<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:12:34.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to borrow a fiver off...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>361</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-5054954033740181876</id><published>2008-10-26T20:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:11:13.691Z</updated><title type='text'>Do readjust your set</title><content type='html'>Digi-Cream Times is moving. It's got &lt;a href="http://tvcreamtowers.wordpress.com/"&gt;a new home&lt;/a&gt;, and a new name: TV Cream Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the Digi-Cream Times mailout died an unloved death in the summer, the moniker has clung to this blog like Sarah Kennedy to a Daily Mail editorial: neither parties making much sense to the general public, and neither benefiting from an association with the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Sarah Kennedy, however, this blog has not been having problems with lecherous cats, or the road layout at Vauxhall Cross, or immigrants, or anti-hunt protestors, or single parents, or failing to spot black people when it's dark. It's simply swapping one bit of software, Blogger, for another, Wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stuff on here, including the archives, has survived the journey. And the new blog has a new look and some snazzy new gimmicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, to fully explain what has happened and help you remember the new URL, no lesser a group than The King's Singers have recorded a special musical aide memoire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tv.cream.org/changeofaddress.mp3"&gt;Take it away, chaps!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on &lt;a href="http://tvcreamtowers.wordpress.com/"&gt;the new blog...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-5054954033740181876?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5054954033740181876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=5054954033740181876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5054954033740181876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5054954033740181876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-readjust-your-set.html' title='Do readjust your set'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-90317251280853982</id><published>2008-10-23T17:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:38:01.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's music you're after...</title><content type='html'>Advance notice of a new TV Cream pet project, which you'll be able to hear from 1st November. Yup, a good two years or so after everyone else started, the very first TVC podcast is on its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zb4hN15K5SY&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-90317251280853982?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/90317251280853982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=90317251280853982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/90317251280853982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/90317251280853982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-its-music-youre-after.html' title='If it&apos;s music you&apos;re after...'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-2475683969969744343</id><published>2008-10-20T16:57:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:16:01.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>US election clippage: part one</title><content type='html'>To help hurry along the fortnight until polling day in the United States, here's the first in a thankfully short series of clips from ancient American election programmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, an extract from CBS's results night coverage of 1972. And what a ragged, amateurish affair it all is. The theme tune is frankly bizarre, resembling some atonal noodlings, possibly composed by Stockhausen or John Cage. Then, before we get to anything by way of news, comes the information that "this broadcast is sponsored by the Ford Motor company, and 6,283 Ford and Lincoln Mercury dealers - the goal, no unhappy owners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to Walter Kronkite, who looks shifty and ill-informed. "Some or all of the polls have closed." Make your mind up, Walt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's an opt-out to a Virginia local network. The studio's props and graphics are of an appalling low-fi quality. In the conversational area, two people sit on chairs underneath a giant eagle. "We're going to have very mixed coat-tails tonight," one mutters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare this to the giant, multi-coloured, multi-gadgeted affair we had over here for the general election of 1970. Sure, Bob McKenzie had to get a workman to paint extra numbers on his swingometer, but at least he had a wall big enough to paint on in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1Cbri5x6vA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-2475683969969744343?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2475683969969744343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=2475683969969744343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2475683969969744343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2475683969969744343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/us-election-clippage-part-one.html' title='US election clippage: part one'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-4745115010169998679</id><published>2008-10-18T22:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:18:23.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you sayin'? What are you playin'?</title><content type='html'>With the future of &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2008/oct/16/channel4-digitaltvradio"&gt;genuine digital radio stations in doubt&lt;/a&gt; (as opposed to all those 'pretend' ones that you can get through your telly or online), it's time for someone to step in and make sure there's more than simply Planet Rock listed in Radio Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably that someone looks like being the BBC, but that's all to the good, for there are plenty of opportunities for the corporation to launch cheap but effective channels quickly and professionally, thereby saving the medium from ever-dwindling pointlessness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio 1 + 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exact, as it happens, unexpurgated repeat of what was being broadcast on Radio 1 15 years ago to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Radio 1 + 15 + 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exact, as it happens, unexpurgated repeat of what was being broadcast on Radio 1 15 years ago to the day delayed by one hour and with new, live running commentary from relevant DJs, producers and guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simon Says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great music, great guests and lots of gossip from the country's premier uni-monikered Etienne elite. Provisional schedule:&lt;br /&gt;6am Simon Groom&lt;br /&gt;9am Simon Mayo&lt;br /&gt;12pm Simon Potter&lt;br /&gt;2pm Simon Bates&lt;br /&gt;6pm Simon Dee&lt;br /&gt;10pm Simon Amstell&lt;br /&gt;1am Simon Parkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Order! Order!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A companion service to BBC Parliament, broadcasting live debates from the Palace of Westminster interspersed with memorable reports, interviews and rolling news coverage from the last 70 years. Launch highlights include A Day In The Life Of Scud FM; Michael Heseltine with a minute-by-minute account of the time he waved a giant mace on the floor of the Commons; a full replay of the 1981 Crosby by-election results programme; and Round Robin: a retrospective on Robin Day's time hosting The World At One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How We Used To Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old people remember the war in calm, reassuring voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Backing Britain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rousing, morale-boosting endeavour to see the country through the recession. Run by the Central Office of Information, this station will provide round-the-clock advice, tips, instructions and the very latest from the nerve centre of the government's recently-formed National Economic Council. Presenters, including Michael Aspel, Cliff Michelmore, Angela Rippon and Suggs, will work six-hour shifts until the crisis is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On The Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-hour coverage of Michael Palin as he lives his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-4745115010169998679?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4745115010169998679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=4745115010169998679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4745115010169998679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4745115010169998679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-are-you-sayin-what-are-you-playin.html' title='What are you sayin&apos;? What are you playin&apos;?'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-9002912855464147306</id><published>2008-10-16T22:09:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:34:00.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Digi-Crisis Times: part 2</title><content type='html'>With things continuing to get worse, it's become clear that not only is the government part-nationalising certain TV programmes, it's also part-nationalising certain TV banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no wonder, what with the finance industry in such a parlous condition. If TV banks, a mainstream primetime once-weekly example to the country, are seen to be tottering, then not even an on-screen intervention from Richard Madeley ("I think we need to all calm down a bit, just calm down, right?") can save us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topping the list of casualties has to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The one in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joint Account&lt;/span&gt;. This is bound to be in trouble, what with it being a product of the 1980s and having John Bird on the books. The latter's liquid lunches and agreeably distracted manner would have had the firm up against the wall sooner, were it not for Hannah Gordon's level-headed approach to dividend portfolios and nice dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The one off of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad's Army&lt;/span&gt;, where Captain Mainwaring worked before the inception of the Home Guard. This seemed like a tiny bank even then, where old women came in to make deposits of three pennies a month, and would surely have been taken over by now or been gobbled up by a demutualised building society with someone like Iain Cuthbertson in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The one in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sweeney&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, there were two: the National Mercian Bank, which got held up by some "bastards", and the National Anglian Bank, which was broken into not once but twice. Both of these establishments are surely likely to be barking at the porcelain by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) And, er, that's it. There must be more who need a bit of a bail-out. Didn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Loving Memory&lt;/span&gt; have a doddery local branch of some kind? And every single person in every single institution in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capital City&lt;/span&gt; must be out on their arse. Although that's no bad thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-9002912855464147306?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/9002912855464147306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=9002912855464147306&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/9002912855464147306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/9002912855464147306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/digi-crisis-times-part-2.html' title='Digi-Crisis Times: part 2'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-5599249079957557828</id><published>2008-10-14T14:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:42:13.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo clippage #43</title><content type='html'>What glittering occasion could possibly have brought these three stars together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SPShiySihjI/AAAAAAAAByM/iFAqzlKpRt8/s1600-h/bp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257004284035368498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SPShiySihjI/AAAAAAAAByM/iFAqzlKpRt8/s320/bp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-5599249079957557828?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5599249079957557828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=5599249079957557828&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5599249079957557828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5599249079957557828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-clippage-42.html' title='Photo clippage #43'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SPShiySihjI/AAAAAAAAByM/iFAqzlKpRt8/s72-c/bp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-855445868283371103</id><published>2008-10-11T18:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:53:16.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Digi-Crisis Times</title><content type='html'>In the flurry of excitement earlier this week accompanying the launch of the government's economic rescue plan, one piece of small print was overlooked. Besides part-nationalising leading UK banks, Gordon Brown is also part-nationalising leading UK television programmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following changes are to be implemented over the next few weeks to ensure confidence remains high in the country's TV favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) STRICTLY COME DANCING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Craig Revel Horwood to be replaced by Vince Cable ("Your dancing is less like Fred Astaire and more like Fred Flintstone"). Scoring system to be replaced with portfolio of Union Jacks (i.e. "I'll give that five flags out of five - well done!