, I'd imagine only the early birds will get them.

tags:music, Daft Punk

Published by Paul.  

9/10 for playability.

tags:world cup, zidane

Published by Paul.  

"I think the time has run out on ALL parties. They all need to be voted out of office. Reboot the political system in Ireland. The others will get in and fuck things up just as much." Damien Mulley


They say in journo school that, as a rule of thumb, you should never start an article with a quote. Then again, most of us here in this made-up space are not journos. Most are bloggers. Different people, different rules. People with an alternative means to shout our mouths off are we.

Can we influence things? Things being the exoteric and the tangible. Look up any search phrase to do with a current event on any of the search engines and you'll find the organic listings peppered with blogs. Type "irish election", "charlie haughey", or "bebo". You get the idea. Whether Mulley believes it or not, bloggers can have an impact with or without a collective blogger consensus. The very fact that blogger opinions get rammed in the faces of Internet searchers means that Irish blogs' reach is substantial. Bloggers who write about politicians whose names are not mentioned frequently on the Web might find their opinions above the fold on the first page of search results.

As for the iconoclastic and anarchic rhetoric in the quote above, we should probably put it down to keyboard rage. After all, he does call his post a "continuation of a rant". The time has not run out for all parties. Until the emergence of a working alternative system to the current political one, we just have to make do. This means making that catharthic change from the inside out. It is this blogger's opinion that it's irresponsible to say that all parties should be voted out immediately. There is no double Ctrl+Alt+Delete to reboot the political system in Ireland unless what is being proposed is outright anarchy.

It's pretty damning to say outright that bloggers will not influence the election. If Labour are hiring Zach Exley, an Internet politics expert, whether their intentions be flawed or otherwise, this can only signal that they're prepared to acknowledge our presence.

tags:election

Published by Colm.  

Inaction married to moaning constitutes a sizeable part of what it means to be Irish. Nobody grates more than the grumbler who doesn't bother to make his mark on the ballet paper.

Simon McGarr is smearing the war paint all over Tuppenceworth.

tags:election

Published by Colm.  

The Germans present in the crowd joyously chanted "Ohne England fahrn wir nach Berlin! (We're going to Berlin without England)" that night. I couldn't help joining in either. It meant that the English fans wouldn't clash with In Fact, Ah in Munich. Whatever is it about our Irish schadenfreude for the English? It's not a hatred that stirs for the current lot, rather those history lessons from 5th class. It's hardwired.

Back to that night in Frankfurt. The only distraction to shatter the noise from the boisterous French was the occasional Ryanair flight that flew conveniently overhead. One can only imagine that, presented with the flight controls, football appreciators without tickets would make the most of the opportunity to sneak a glimpse by flying over a World Cup quarter final match up between Brazil and France. The Brazilians were strangely subdued, perhaps worrying about their team's unconvincing play throughout the tournament.

Brazil start well. Ronaldo sporting bright yellow boots heads over the bar. He cuts a large figure in front of where we sit behind Barthez's goal. France gain momentum while Brazil lose all shape. The first half drags like fat Ronnie's gluteus maximus.

Before half time, Zizou cuts across the French midfield to place the ball in front of Viera who makes a surge towards the Brazilian goal. Cynically chopped down, the crowd howls for a red card. Only a yellow is brandish to Juan and the resulting free kick is wasted.

One of the In Fact, Ah representatives falls asleep during the first half. Who can blame him or the litres of beer he has consumed in the past few hours?

Second half and the French are dominating, almost mocking the Brazilians as they retain possession. Zidane dances and flicks while thrilling the crowd with his Pro Evolution 360 degree swivels. The deadlock is broken by Henry who sneaks in at the back post to fire them deservingly ahead.

Ronaldinho can only muster a few cameos and France's passing is slick to say the least. In contrast, Zidane's touch and passing is a terrible thing of beauty to witness. We felt privileged to have been able to come to the Waldstadion to see this man as he reached his zenith.

The game ends and the French are uproarious. One of the great individual performances of recent World Cups has just been played out in front of our eyes.

tags:zizou

Published by Colm.  

Everytime I looked at my watch this week it read beer o'clock. That's our excuse anyway for not giving In Fact, Ah readers some love.

I would write a post about the quarter final affair between Brazil and France but Padraig's photos are not at my disposal at the moment. He also attended the semi final between France and Portugal so lots more to come from him.

Currently we're in Berlin. Dramatic thunderstorms have boomed across the city this evening and last night. Sweat has been our nemesis for the past week resulting in a drought of clean clothes. Oh well, you can always turn them inside out.

Eat, beer, sleep. Sleep, eat, eat, beer, beer. That's been the pattern so far. My Internet DTs have calmed somewhat by this hit.

The hotel in Frankfurt looked extremely promising upon leaving the Hauptbanhof; it was only a five minute walk. But our friends on the street below us sure did look like they were having fun, constantly putting needles into their veins.

But our own revelry has not faultered. Who knew the liver can take such a beating? The Hofbrauhaus in Munich is a beer drinker's paradise. The cocktails in Friedrichshain, east Berlin are quite tasty too.

Blog links on offer for anyone who can name the guy in the orange shirt and the guy to his right in this photo.
tags:berlin

Published by Colm.  

It's been a quiet week on In Fact, Ah what with the A Team doing their thing in Germany but we are delighted to bring you the musings of our newest female writer - Daisy Austen. Take it away Daisy

Is anyone else sick to the back teeth of Lost? As we near the end of the second series we are absolutely, in NO way, closer any kind of a resolution. Even as I write this I feel like throwing this computer out of the window and I would as well except I’m in work and everyone would think I was a crazy. (It’d be pretty funny though)

Anyway, you have to ask - are we really so thick that we keep watching what is basically the TV equivalent of a hamster running around in a wheel. We have been sitting in front of the TV for two seasons and it's just going on, and on, and on, and on. Is anyone else getting this feeling?

The last episode I saw, with Echo and whatshisname on the crutch, was like a bad acid trip. The script is weak, 80% of the episodes are lame and they throw in the odd good episode and pop-psychological conundrum that’s supposed to give ‘meaning’ to the whole thing. I mean who really cares why they feel the need to keep entering that damn code. JUST F**KING STOP ALREADY. And if you really do care, I’m sure you’ll find an explanation in some book on human conditioning in the local bookshop, which I might add would be a quicker and far less painful way.

If the makers of the programme are trying to reinvent the (hamster) wheel when it comes to TV then they should stop. People like a beginning, a middle, and an end. TV, as a medium, just doesn’t lend itself to the exploration of the human mind. We seek instant gratification from TV and while the makers of Lost are trying give us both instant gratification, as well as providing us with food for thought, I think they have lost (no pun intended) their way a bit. Anyone out there think otherwise?

Now, I live in four-channel land so maybe the reason for this rant is frustration at missing Big Brother this year, which I admit, is bad TV but at least, for the love of god, there is an END to it.

Anyway, I swear after this season that is IT, I’m finished with Lost. Enough is enough… unless of course they start with a REALLY good episode in season 3.


Written by: Daisy

Published by Dae.  

Day four of In Fact, Ah's trip to Germany. Currently in Munich awaiting the arrival of the French and Portuguese. (Despite their great showing on the street of dance, song and rythym, the Brazilians in Frankfurt really let the side down when it came to shouting for their team in the stadium on Saturday night.)

Photos, match report and more to come soon to these pages. Too tired, hungover and emotional to muster up anything more substantial.

tags:infactah

Published by Colm.  

The world cup rocks.

Published by Colm.