Growl.

My plane back from Rome Ciampino was an hour late and for no particularly good reason. When it finally got us back to Stansted, they made us all get off the plane at the front, presumably so they didn't have to pay for two lots of stairs. The plane got in at eleven pm and we finallymade it to our car an hour later. This is not a big airport, man. Grr.

Then I get home,  tired and dischuffed, to discover that Mark Lamarr has quit Never Mind The Buzzcocks except not really and he'll be back in 2007 (if it hasn't all gone arse over head without him) and joy of joys: Jason Donovan Set To Play Errol Flynn.

If I were not so very tired, if my head had not been aching almost constantly since at least Saturday afternoon, I would give you some indication of how totally fucking stupid this would be. Bitterly, bitterly ironic from my point of view, but totally stupid. Jason Donovan as The World's Most Beautiful Man? Jason Donovan as The World's Most Charming Man? Jason Donovan as The Greatest Swashbuckler To Ever Sail The Studio Seas? I think not. If I were not so tired, I would say more, but I am that tired and all I can say is this: PLEASE GOD NO!

Also: Best Thing Ever: walking towards St Peter's seeing a nun walking down the street side by side with someone wearing a Kurt Cobain t-shirt. Genius. Had I known about this Jason Donovan thing, I might have spent a great deal of time in the basilica praying to the Lord God Almighty for some seriously divine intervention.

Growl.

My plane back from Rome Ciampino was an hour late and for no particularly good reason. When it finally got us back to Stansted, they made us all get off the plane at the front, presumably so they didn't have to pay for two lots of stairs. The plane got in at eleven pm and we finallymade it to our car an hour later. This is not a big airport, man. Grr.

Then I get home,  tired and dischuffed, to discover that Mark Lamarr has quit Never Mind The Buzzcocks except not really and he'll be back in 2007 (if it hasn't all gone arse over head without him) and joy of joys: Jason Donovan Set To Play Errol Flynn.

If I were not so very tired, if my head had not been aching almost constantly since at least Saturday afternoon, I would give you some indication of how totally fucking stupid this would be. Bitterly, bitterly ironic from my point of view, but totally stupid. Jason Donovan as The World's Most Beautiful Man? Jason Donovan as The World's Most Charming Man? Jason Donovan as The Greatest Swashbuckler To Ever Sail The Studio Seas? I think not. If I were not so tired, I would say more, but I am that tired and all I can say is this: PLEASE GOD NO!

Also: Best Thing Ever: walking towards St Peter's seeing a nun walking down the street side by side with someone wearing a Kurt Cobain t-shirt. Genius. Had I known about this Jason Donovan thing, I might have spent a great deal of time in the basilica praying to the Lord God Almighty for some seriously divine intervention.

SNERK

I just clicked a link on my People.com daily email...

And promptly forgot cos I looked up to the TV to see James Purefoy totally fucking naked courtesy of Rome. Did not see such things this weekend. There are worse people to see naked, but I think I could've lived without it. Gratuitous, Auntie Beeb, very gratuitous.

Anyway, not entirely unrelated, this People thing. 2005's Sexiest Men Alive, which by the name alone cuts out most of the people I could give a rat's arse about... so I'm flicking through it. Matthew McConaughey, snore. Patrick Dempsey, blah. Viggo Mortensen, again. Vince Vaughn, from a certain angle on a cloudy day, I suppose. Terrence Howard, don't know the dude. Nick Lachey, wtf.  Heath Ledger, understandable. Daniel Dae Kim, well I haven't seen Lost so I don't know. Keith Urban, who the fuck? but looks like one of Busted. Ian McShane, wha.... Ian McShane? Ian Leatherface McShane? IAN LOVEJOY MCSHANE? Seriously America, what are you thinking? Do you need to be told about the early 90s horror that was Lovejoy? A shitey Sunday night extravaganza of antique dealing and gently-gently detectiveness and the HORROR, the UNBRIDLED HORROR of the blazer-jeans combination. The CURLY FUCKING MULLET.

Please people, and indeed People, do not let this pass. I'm not ageist, I'm anti-fuckwit. He's a cool enough guy, but one of the sexiest alive this year? No, no, no.

SNERK

I just clicked a link on my People.com daily email...

And promptly forgot cos I looked up to the TV to see James Purefoy totally fucking naked courtesy of Rome. Did not see such things this weekend. There are worse people to see naked, but I think I could've lived without it. Gratuitous, Auntie Beeb, very gratuitous.

Anyway, not entirely unrelated, this People thing. 2005's Sexiest Men Alive, which by the name alone cuts out most of the people I could give a rat's arse about... so I'm flicking through it. Matthew McConaughey, snore. Patrick Dempsey, blah. Viggo Mortensen, again. Vince Vaughn, from a certain angle on a cloudy day, I suppose. Terrence Howard, don't know the dude. Nick Lachey, wtf.  Heath Ledger, understandable. Daniel Dae Kim, well I haven't seen Lost so I don't know. Keith Urban, who the fuck? but looks like one of Busted. Ian McShane, wha.... Ian McShane? Ian Leatherface McShane? IAN LOVEJOY MCSHANE? Seriously America, what are you thinking? Do you need to be told about the early 90s horror that was Lovejoy? A shitey Sunday night extravaganza of antique dealing and gently-gently detectiveness and the HORROR, the UNBRIDLED HORROR of the blazer-jeans combination. The CURLY FUCKING MULLET.

Please people, and indeed People, do not let this pass. I'm not ageist, I'm anti-fuckwit. He's a cool enough guy, but one of the sexiest alive this year? No, no, no.