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) CASUALTY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Role of Charlie Fairhead to be played by Dr Liam Fox. Hospital to be renamed The Albion. 10% of all patients to be MPs with genuine medical complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) THE X FACTOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Louis Walsh to be replaced with Kenneth Clarke ("I think you're a really pretty group of girls and I would like to see you step out in style to True Blue next week!") Themes for future editions to include: Britain; British landmarks; British politicians; British trade and industry; why Britain is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) THE ONE SHOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ken Livingstone to replace Adrian Chiles. Edwina Currie to replace the other one. Programme will come live from the back of a flat-bed truck travelling around the country, visiting struggling businesses and banks to cheer up employees and rally morale with singalongs and quirky tales of the lighter side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) THE BILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10% of all crimes to be real ones. Sir Ian Blair to become new boss of Sun Hill. Each edition to feature a cameo from a former Home Secretary, dispensing words of wisdom and calm. Confirmed so far: Douglas Hurd, Charles Clarke, Merlyn Rees, Leon Brittan (to be renamed Leon Britain until the crisis ends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) EASTENDERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Residents to launch an I'm Backing Britain campaign, culminating in a street party in Albert Square with characters dressed as Arthur Askey, a Flump, Busby the British Telecom bird, Fred from the Homepride adverts, the Blitz, 1966, and a stiff upper lip. Mick Jagger to make a guest appearance with Dot Cotton during a 'guess the weight of the cake' scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-855445868283371103?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/855445868283371103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=855445868283371103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/855445868283371103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/855445868283371103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/digi-crisis-times.html' title='Digi-Crisis Times'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-4291889940346818400</id><published>2008-10-08T14:53:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:34:19.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of blog denizen John Rivers and the good people of Harper Collins, TV Cream has five copies of Lord Denis Norden's new autobiography, Clips From A Life, to give away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SOy8jNwjXXI/AAAAAAAAByE/kuefxucpH-U/s1600-h/norden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254782178409274738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SOy8jNwjXXI/AAAAAAAAByE/kuefxucpH-U/s320/norden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SOy8DmdFJiI/AAAAAAAABx8/ffMFQaZbK64/s1600-h/norden.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fine tome, expertly showcasing the man's anecdote-hewn approach to life. There's a predictably detailed glossary and index at the back, and photos including a publicity poster for Looks Familiar done up to look like a musical hall handbill proclaiming 'By Popular Demand Switched From Matinee To After News At Ten!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To win a copy, here's the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What year was the first It'll Be Alright On The Night broadcast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send your answer to &lt;a href="mailto:digicreamguide@tvcream.co.uk"&gt;digicreamguide@tvcream.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; - the first five correct ones will win the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Correspondence on this subject, as they say, is now closed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WINNERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuart Allen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gavin Culloty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris Oakley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam Randall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Smith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who took part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-4291889940346818400?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4291889940346818400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=4291889940346818400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4291889940346818400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4291889940346818400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/competition-tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime.html' title='Competition tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SOy8jNwjXXI/AAAAAAAAByE/kuefxucpH-U/s72-c/norden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-2969510712367401760</id><published>2008-10-06T22:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:36:50.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo clippage #42</title><content type='html'>"Have you *seen* the latest viewing figures?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SOqExzEl18I/AAAAAAAABx0/L4TjBooumgc/s1600-h/breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254157906339026882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SOqExzEl18I/AAAAAAAABx0/L4TjBooumgc/s320/breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-2969510712367401760?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2969510712367401760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=2969510712367401760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2969510712367401760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2969510712367401760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-clippage-41.html' title='Photo clippage #42'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SOqExzEl18I/AAAAAAAABx0/L4TjBooumgc/s72-c/breakfast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-5391704683906452916</id><published>2008-10-03T19:24:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:49:41.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For imediate distributon no Embargo</title><content type='html'>A press release arrives at TV Cream from drownedinmedia.com, bearing news that "legendary Broadcaster [sic] and five times Sony Award winning DJ, David 'Kid' Jensen, celebrates a milestone in British Broadcasting [sic] this year with an amazing 40 years service in the industry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not clear why it's been sent round today, given the actual anniversary is "on the 26th November". Still, it's always good to have a reason for looking back at Dave's life and "the bands he's met along the way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them appears to be somebody called "Gary Newman". Apparently this person achieved great success and had a number of hit records. Ditto "Marc Bowlan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The press release also mentions a few "legendary broadcasters" Dave has worked with down the years, "such as the late and great Kenny Everet". There's also a list of the Kid's "contemporaries still working in radio today", including "Emperor Roscoe". Sybil seems to be doing alright for herself, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we're treated to a couple of anecdotes from the man himself, including one concerning a guitarist called "Jimmy Hendrix". There's also a rundown of some of Dave's TV work, which makes no mention of The Roxy whatsoever, but does acknowledge "the first 3 annual Brit Awards (known as the British Rock and Pop Awards)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes to the Editor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about this blog post please contact Some Bloke In The Street Who Can't Be Arsed And Who Doesn't Know How To Write The Names Of Famous People Let Alone Cross-Check Them On A Computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SOZntwcD8rI/AAAAAAAABxo/zjtY6xyvDsU/s1600-h/kidjensen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253000051168637618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SOZntwcD8rI/AAAAAAAABxo/zjtY6xyvDsU/s320/kidjensen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-5391704683906452916?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5391704683906452916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=5391704683906452916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5391704683906452916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5391704683906452916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-imediate-distributon-no-embargo.html' title='For imediate distributon no Embargo'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SOZntwcD8rI/AAAAAAAABxo/zjtY6xyvDsU/s72-c/kidjensen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-1998953320825681579</id><published>2008-10-02T14:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:53:43.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>S for Rantzen</title><content type='html'>Chris Hughes has unearthed striking proof of the existence of The Second Book of Jigsaw Puzzles (Jigsaw as in the Clive Doig-devised alphabetorium of antics) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Cockney A-Z, complete with definitions, which apparently appeared in said book and which recently turned up online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe some of these are still in common usage. 'S for Rantzen'? Most people under 20 won't have a clue who that is. Ditto 'I for The Engine'. Kids under 10 will never have heard of an envelope. And words such as mutton and zephyr have recently been given Grade II listed status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's good to know that somewhere out there must be a copy of The Second Book Of Jigsaw Puzzles, hopefully with a fully-illustrated story explaining how Jig was 'born'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just what did this particular whim have to do with the desk of Doig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A for 'Orses .................. ('ay for 'orses)&lt;br /&gt;B for Mutton .................. (Beef or Mutton)&lt;br /&gt;C for Miles ................... (See for Miles)&lt;br /&gt;D for Ential .................. (Differential)&lt;br /&gt;E for Brick ................... ('eave a Brick)&lt;br /&gt;F for Vescence ................ (Effervescence)&lt;br /&gt;G for Get It .................. (Gee, forget it!)&lt;br /&gt;H for Bless You ............... (Aitsshfa! A Sneeze)&lt;br /&gt;I for The Engine .............. (Ivor the Engine)&lt;br /&gt;J for Oranges ................. (Jaffa Oranges)&lt;br /&gt;K for Restaurant .............. (Cafe or Restaurant)&lt;br /&gt;L for Leather ................. ('ell for Leather)&lt;br /&gt;M for Sis' .................... (Emphasis)&lt;br /&gt;N for Lope .................... (Envelope)&lt;br /&gt;O for The Wings Of A Dove ..... (O! for the Wings of a Dove!)&lt;br /&gt;P for Relief .................. (?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;Q for A Bus ................... (Queue for a Bus)&lt;br /&gt;R for Mo' ..................... ('alf a Mo')&lt;br /&gt;S for Rantzen ................. (Esther Rantzen)&lt;br /&gt;T for Two ..................... (Tea for Two)&lt;br /&gt;U for Me ...................... (You for Me)&lt;br /&gt;V for La France ............... (Vive la France)&lt;br /&gt;W for The Winnings ............ (Double you for the Winnings)&lt;br /&gt;X for Breakfast ............... (Eggs for Breakfast)&lt;br /&gt;Y for Husband ................. (Wife or Husband)&lt;br /&gt;Z for Wind .................... (Zephyr Wind)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-1998953320825681579?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1998953320825681579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=1998953320825681579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1998953320825681579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1998953320825681579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-for-rantzen.html' title='S for Rantzen'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-1702890559776702613</id><published>2008-09-29T19:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:38:56.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the man who's bored everyone</title><content type='html'>Michael Parkinson has &lt;a href="http://www.michaelparkinson.tv/"&gt;launched his own website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a man who hitherto never wasted any promotional opportunity to remind you he's a journalist and NOT A TV PERSONALITY, the OMB (Ol' Miserable Bastard) appears to be loosening the strings of his pomposity corset. For this site is nothing if not personality-led.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a big photo of the man, seemingly biting on his own finger. We're invited to "meet the man who's met everyone" - not the sort of claim you'd expect from a lowly journalist of the old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're also asked to buy a CD entitled Michael Parkinson: My Life In Music. For anyone who *still* hasn't heard of Jamie Cullum or Michael Buble, or rather who *still* hasn't heard of how Parky discovered them all by himself (when his producer put their CDs in his journalistic hands), the first 100 preorders of this disc are signed by OMB himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the homepage there's a plug for the pub owned by Michael and his son, the one that Terry Wogan is barred from for post-8am news comedic monologue purposes. Oh, and did you know that Parky has a book coming out, all about his life, called 'Parky'? Being a journalist he has written it all by himself and will be "trailing around the length and breadth of the country" for some signing sessions. If you feel like that, mate, don't bother, it's really no trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the thing that really grates is the way he's snaffled up all the rights to his TV interviews and will be filtering them online through his very own smarmy pipette whenever he chooses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a selfless act of journalism: placing himself higher than his public, and refusing to let the clips stand on their own merits. Instead we're to be flattered with his own favourites and, presumably, all the ones that show him in a good light rather than his guests (or rather, show him in a better light).