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I’ve joined the rest of the world in seeing The Da Vinci Code today – having never got round to reading the book. And it was exactly what it purported to be – a fun thriller film with one of the best lines in recent cinematic history (I’ve got to get to a library!) and villainous monks. I don’t really have much time for the critics who slated it because, of course, no critic worth his or her salt would endorse such a popcorn-perfect piece of populist hype.

Of course it’s fiction. So is the Bible, although the latter has by far the larger body count and glaring plot holes. I really wish that this film did better than that sinister Narnia blockbuster, although sadly I don’t think it will.

Incidentally, on the way out of the cinema we ran into a congregation from the Science faculty. Ms Taylor has been duly added to the list of occasional blog watchers, which just demonstrates that people will read anything these days

Oh, and I did quite enjoy the world ‘jpeg’ [sic] being part of the French subtitles. What is Le JPEG is French exactly?

*This may not make sense to you until you’ve watched HIGNFY tonight.

And yes, as you may have guessed, I was at the recording tonight It was a bit long, but our throats were dry from laughing at the end. Interesting – I still can’t get over the ‘look how small everything is!’ feeling in a TV studio, especially HIGNFY. Although I can predict the warm up person with remarkable accuracy now… there will always be one gag about Media Studies, guaranteed!

Sean Loch was on presenting duties, and they obviously had a boom time with the Prescott \ Hewitt \ Clarke triple whammy. Hislop went on a tirade against sleaze finishing triumphantly with ‘fat twit’ to which there was immediate and warm applause. Oh, and if you don’t want to know who actually won, then you’re living on a cloud, cause everyone knows Merton always wins

Same time next week!

Right, I have to plan for my amazing trip to far away lands. Slight crisis when I realised 3 hours on a coach was equivalent to a whole Lord of the Rings film, but I consoled myself by realising that there might well be hobbits in Birmingham anyway.

Oh dear god. I hadn’t seen it until now, but this year we’re being represented by a soap power – Daz – in a song that is so hilariously wrong on so many levels it achieves a certain greatness. But only while you choke back the tears.

Teenage Life is the ultimate anthem of the damned. GG describes it thusly: “imagine a rapper – and now imagine that rapper is white, and now imagine that rapper is white, over 40, and that he wears faded 1980s denim. Okay now imagine that he is rapping over a soundtrack of schoolkids singing – and now add the visual image of women in their late 20s in schoolgirl uniforms dancing and miming to that backing track.”

The really scary part is that it’s on target to be ‘our best entry in years’. I can’t hope but feel sorry for our MEPs, who surely won’t be able to live it down for months in the European Parliament if we actually win. I can imagine the French and Germans shuffling little packets of Daz between each other while the Brits look ashamed.

Now my bad old ways
Were during my school days
Messing on those grade A’s [sic]

In fact that deserves [sic] twice – both for the idea of being anywhere near ‘Grade As’ and the unfortunate apostrophe Ah Eurovision, don’t we all love it?

Sticking with all things Europe, the .eu domains have (finally) launched. And I bought one. In a crafty scheme. Will let you know more later if anything comes of it…

Right, I’ve had a shout out request! From the ever-vain Fabio who thinks the cool hall gang should get more mentions and even a dedication here or there. So here you are. And here’s a blurry photo of us from the background of a silly YouTube video too! If you’re after more, search for QPCS on said site.

(P.S. I’m the one you can see on the table)

The Daily Mail are incompetent and hypocritical? Not really shock news, but still worth pointing out. Maybe when their journalists learn to type they can re-mount that high horse they seem to love so much.