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, you're thinking, perhaps OMB will give readers a right to reply to all of this bollocks on his new blog. Wrong. It's called a blog, but it sure as hell isn't one. It's merely another megaphone for all things Parky, to which nobody is allowed to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the titbits is news that he's about to become Chancellor of Nottingham Trent University. Can you guess, reader, which name looms largest among those he has chosen to receive honorary degrees? Billy Fucking Connolly. How we'll all look forward to hearing about Parky's hilarious encounter with "one of my favourite people" in front of a bunch of graduates who don't know who either of them are. Maybe the stage will be arranged in the style of his chat show, which as we now know went bankrupt because OMB wanted a pocket money rise from Michael Grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, however, a forum. Surely this is fizzing with activity, given Parky is "the man who's met everyone"? At the time of writing it boasts just six replies. Maybe that's because he's personally deleting any response that doesn't meet his exact journalistic standards of grammar and spelling. Or maybe nobody really gives a toss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank fuck he's not on TV anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. How come he hasn't shelled out for michaelparkinson.com? It's available. After all Mike, michaelparkinson.tv can't help sounding a little, well, common...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-1702890559776702613?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1702890559776702613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=1702890559776702613&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1702890559776702613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1702890559776702613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/meet-man-whos-bored-everyone.html' title='Meet the man who&apos;s bored everyone'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-8825641339041429431</id><published>2008-09-27T18:22:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:32:21.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An evil prick in glasses...and Simon Bates</title><content type='html'>It feels like there are a million things wrong with this clip, especially the opening 60 seconds or so. Ideally it ought to be prefaced with a short sequence involving somebody in suit and tie warning you about its content. And the fact it breaches almost every possible measure of taste, decency and factual accuracy the likes of which the Video Standards Council could only dream. "Have a listen to Jeff Wayne's new single..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMgROD_4AYc&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-8825641339041429431?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8825641339041429431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=8825641339041429431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8825641339041429431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8825641339041429431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/evil-prick-in-glassesand-simon-bates.html' title='An evil prick in glasses...and Simon Bates'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-36764992223754976</id><published>2008-09-24T16:55:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:08:06.842+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo clippage: party conference special</title><content type='html'>Now there's a title that's likely to get this blog's search queries shooting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Harold Wilson and Dick Crossman cook up another gimmick outside their guest house, 1960:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNpj4xm5GCI/AAAAAAAABSU/KIl7nLh54hk/s1600-h/wilson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249618142694021154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNpj4xm5GCI/AAAAAAAABSU/KIl7nLh54hk/s320/wilson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ted Heath provides the Not The Nine O'clock News scriptwriters with an easy win:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNpj5MlsG4I/AAAAAAAABSc/UeBFHg8xTaM/s1600-h/heath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249618149936733058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNpj5MlsG4I/AAAAAAAABSc/UeBFHg8xTaM/s320/heath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Uncle Jim sews up the youth vote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNpjQ5GGNhI/AAAAAAAABRs/7a9LmWbHp0A/s1600-h/sunnyjim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249617457509185042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNpjQ5GGNhI/AAAAAAAABRs/7a9LmWbHp0A/s320/sunnyjim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) ...before toe-tapping his way around the Brighton Top Rank ballroom, 1977:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNpjRVKLa-I/AAAAAAAABR0/SDVqJnPDSr0/s1600-h/unclejim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249617465042496482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNpjRVKLa-I/AAAAAAAABR0/SDVqJnPDSr0/s320/unclejim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Edwina Currie brandishes a pair of handcuffs during a debate on law and order, 1981:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNpjRocgSJI/AAAAAAAABR8/OnMCjhGX2rg/s1600-h/currie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249617470219634834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNpjRocgSJI/AAAAAAAABR8/OnMCjhGX2rg/s320/currie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The dream ticket, 1983:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNpjRxVWv-I/AAAAAAAABSE/Fwy15sKnmdk/s1600-h/dreamticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249617472605568994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNpjRxVWv-I/AAAAAAAABSE/Fwy15sKnmdk/s320/dreamticket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Michael Denzil Xavier "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA" Portillo, 1990:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNpjSEiLqfI/AAAAAAAABSM/_7AG3dUBD3g/s1600-h/portillo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249617477759642098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNpjSEiLqfI/AAAAAAAABSM/_7AG3dUBD3g/s320/portillo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-36764992223754976?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/36764992223754976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=36764992223754976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/36764992223754976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/36764992223754976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/photo-clippage-party-conference-special.html' title='Photo clippage: party conference special'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNpj4xm5GCI/AAAAAAAABSU/KIl7nLh54hk/s72-c/wilson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-2348312903946634881</id><published>2008-09-22T17:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:23:27.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is a lovely way to spend an evening..."</title><content type='html'>There's no way to embed this, unfortunately, but here's a chance to enjoy the sight of Petula Clark singing across a faux-dinner table at Peter Ustinov, some Generation Game business involving orange peelers, and a BBC1 programme that "will also be shown on BBC2 and ITV":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=CJftI-N6lV4"&gt;Details in RADIO TIMES&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-2348312903946634881?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2348312903946634881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=2348312903946634881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2348312903946634881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2348312903946634881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-lovely-way-to-spend-evening.html' title='&quot;This is a lovely way to spend an evening...&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-3600429276986356841</id><published>2008-09-19T17:42:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:13:04.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This week's new Dr Who(s) revealed</title><content type='html'>It's the Dr Who silly season, with stupid stories being lobbed into the ether to keep the freaks in a heightened state of pre-coital craziness until Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the one about the TARDIS being turned gold for a special Children In Need sketch, by way of a tribute to the success of Britain's Olympic and Paralympic teams. But then there's Russell T Davies 'revealing' the 'identity' of the person he'd &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7618537.stm"&gt;like to replace David Tennant&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's clear his sole rationale here is to keep the words 'Russell' and 'Dr Who' attached to each other in the public consciousness for another few years or so, while he's elsewhere busy making another Manchester-based drama about 40-something gay men. But there are surely far more persuasive options that Russell *Tovey*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) RUSSELL GRANT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now onto Capricorn, this is you Rose..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNPW4ikfbFI/AAAAAAAABRM/X2maIL1hLLk/s1600-h/russellgrant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247774257657637970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNPW4ikfbFI/AAAAAAAABRM/X2maIL1hLLk/s320/russellgrant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) RUSSELL HARTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"You are, are you not, a Mechanoid?" Anything's possible for those folks at The Mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNPW419Cq8I/AAAAAAAABRU/ekzOtyRcxqQ/s1600-h/russellharty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247774262860884930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNPW419Cq8I/AAAAAAAABRU/ekzOtyRcxqQ/s320/russellharty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) RUSSELL WATSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cassandra, I've just met a girl named Cassandra..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNPb1RlTbUI/AAAAAAAABRk/s7qMzWPoC3E/s1600-h/russellwatson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247779699116174658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNPb1RlTbUI/AAAAAAAABRk/s7qMzWPoC3E/s320/russellwatson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) RUSS CONWAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think you're abominable? Wait till you hear this version of The Entertainer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNPW5A8iJAI/AAAAAAAABRc/xcNLTl1eEJE/s1600-h/russconway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247774265811543042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNPW5A8iJAI/AAAAAAAABRc/xcNLTl1eEJE/s320/russconway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-3600429276986356841?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3600429276986356841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=3600429276986356841&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3600429276986356841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3600429276986356841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-weeks-new-dr-whos-revealed.html' title='This week&apos;s new Dr Who(s) revealed'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SNPW4ikfbFI/AAAAAAAABRM/X2maIL1hLLk/s72-c/russellgrant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-5140713097702121551</id><published>2008-09-16T14:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:33:15.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No licence-dodgers, except one</title><content type='html'>Noel Edmonds was mouthing off in the press the other day, in an attempt to whip up interest in his wretched one-off Sky One show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The self-styled Prime Minister-in-waiting (a bit like Hughie Green when he used Opportunity Knocks to try and take over the country in the late 1970s) moaned about, among other things, immigrants, people who knock astrologists, and the licence fee. "I'm so incensed by the idea that I'm guilty of something that I actually cancelled my licence fee a few months ago," Noel thundered, bizarrely. "They haven't found me, and nobody's come knocking on the door." Yes Noel, that's because you live in a palace behind Berlin Wall-style ramparts that make it impossible for anyone to knock on your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few years ago when Noel was a nicer person and Deal Or No Deal had just started and people genuinely enjoyed his presence, he used to get in the papers every week for saying this kind of stuff. Albeit stuff of a far less offensive, more entertaining fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these escapades into print were used to fill up editions of the now defunct Digi-Cream Times mailout. Here were five of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Noel gets into a fight with Mike Read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Edmonds crosses swords with his Saturday morning successor concerning the latter's participation in Channel Five's The Curse Of Noel Edmonds. Mike refuses to step outside, instead offering to write Noel an apologetic letter, though just as intriguing is the fact it all takes place at a party hosted by Anthea Turner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Noel breaks the land speed record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Edmonds confesses he once drove a car at 186mph. It being Noel, there is some shameless innuendo worked into the tale, to the tune of an admission he once had sex in a Range Rover. "You can't say you love cars if you haven't ever made love in one," Noel hisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Noel falls out with Ricky Gervais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Gervais is supposed to be collecting some kind of Lifetime Achievement Award from Noel at an awards ceremony. But he refuses to accept the award off Edmonds, citing unhappiness at this clash of cultures (i.e. popular v. unpopular - Noel being the former, naturally). It is unclear whether Noel subsequently asked Gervais to step outside for a fistfight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Noel advocates infidelity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;One of a number of celebrities canvassed for their view on what they see themselves doing "when I'm 64", Noel testifies to wishing for a 64th birthday "spent in a hotel room bed, with someone else's husband banging on the door".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Noel gets a disease that gives him a Beadle hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"It's a bit ridiculous, but I am in agony." The man does himself a mischief and makes it into the pages of the Daily Telegraph. "After 40 years in entertainment," Noel whines, "I can at last boast that I have suffered an industrial injury." The cause of this shocking turn of events? The Deal Or No Deal phone. "It's pretty heavy and I have to pick it up a dozen times a show. We shoot three shows a day and it got so painful that I could hardly pick the bleeding thing up. I didn't know what was wrong so I went to a consultant in Bristol last week and she diagnosed it as repetitive strain injury, rather like tennis elbow. She said she was a huge fan of the show and was sure that it must be from picking up the phone."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-5140713097702121551?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5140713097702121551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=5140713097702121551&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5140713097702121551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5140713097702121551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-licence-dodgers-except-one.html' title='No licence-dodgers, except one'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-5940175016603216612</id><published>2008-09-15T16:18:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:44:02.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A citizen of the universe and a gentleman to boot</title><content type='html'>Anyone who listens to &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/6music/shows/adamandjoe/"&gt;Adam and Joe on 6 Music&lt;/a&gt; will know the name Chris Salt. He was the deserving winner of the recent Screen Test-esque competition in which members of the public were invited to create a video to accompany one of the pair's legendary Song Wars tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chris has a number of Lego-based creations to his name, and here's one of the finest: a charming little salute to Dr Who with a suitably waspish pay-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hj9bmi6Rc2g&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-5940175016603216612?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5940175016603216612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=5940175016603216612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5940175016603216612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5940175016603216612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/citizen-of-universe-and-gentleman-to.html' title='A citizen of the universe and a gentleman to boot'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-8833788089998381529</id><published>2008-09-13T12:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:37:34.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Please bring back club blue peeter it woz great"</title><content type='html'>This &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dear-Blue-Peter-Favourite-Childrens/dp/190602149X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1221305384&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;new book&lt;/a&gt; "by" Biddy Baxter comprising pieces of correspondence from the history of Blue Peter is a charming concept, but somewhat different in reality. Because it doesn't just contain letters to and from BP during Biddy's reign. It runs right up to the present day and the show's current unhappy Key Stage 2 variety show format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much it's nice to eavesdrop on a few exchanges about "club blue peeter" and sartorial gaffes, on reflection it feels too soon to be reading this kind of thing. It's nothing to do with Biddy. It's like rifling through someone's saved mails from the other week. A bit of distance - a bit of history - lends the older material far more sustained appeal and, yes, a dash of poignancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book tries to please too many people and, perhaps, ends up satisfying none. The past and the present should've been kept separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might have set a precedent, though, for opening up the inboxes of current BBC programmes. Why stop at Blue Peter? A collection of eccentric emails sent to The One Show, for instance, could make for a perfect stocking filler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-8833788089998381529?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8833788089998381529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=8833788089998381529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8833788089998381529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8833788089998381529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/please-bring-back-club-blue-peeter-it.html' title='&quot;Please bring back club blue peeter it woz great&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-1823591137989888300</id><published>2008-09-09T20:37:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:30:58.817+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian soldiers onwards</title><content type='html'>Excuse the Daily Express-style headline, but apparently Glynn Christian has just been given a lifetime achievement award for...well, being Glynn Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The erstwhile Breakfast Time chef was honoured for his career at the Great Taste Awards 2008. The accompanying press release reveals he first opened a delicatessen in 1974 and "38 years later, that deli still exists [all the more remarkable for it being, at the time of writing, only 34 years later], in the same position, boasting the same name" - yes, a bit like all those branches of Tesco and Sainsbury's that opened decades ago and which, for some reason, still boast those precise monikers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, let's not forget that "1974 was an age when fine food was prawn cocktail, overcooked sirloin, black forest gateaux and Mateus Rosé, all finished with a coffee with thick cream floating on top."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Glynn, back on breakfast television earlier this year, squashed between Francis Wilson and Sue Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SMbQoB9ZUzI/AAAAAAAABRE/12I3lh7MSC8/s1600-h/breakfastreunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244108202258813746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SMbQoB9ZUzI/AAAAAAAABRE/12I3lh7MSC8/s320/breakfastreunion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-1823591137989888300?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1823591137989888300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=1823591137989888300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1823591137989888300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1823591137989888300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/christian-soldiers-on.html' title='Christian soldiers onwards'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SMbQoB9ZUzI/AAAAAAAABRE/12I3lh7MSC8/s72-c/breakfastreunion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-3313657460816861223</id><published>2008-09-08T20:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:45:05.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo clippage #41</title><content type='html'>It's 1972. Any suggestions as to the record Roy has just broken here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SMWAXq1r6yI/AAAAAAAABPc/EJLk32Prpjk/s1600-h/roycastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243738485267622690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SMWAXq1r6yI/AAAAAAAABPc/EJLk32Prpjk/s320/roycastle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-3313657460816861223?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3313657460816861223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=3313657460816861223&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3313657460816861223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3313657460816861223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/photo-clippage-41.html' title='Photo clippage #41'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SMWAXq1r6yI/AAAAAAAABPc/EJLk32Prpjk/s72-c/roycastle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-8369849104681488963</id><published>2008-09-06T21:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:15:48.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that noise?</title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm John Dunn, and it gives me enormous pleasure to introduce the TV Cream Mystery Voice Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those ferrets of frippery, the TV Cream backroom boys, have unearthed not one but a quartet of quotes for you to identify. I must say, I had a go myself earlier on and they've certainly come up with some crackers! So without more ado, pin back your ears and see if you can put a name (and if possible a programme) to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tv.cream.org/mysteryvoice1.mp3"&gt;Mystery Voice 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tv.cream.org/mysteryvoice2.mp3"&gt;Mystery Voice 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tv.cream.org/mysteryvoice3.mp3"&gt;Mystery Voice 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tv.cream.org/mysteryvoice4.mp3"&gt;Mystery Voice 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-8369849104681488963?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8369849104681488963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=8369849104681488963&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8369849104681488963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8369849104681488963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-that-noise.html' title='What&apos;s that noise?'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-5211469610800492285</id><published>2008-09-02T16:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:18:35.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Macca's back pages: chapter 6</title><content type='html'>The final one from David Pascoe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exhibit F: Simple As That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AKA: Macca says Just Say No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two quick ones to finish with (but if you're very unlucky there may be a part 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This track was included on an anti-heroin album. It's fairly bog-standard anti-drug material, but it includes perhaps the definitive line that sums up the spirit that runs through most of McCartney's work. For those who have ears, let them hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGxRoGbliew"&gt;"Would you rather be alive or dead?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of researching this article, I heard plenty of McCartney cover versions too. Here's a quick example of Getting Paul McCartney Wrong. In the meantime, back to those Press to Play out-takes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full marks for including the original's "Shooby-dooby-dowa"s, but &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOou6XyzOsU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;where's the autoharp at the end?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-5211469610800492285?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5211469610800492285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=5211469610800492285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5211469610800492285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5211469610800492285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/maccas-back-pages-chapter-6.html' title='Macca&apos;s back pages: chapter 6'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-3546647873518030316</id><published>2008-08-30T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:27:09.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Geoffrey Perkins RIP</title><content type='html'>There's a tribute to the great man over on &lt;a href="http://www.offthetelly.co.uk/"&gt;your new-look Off The Telly&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-3546647873518030316?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3546647873518030316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=3546647873518030316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3546647873518030316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3546647873518030316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/geoffrey-perkins-rip.html' title='Geoffrey Perkins RIP'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-2421352371878592389</id><published>2008-08-29T21:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:07:24.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've got one hell of a story - and it's only in The Sun!"</title><content type='html'>Do they mean a rather pompous opinionated rags-to-riches-to-rags-to-even-more-riches lollygagger who sued the BBC because he hasn't got a sense of humour and now claims to be Touched By Angels?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0keGXWbeNg&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they surely do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-2421352371878592389?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2421352371878592389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=2421352371878592389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2421352371878592389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2421352371878592389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-got-one-hell-of-story-and-its-only.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve got one hell of a story - and it&apos;s only in The Sun!&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-3419282595206279831</id><published>2008-08-28T13:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:58:15.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo clippage #40</title><content type='html'>Just what is going on here...and who's the bloke on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SLagx3pGrJI/AAAAAAAABNw/xxLZMvXFrkQ/s1600-h/golf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239551995102538898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SLagx3pGrJI/AAAAAAAABNw/xxLZMvXFrkQ/s320/golf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-3419282595206279831?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3419282595206279831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=3419282595206279831&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3419282595206279831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3419282595206279831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/photo-clippage-40.html' title='Photo clippage #40'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SLagx3pGrJI/AAAAAAAABNw/xxLZMvXFrkQ/s72-c/golf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-4648300092815427146</id><published>2008-08-25T12:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:58:40.392+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simon May tapes</title><content type='html'>TV Cream has been lucky to come into possession of an exceedingly rare sound archive: nothing less than composer Simon May's demo tapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a heady brew. An early version of the EastEnders theme with Eddy Grant performing a rap and no sign of the usual tune; a techno remix of Eldorado; and a version of Castaway 2000 featuring jungle drums and Dame Kiri Te Kanawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of particular note is Simon's demo for Howard's Way. It seems his original intention was to create a more chirpy, swingbeat-meets-hornpipe concoction, with dialogue from each episode reprised within the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most surprising of all, though, is the presence of lyrics. Yup, it turns out Simes originally envisaged a singalong chorus to take pride of place at the climax of the theme. Why this never made the final version is a mystery - equally so its later substitution with Marti Webb's dirge to love's permanence, Always There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a privilege to be able to bring you this &lt;a href="http://tv.cream.org/howardswaydemo.mp3"&gt;rare glimpse behind closed studio doors&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-4648300092815427146?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4648300092815427146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=4648300092815427146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4648300092815427146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4648300092815427146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/simon-may-tapes.html' title='The Simon May tapes'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-7865771672340284919</id><published>2008-08-24T15:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:08:42.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Macca's back pages: chapter 5</title><content type='html'>David Pascoe writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit E: Check My Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA: Macca does dubstep&lt;br /&gt;"I figure that in time they'll get around to more recent stuff, Check My Machine, those funny little ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is more like it.  Liberated by going properly solo, McCartney produced a corking album in McCartney II, containing some of his finest moments. Coming Up, Temporary Secretary ("She can be a neurosurgeon/If she's doing nothing urgent" – Genius) and One of These Days all ring out with the fresh clear confidence of the Ram sessions nine years earlier. But when it came to recording a B-side for TLC-inspiring Waterfalls, McCartney produced something truly surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting out with some looped cartoon clips including Barney Rubble in The Flinstones and something sounding suspiciously like a "D'oh" but most probably a clip from the Laurel and Hardy cartoon, we dip into a helium voiced McCartney beseeching us to "Check my machine/Che-eck my machine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The request continues over a gorgeously, mellow banjo, keyboard and dub bass line.  The pace seldom rises above the nodding but the invitation to bob is irresistible.  At regular intervals we break off from our bobbing to hear Macca play with the "dropping a metal dustbin on its side" voice on his synthesiser before returning to the hypnotic, circling riff.  Finishing with some high-spirited audio verite mucking about, this track is crystal proof that the surge in popularity McCartney enjoyed in the early 80s was no fluke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why should we be interested in it?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This track (and the equally lesser-heard Secret Friend, a kind of death disco released on 12" with Temporary Secretary) show that McCartney's instincts for dabbling in different musical styles and for keeping up with contemporary sounds remained as strong as ever.  In its own demented way, this track is as timeless as anything he recorded with The Beatles.  It could have popped up on late night Radio 1 in 1980, 1990, 2000 or 2010 and would have sounded as exciting and vibrant as anything else going on at the time.  McCartney's dance music alter-ego, The Fireman was born here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FURTHER LISTENING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oH3k8NXpu-4"&gt;"Sticks and stones may break my bones..."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-7865771672340284919?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7865771672340284919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=7865771672340284919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/7865771672340284919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/7865771672340284919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/maccas-back-pages-chapter-5.html' title='Macca&apos;s back pages: chapter 5'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-2024432896809108944</id><published>2008-08-22T22:08:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:51:48.548+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Switch on to the switchover!"</title><content type='html'>There are only a couple of months to go until the first transmitter is turned off and digital TV begins seeping across the land like the globules in the opening titles to Survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what word has there been by way of suitably lavish happenings to mark each stage of analogue's farewell? None! The whole thing might just as well involve a group of unlikeable people gathered on a muddy old farm in the back of beyond, like the rest of every episode of Survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, what's needed is a proper, whistles-and-bells, star-encrusted nationwide effort, called something irritating like The Really Big Switchover, packed full of celebrities and gimmicks. An oversized foam-costumed walking embodiment of Digit Al would be involved, naturally, traversing the land from region to region like he's carrying the Olympic flame. Or the Nationwide chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, however, there need to be massive events in each part of the country to accompany the actual moment the switch is flicked and Five Million Pensioners Realise They Can't Watch Coronation Street Anymore ((C) The Daily Mail).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately (for this blog if not anything else), just such a roster of events suggests itself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Really Big Switchover (part one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN: 2008-9&lt;br /&gt;WHERE: A windswept moorland&lt;br /&gt;WHO: Melvyn Bragg, Derek Batey, Fiona Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;HOW: Melvyn pontificates with a group of academics for 45 minutes before Derek does a plug for his Mr and Mrs stage show. Fiona stands in the background looking frosty. Miss Carlisle 2008 presses a giant button which makes a beeeeeeoooooooowwwww sound effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRANADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN: 2009&lt;br /&gt;WHERE: The Albert Dock&lt;br /&gt;WHO: Colin Weston, Elton Welsby, Sue Robbie, Julie Goodyear, Pete Waterman (DJing a special outside disco), Lord Michael Winstanley (with advice on how to avoid being diddled by a shifty Freeview salesman), William Roache, Anne Kirkbride and a special guest appearance by Richard and Judy.&lt;br /&gt;HOW: Ken and Deidre are having problems with their TV reception. Bet walks in and tells them they need to get digital. Richard and Judy drop by with a spare set-top box (Richard: "You'll find it pays to keep at least three spare in case of emergencies" Judy: "Oh Richard") and soon everyone is settling down to enjoy an episode of a strangely-familiar Northern soap opera set in a cobbled street that's not Albion Market. Meanwhile Colin, Elton and Sue sing a song about Winter Hill transmitter before blowing it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WESTCOUNTRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN: 2009&lt;br /&gt;WHERE: Plymouth Hoe&lt;br /&gt;WHO: Richard Digance, Judi Spiers, Gus Honeybun&lt;br /&gt;HOW: A lookalike of Sir Francis Drake steps forward for a game of bowls; one of the balls hits a giant cardboard cut-out of Judi's face, a ship's bell sounds, Gus squeals and the plug is pulled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WALES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN: 2009-10&lt;br /&gt;WHERE: The Rift&lt;br /&gt;WHO: Dilwyn Young Jones and Vincent Kane&lt;br /&gt;HOW: An unofficial facsimile of the TARDIS materialises by that giant fountain thing in Cardiff. Out step Dilwyn and Vincent, they exchange pleasantries, thank you for watching analogue television, then step back inside. The switchover happens off-screen, for budget reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANGLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN: 2011&lt;br /&gt;WHERE: Norwich market place&lt;br /&gt;WHO: Nicholas Parsons, Fred Dineage, Russell Grant, and Paul Lavers dressed as a medieval knight&lt;br /&gt;HOW: Paul is positioned on a giant rotating board which Nick, Fred and Russell have to spin. While a brass band plays the Anglia fanfare, Paul uses his spear to try and puncture various balloons suspended above his head. Most of them contain whipped cream, custard and mushy peas, but one contains a mobile phone with which he has to ring the nearby transmitter control room and tell them to shut down. Russell provides predictions for the future of television. "Now onto Pisces - this is you Nicholas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TYNE TEES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN: 2012&lt;br /&gt;WHERE: The Angel Of The North&lt;br /&gt;WHO: Tom O'Connor, Mike Neville, Jools Holland, Supergran&lt;br /&gt;HOW: While Jools plays some boogie-woogie, Supergran flies down from the top of the Angel and lands on a giant Crosswits board, which lights up the letters SWITCHOVER and which triggers the opening of a mystery compartment inside the Angel, a la The Wicker Man, from which Tom and Neville wave at the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONDON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN: 2012&lt;br /&gt;WHERE: On top of LWT Towers on the South Bank&lt;br /&gt;WHO: Michael Aspel, Dame Edna Everage, Danny Baker, Janet Street-Porter, Gloria Hunniford (interviewing people in the crowd), Roland Rivron (floating in the Thames), Fred Housego (answering riddles from Aspel on the history of TV), Greg Dyke (in shirt sleeves, explaining how he saved television by inventing Freeview)&lt;br /&gt;HOW: A giant banner is unfurled down one side of the building, onto which a countdown clock is projected. At the moment of the switchover, Cilla Black, in a pod in the London Eye, wishes viewers "a lorra lorra digital fun" and pulls a lever launching a flaming arrow high into the sky which lands on a junction box at Crystal Palace and is the cue for Denis Norden to turn a golden key in a nearby portakabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be concluded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-2024432896809108944?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2024432896809108944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=2024432896809108944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2024432896809108944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2024432896809108944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/switch-on-to-switchover.html' title='&quot;Switch on to the switchover!&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-1680462633005768988</id><published>2008-08-20T16:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:07:49.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes are being made</title><content type='html'>Property magnates, alliterative abbreviations and one-time-linkers-of-children's-cartoons, Dick and Dom, have been sacked from Radio 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the reason for this post. The reason is the fact that in this &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2008/aug/20/bbc.radio"&gt;write-up&lt;/a&gt; of the news by, who else, the Media Guardian, the lads' once-all-conquering trademark game, Bogies, is still being completely misrepresented. &lt;strong&gt;Five years on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from the outset the Guardian have had trouble with this, seemingly unable to ever correctly describe the purpose of Bogies as being to shout the word, yes, "bogies". And now, even after all this time, they still persist in talking about the game like a hopeless half-sane great uncle, referring to kids having to shout "bogey".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the Media Guardian, the place where the least amount of TV is watched in the whole of the country, is it possible to get something so simple so wrong so many times for so many years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-1680462633005768988?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1680462633005768988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=1680462633005768988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1680462633005768988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1680462633005768988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/changes-are-being-made.html' title='Changes are being made'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-985462863593350006</id><published>2008-08-17T20:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:18:54.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The anatomy of TV Cream</title><content type='html'>Here's TV Cream to the power of ten. For uber-viewing pleasure, watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uSY2k6JN-8"&gt;the high quality version&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9uSY2k6JN-8&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-985462863593350006?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/985462863593350006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=985462863593350006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/985462863593350006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/985462863593350006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/anatomy-of-tv-cream.html' title='The anatomy of TV Cream'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-7496211554282180990</id><published>2008-08-16T17:57:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T08:49:51.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Johnny Ball photo clippage challenge</title><content type='html'>He's the man of a thousand faces, every one a different version of open-mouthed, wide-eyed exuber-ism. But what particular historical epihanies are being depicted by those thousand faces in each of the following?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Fear not - *oil* soon get it working again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SKcHZsxTanI/AAAAAAAABMY/QOrm2FUa1aw/s1600-h/johnnyball2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235161229937568370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SKcHZsxTanI/AAAAAAAABMY/QOrm2FUa1aw/s320/johnnyball2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "Those who said the world was round used to get carted off. Hence the name: cart-off-graphy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SKcHZj4uhoI/AAAAAAAABMQ/E5klKBiWl-4/s1600-h/johnnyball1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235161227552786050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SKcHZj4uhoI/AAAAAAAABMQ/E5klKBiWl-4/s320/johnnyball1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "Pardon me if I sound a little burnt out; things have been getting on my wick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SKcHZ9L4IwI/AAAAAAAABMg/DeQpmw1ll6w/s1600-h/johnnyball3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235161234343994114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SKcHZ9L4IwI/AAAAAAAABMg/DeQpmw1ll6w/s320/johnnyball3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "I used to do this for a living, but my business plan went totally to pot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SKcHZw9ragI/AAAAAAAABMo/Vs_OZp_h3ys/s1600-h/johnnyball4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235161231063214594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SKcHZw9ragI/AAAAAAAABMo/Vs_OZp_h3ys/s320/johnnyball4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-7496211554282180990?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7496211554282180990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=7496211554282180990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/7496211554282180990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/7496211554282180990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/johnny-ball-photo-clippage-challenge.html' title='The Johnny Ball photo clippage challenge'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SKcHZsxTanI/AAAAAAAABMY/QOrm2FUa1aw/s72-c/johnnyball2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-2905690699251252288</id><published>2008-08-13T21:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:58:52.964+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vienna Bon Bons</title><content type='html'>Tony Currie, historian extraordinaire of Radio Times, TV curator, theme tune specialist and all round good sort, has a new venture: &lt;a href="http://www.uklightradio.co.uk/"&gt;UK Light Radio&lt;/a&gt;, an internet-only service that's hoping to launch for real next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a promising line-up. Tone himself helms Rise'n'Shine, the breakfast show, including a feature enticingly called Tony's Test Card Classics. Then there's Pete Murray from 9am, for just one hour, promising stuff such as Pete's Juke Box Gem. Obviously any feature that boasts the name of the DJ in the title is a Good Thing, so it's reassuring to find so many of them listed in the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Howard, who hosted Pick Of The Week on Radio 4 for about 70 years before getting the sack, turns up late morning, then after lunch there's no less a personage than Brian 'Swing With The King's Singers' Kay with a show called, obtusely, The Lightswitch. Are we meant to listen to it with a dimmer switch to hand to vary the illumination according to the choice of record?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Hollingdale, the very first voice on Radio 2, has an afternoon shift called Vienna Bon Bons. It sounds like an assortment of light classics from numerous Palm Court orchestras, and there's nothing wrong with that. Later still there's Sing Along, with the Cliff Adams Singers promised, and Making For Midnight where "the sounds are sweet and gentle...all the way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing, as described, sounds fantastic, and completely deserving of a proper licence. As for the way it actually sounds...well, shame you can't listen live on a Mac, but there you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-2905690699251252288?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2905690699251252288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=2905690699251252288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2905690699251252288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2905690699251252288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/vienna-bon-bons.html' title='Vienna Bon Bons'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-4884836365335318060</id><published>2008-08-11T20:10:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:43:45.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Cotton RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/obituaries/article4507812.ece"&gt;This is truly sad news&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Cotton was one of the absolute greats: a shameless showman, a true populist, a scheduling wizard, a variety stalwart, an inspiration and mentor to thousands, and damn near responsible for every show TV Cream holds dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed to have been around forever, a vital link with the traditions and practices upon which the best of British telly was built, but still holding forth and dispensing pearls of wry and witty wisdom long after retirement. It's horrible to think of the world without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget all latterday pretenders to the throne, all latecomers to the crystal bucket, all modern day broadcasting suits and nabobs and bean-counters: Bill Cotton was and always will be your real, textbook, genuine TV hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SKCPxjSTAnI/AAAAAAAABLI/Y6kQAMwxWbU/s1600-h/billcotton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233340848452862578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SKCPxjSTAnI/AAAAAAAABLI/Y6kQAMwxWbU/s320/billcotton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's now a &lt;a href="http://tv.cream.org/specialreport/cotton.htm"&gt;proper tribute on the site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-4884836365335318060?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4884836365335318060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=4884836365335318060&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4884836365335318060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4884836365335318060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/bill-cotton-rip.html' title='Bill Cotton RIP'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SKCPxjSTAnI/AAAAAAAABLI/Y6kQAMwxWbU/s72-c/billcotton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-7559781922406898291</id><published>2008-08-11T14:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:46:45.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Terence Rigby RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7554044.stm"&gt;Checking out for the last time...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SKBFpqBGk4I/AAAAAAAABLA/hgXwOMfdifk/s1600-h/terencerigby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233259348960383874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SKBFpqBGk4I/AAAAAAAABLA/hgXwOMfdifk/s320/terencerigby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-7559781922406898291?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7559781922406898291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=7559781922406898291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/7559781922406898291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/7559781922406898291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/terence-rigby-rip.html' title='Terence Rigby RIP'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SKBFpqBGk4I/AAAAAAAABLA/hgXwOMfdifk/s72-c/terencerigby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-4906113201058366249</id><published>2008-08-10T20:17:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:18:13.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dance ladies, that's it, ooh, I like it, I like the movement, it's nice"</title><content type='html'>At long last, Reggie Bosanquet's venture into the world of disco makes it onto the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an extraordinary aural creation, notable for many things, among them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) the fact it seems that no fewer than three people were involved in its composition; was the salient line of the first chorus, "Dance do-up, ooh-up, ooh-wee", a group effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) the charmingly off-hand sentiment of the second verse: "You're in a pub, a cafe, a club/Then move on cos you've had enough" - arguably a damn sight more down-to-earth than "and you go home/and you cry/and you want to die".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Reggie's keen appreciation of sounds of the street: "Like reggae, soul, funk and punk/Bop around, lose all your junk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) The will-this-do backing. It's not even at proper speed, sounding instead like the sort of comedy approximation of late 70s dance music you'd get in an episode of George And Mildred where they mistakenly turned up at a discotheque instead of a whist drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Reg's bucolic abandonment of all airs and graces during the fade-out: "I feel rather splendid at pleasant...I can move so many parts at one time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altogether now: Dance ladies, that's it, ooh, I like it, I like the movement, it's nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQmln-WNhvw&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-4906113201058366249?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4906113201058366249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=4906113201058366249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4906113201058366249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4906113201058366249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/dance-ladies-thats-it-ooh-i-like-it-i.html' title='&quot;Dance ladies, that&apos;s it, ooh, I like it, I like the movement, it&apos;s nice&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-7885820006992527356</id><published>2008-08-09T20:45:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:38:37.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cussing on the Mike</title><content type='html'>It's a bit embarrassing to think TV Cream once named this man as our number one media mover and shaker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SJ31CgJHd1I/AAAAAAAABK4/mSInC5MxhvE/s1600-h/grade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232607765411100498" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SJ31CgJHd1I/AAAAAAAABK4/mSInC5MxhvE/s320/grade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, we called him a media genius! Such an unhallowed annointment could only lead, within a matter of years, to one thing: Grade's reputation sinking to the lowest it has possibly ever been, and the man ending up in charge of a rubbish network of channels that can't make any money and can't make any decent new programmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After decades of being a master showman and scheduler, it feels like he's met his match and is, in all doubt, going to end his career with a failure. An almighty, million-pound-fine-paying, audience-share-dwindling-into-irrelevance, failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not right. Perhaps he can see to it that ITV, or rather ITV1, becomes what it so clearly ought to be nowadays: a channel that runs from 7pm to, say, 1am, and that's all. If he did that, and managed to talk everyone else round, then he'll have pulled one last rabbit out of his LWT Towers-shaped hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, looking again at that top ten of &lt;a href="http://tv.cream.org/specialreport/moversshakers/index.htm"&gt;2004's movers and shakers&lt;/a&gt;. Grade, Dick and Dom, Rolf, Greg, Humphrys, Keating, Highfield, Marson, Euan Kerr, Yentob...what's the case for keeping &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; of them in an equivalent list for 2008?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-7885820006992527356?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7885820006992527356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=7885820006992527356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/7885820006992527356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/7885820006992527356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/cussing-on-mike.html' title='Cussing on the Mike'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SJ31CgJHd1I/AAAAAAAABK4/mSInC5MxhvE/s72-c/grade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-1956393821728085696</id><published>2008-08-06T21:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:02:56.655+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Macca's back pages: chapter 4</title><content type='html'>David Pascoe writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit D: Rudolph the Red Nose Reggae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA: Macca does country festive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't detain you for long with this one. Officially, Wonderful Christmastime marked the resumption of McCartney's solo career. Now while "Ding dong/ding dong/ding dong" has become as much a part of Christmas as "Lo he abhors not the virgin's womb", Rudolph the Red Nose Reggae has gone pretty much unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a good reason for that. Anyone expecting a festive C Moon rehash is quickly disappointed. Our 'reggae' consists of keyboard and country fiddle chocking out the famous Christmas song for about two minutes and...that's it. No lyrics, no variation, no surprise. Nothing. Certainly bugger all Jamaican about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notes on Back to the Egg revealed that it was four years old, having been recorded in Nashville while Wings were making Venus and Mars. I think he was drunk on the success of recording the perfectly serviceable Sally G at the same time, surely the only pedal steel country tune to feature the refrain "Take it chaps".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why should we be interested in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to reflect on a great lost opportunity. Had McCartney left this in the vaults and instead backed Wonderful Christmastime with the gorgeous double whammy of Winter Rose/Love Awake, he would have made the best two-sided Christmas single EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FURTHER LISTENING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Dick James when &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PkAunsJ1TJs"&gt;you need him&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;"I never thought to ask her what &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNia9Ra807c"&gt;the letter G stood for&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-1956393821728085696?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1956393821728085696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=1956393821728085696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1956393821728085696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1956393821728085696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/maccas-back-pages-chapter-4.html' title='Macca&apos;s back pages: chapter 4'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-3692261054845675669</id><published>2008-08-04T17:54:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:29:50.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another post about Adam and Joe</title><content type='html'>You know that a bandwagon is really starting to roll when the likes of &lt;a href="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/tv/2008/08/three_things_struck_me_over.html"&gt;Gareth McLean haul themselves on board&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically, he makes precisely the wrong point. The pair aren't unsung heroes at all; people have been singing their praises for over 10 years now. To be precise, what they are not, as some of those who have replied to McLean's pontification make clear, are properly employed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6 Music show is the best thing on the radio, but it's a criminal underuse of their talents. The very first thing the next controller of BBC2 should do is sign them up for a weekly 30-minute series. Surely a move to Radio 2 can't be far off as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime here's advance notice of transmission of Adam's latest pilot, A Week With Adam Buxton, at 11pm on Thursday on Radio 4. Like MeeBOX it was made ages ago, and like MeeBOX no doubt it stupidly won't be picked up and commissioned, despite the presence of numerous spoof songs and BaadDad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-3692261054845675669?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3692261054845675669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=3692261054845675669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3692261054845675669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3692261054845675669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-post-about-adam-and-joe.html' title='Another post about Adam and Joe'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-7299714821468458858</id><published>2008-08-02T18:42:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:38:15.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Cream's Olympic theme</title><content type='html'>In this week's Radio Times, Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett are interviewed about their "ground-breaking" titles for the BBC's Olympic coverage. In the process they have a good moan about previous sequences which featured "a bunch of people running about in slow motion with Olympic torches - boring".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they're wrong, because that's precisely what Olympic titles should be about, not a load of cartoon animals with silly faces. In fact, for them to be any good, Olympic themes should follow a very strict format and never stray too far away from a few core components.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all very well, you're thinking, TV Cream laying into yet another target. Just what, you counter, should go in the place of Albarn and Hewlett's effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair point. So here is an alternative. It's been written with the following essentials in mind:&lt;br /&gt;a) a hummable main melody&lt;br /&gt;b) a moody bit at the start where the Beeb would show images of the sun rising, an old man doing exercises in a city square, someone sipping tea, an Chinese Army officer sharing a joke with a small child, etc.&lt;br /&gt;c) an extended middle bit which would only be available on the accompanying 7"&lt;br /&gt;d) plenty of space for highlights from the Games to be incorporated into the mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also, naturally, in your best Vangelis/Paddy Kingsland/Simon May style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all it needs are lyrics for that limited edition tie-in single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tv.cream.org/tvcreamolympictheme.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the Games begin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-7299714821468458858?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7299714821468458858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=7299714821468458858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/7299714821468458858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/7299714821468458858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/tv-creams-olympic-theme.html' title='TV Cream&apos;s Olympic theme'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-2961490584130637125</id><published>2008-08-01T22:15:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:58:15.833Z</updated><title type='text'>Photo clippage: Olympics special</title><content type='html'>1) A dapper David Coleman gives his chequered suit an outing in Mexico, 1968:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SJN9RiH1l-I/AAAAAAAABHQ/hmkpYTl6e5E/s1600-h/coleman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229661332478203874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SJN9RiH1l-I/AAAAAAAABHQ/hmkpYTl6e5E/s320/coleman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Olive off of On The Buses turns up at the Churchill Hotel in Portman Square, London, for a luncheon given for television women and Sportswomen of the Olympics Year, 1972:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SJN9SNE-hAI/AAAAAAAABHY/njySDnnHJB0/s1600-h/olive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229661344008930306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SJN9SNE-hAI/AAAAAAAABHY/njySDnnHJB0/s320/olive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) David again, relaxing in the Moscow sunshine, 1980:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SJN9Sd9VoRI/AAAAAAAABHg/Xj-5LIykXmM/s1600-h/coleman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229661348540293394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SJN9Sd9VoRI/AAAAAAAABHg/Xj-5LIykXmM/s320/coleman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SJN9TA4aRjI/AAAAAAAABHo/tcYrR5pXhao/s1600-h/olive.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ronald Reagan "reacts" (it says here) after scoring against the USA Olympic team goalie Bob Mason during a ceremony at the White House Rose Garden in Washington on 29th September 1983:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SJN-FGfIQTI/AAAAAAAABH4/n-i4DPO1EP4/s1600-h/reagan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229662218412900658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SJN-FGfIQTI/AAAAAAAABH4/n-i4DPO1EP4/s320/reagan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Finally, a shameless TV tie-in. Does the Flying Horse still exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SJN9TU653eI/AAAAAAAABHw/nrPh2942j4I/s1600-h/corrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229661363294035426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SJN9TU653eI/AAAAAAAABHw/nrPh2942j4I/s320/corrie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-2961490584130637125?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2961490584130637125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=2961490584130637125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2961490584130637125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2961490584130637125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/photo-clippage-olympics-special.html' title='Photo clippage: Olympics special'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SJN9RiH1l-I/AAAAAAAABHQ/hmkpYTl6e5E/s72-c/coleman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-6759911863591782493</id><published>2008-07-28T22:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:44:57.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"I only popped out for a bit"</title><content type='html'>It's 50 years since the first Carry On film was released, and amidst all the justified retrospection and ribaldry, the fact that the supposed 'new' Carry On film, Carry On London, *still* hasn't materialised, has been conveniently overlooked. Which, given it's been in pre-production for aeons, has got a wretched premise and boasts an appalling cast, is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carry_On_London#Recent_activity"&gt;probably just as well&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, when the film is finally eked together, the producers will also forget that all the best Carry Ons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) have as many cast as possible share the same name as their character&lt;br /&gt;b) have proper theme tunes (the best two by far being Carry On Doctor and Carry On At Your Convenience - download them both off iTunes now); and&lt;br /&gt;c) always have a scene that begins with characters out of shot having a conversation that sounds saucy ("I just can't seem to get it in" "Relax - give it to me, let me have a go" "Perhaps I should try this way round...") only for the camera to reveal them doing something mundane (completing a jigsaw puzzle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, if it's a new Carry On you're after, why not go back to the most enduring location - a hospital. After all, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carry_On_Again_Nurse"&gt;Carry On Again Nurse&lt;/a&gt; idea still hasn't come to fruition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be far more emblematic of the franchise and far easier to flog around the world. There's also plenty of mileage to be had with topical references to waiting lists ("I've been coming in here once a week to see the nurse about my plastercast, and I still haven't had it off") deep cleans ("Just what this place needs: one more scrubber") and penny-pinching ("Do you think you should make another incision?" "Don't worry: these people are used to cuts").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus there'd be the potential for a publicity-generating cameo from David Tennant, who is accosted by an outpatient - "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I thought you were a doctor" - before casting a brief glance at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that would clinch it, though, would be for it to be set not in the present day but somewhere between roughly 1965 and 1974. Yet done very faithfully, not with endless shots of people self-consciously wearing flares or knowingly driving perfunctory cars and mugging to the camera about LSD. That would be horrendous. No, it would have to be played and filmed very straight; any attempt to parody a parody always fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who should be in it are:&lt;br /&gt;James Corden&lt;br /&gt;David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Jones&lt;br /&gt;Richard Wilson&lt;br /&gt;Claudia Winkleman&lt;br /&gt;Tim Vine&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Quentin&lt;br /&gt;Tess Daly&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Forsyth&lt;br /&gt;Richard Stilgoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly the people who probably would be in it are:&lt;br /&gt;Russell Brand&lt;br /&gt;Peter Kay&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Tate&lt;br /&gt;Alan Carr&lt;br /&gt;Graham Norton&lt;br /&gt;Ronni D'Ancona&lt;br /&gt;Julian Clary&lt;br /&gt;Justin Lee Collins&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Gervais&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a special guest appearance by Barbara Windsor either way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-6759911863591782493?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6759911863591782493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=6759911863591782493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/6759911863591782493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/6759911863591782493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-only-popped-out-for-bit.html' title='&quot;I only popped out for a bit&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-3157885274526579613</id><published>2008-07-27T21:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:12:10.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Howard's weigh-in</title><content type='html'>Is that really the erstwhile younger-one-who's-charged-with-all-the-risky-stuff-on-Tomorrow's-World and guest on one edition of Celebrity Squares in 1994, Howard Stableford, &lt;a href="http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-prize-of-bbc-acorn-computer-goes-to.html"&gt;leaving a comment about Beat The Teacher&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-3157885274526579613?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3157885274526579613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=3157885274526579613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3157885274526579613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3157885274526579613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/howards-weigh-in.html' title='Howard&apos;s weigh-in'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-8618848293428970512</id><published>2008-07-26T23:12:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:23:49.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Macca's back pages: chapter 3</title><content type='html'>More from David Pascoe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit C: Daytime Night-time Suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really think that's all right, that one. It's very pro-woman."&lt;br /&gt;AKA: Macca does feminism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a long ago, McCartney called this "my big favourite of all my contemporary work." It could be he was just relieved to have written it. Shy on inspiration for a song to act as the B-side to forthcoming single Goodnight Tonight, he threw down the gauntlet to his Wings bandmates. Whoever produced something workable by Monday morning, would see the song recorded and issued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History has failed to record what Mrs. McCartney, Messrs Laine, Juber and Holly came up with, but by Monday all bets were off. McCartney had written this tribute to women. But is his high opinion of the song justified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bears all the hallmarks of a song that has flown through its author once he has stopped pushing for a song to come. Lyrically it comes as close to pure poetry as McCartney has ever managed. I hope this song made it into Blackbird Singing, if only for beautifully prescient couplets such as: “What does she get for all the love she gave you?/There on the ladder of regret/Daytime night-time suffering/Is all...she gets”; and “Where are the prizes for the games she entered?/With little chance of much success/Daytime night-time suffering/Is all...she gets".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things nearly get derailed by a clichéd middle eight concerning rivers and streams that segues into the classic McCartney vocal fill "do-do-dee-do-dee-do-dum-dum-dum", but in the end he carries it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why should we be interested in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the man himself likes it and it's only a B-side. Are we missing a classic track? Well not quite classic, but it's certainly very good and a cut above most of the stuff McCartney was writing in the late 70s. It was more deserving of its place on Wingspan - Hits and History than bloody Bip Bop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FURTHER LISTENING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Lewisohn says it should have been a double A-side and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EhU-z_QrH4"&gt;who are we to argue&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-8618848293428970512?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8618848293428970512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=8618848293428970512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8618848293428970512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8618848293428970512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/maccas-back-pages-chapter-3.html' title='Macca&apos;s back pages: chapter 3'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-5990250032140325049</id><published>2008-07-24T20:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:22:50.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an error</title><content type='html'>For anyone still signed up to the Creamguide Yahoo Group mailing list, you'll just have received the last ever Digi-Cream Times weekly mailout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will continue, hopefully, while there'll be original bits of video turning up on the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/DigiCreamTimes"&gt;Digi-Cream Times YouTube page&lt;/a&gt; from time to time, which will also be plugged here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those weekly Yahoo dispatches from a pretend office in a pretend building called TV Cream Towers are no more. You can see a Creamguide editor signing off, and hear the sound of a nation shrugging, by playing the video currently on the &lt;a href="http://tv.cream.org/"&gt;TV Cream homepage&lt;/a&gt;, or by clicking on these &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNSVDGa4Qck"&gt;three underlined words&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who read it and sent in stuff during the last eight years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-5990250032140325049?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5990250032140325049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=5990250032140325049&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5990250032140325049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5990250032140325049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/end-of-error.html' title='End of an error'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-5969997340086501884</id><published>2008-07-21T22:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:42:49.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pwime Minister, pwease..."</title><content type='html'>Yesterday saw the last ever edition of The Sunday Programme on ITV, and with it the end of political shows on the entire channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is no great surprise. It's been a long time coming. Shoving The Sunday Programme to 6am a few years back was hardly a sign the station saw a rosy future for that sort of output. Or indeed any kind of future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless an era that began decades ago with Weekend World - the first TV show to think that thunderously self-important po-faced analysis of politics would go down a treat at Sunday lunchtime, the first TV show of its kind to keep on getting recommissioned despite less than 34 people watching, and most importantly, the first TV show to get the axe once Greg Dyke took control of LWT - is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip hooray and all that. Politics has no place on telly on Sundays. It never has. But yesterday's swansong is kind of more significant for what it says about the ongoing decline of ITV, where repeated failures and flops have now become so commonplace they barely get a sniff of publicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of the station's red letter days have &lt;a href="http://www.offthetelly.co.uk/features/itv/tendays.htm"&gt;already been documented&lt;/a&gt;. Does yesterday merit adding to the list? If not, how about the revival (and complete tanking) of News At Ten - again? Or the day ITV got fined £5.68m? Or when it ditched all children's programmes? Or when its share price fell to the lowest ever? Or just every single day since, say, 1998, all rolled into one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-5969997340086501884?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5969997340086501884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=5969997340086501884&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5969997340086501884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5969997340086501884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/pwime-minister-pwease.html' title='&quot;Pwime Minister, pwease...&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-8652504072470378025</id><published>2008-07-18T22:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:58:16.334Z</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Cowgill RIP</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2008/jul/18/television"&gt;not proving a good year&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2008/jun/02/itv.television1"&gt;legendary TV executives&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SIGpH4_XdFI/AAAAAAAABHI/xUXH9uRIQt8/s1600-h/cowgill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224642995748828242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SIGpH4_XdFI/AAAAAAAABHI/xUXH9uRIQt8/s320/cowgill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-8652504072470378025?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8652504072470378025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=8652504072470378025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8652504072470378025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8652504072470378025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/bryan-cowgill-rip.html' title='Bryan Cowgill RIP'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SIGpH4_XdFI/AAAAAAAABHI/xUXH9uRIQt8/s72-c/cowgill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-1581579680623619190</id><published>2008-07-17T17:53:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:58:17.358Z</updated><title type='text'>Photo clippage: OnDigital special</title><content type='html'>Now here's a subject fit for blog treatment. Yes, it's 10 years to the month since the press launch of OnDigital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a dream team of soap-ettes to mark the occasion: Lisa Riley, Holly Newman, Steven Arnold, Michelle Collins and Adele Silva, plus requisite over-sized cut-out lettering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SH95ZRjz0BI/AAAAAAAABGo/UtvPl-7ZVig/s1600-h/ond1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224027567890354194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SH95ZRjz0BI/AAAAAAAABGo/UtvPl-7ZVig/s320/ond1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here they all are again, holding a television aerial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SH96Xjfes2I/AAAAAAAABGw/KCbYdrJkxf4/s1600-h/ond2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224028637855920994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SH96Xjfes2I/AAAAAAAABGw/KCbYdrJkxf4/s320/ond2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting over at Crystal Palace, a few months later, it's Ulkira Jonsson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SH96_Evf7rI/AAAAAAAABG4/ZWorAQvsea4/s1600-h/ond3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224029316796378802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SH96_Evf7rI/AAAAAAAABG4/ZWorAQvsea4/s320/ond3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...while Jim Rosenthal and Robbie Earle prepare to host coverage of the UEFA Champions League Group D match between Lazio and Chelsea, complete with make-up bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SH978OF7pyI/AAAAAAAABHA/_qJcR2F1xMY/s1600-h/ond4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224030367278409506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SH978OF7pyI/AAAAAAAABHA/_qJcR2F1xMY/s320/ond4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-1581579680623619190?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1581579680623619190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=1581579680623619190&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1581579680623619190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1581579680623619190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/photo-clippage-ondigital-special.html' title='Photo clippage: OnDigital special'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SH95ZRjz0BI/AAAAAAAABGo/UtvPl-7ZVig/s72-c/ond1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-2243854199166598501</id><published>2008-07-14T20:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:55:37.002+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Selected in advance for their knowledge of popular music</title><content type='html'>Here's a shamelessly predictable thing - but then, when has this blog been anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tupperware sandwich box of leftover Simon Mayo Golden Year Points to whoever can identify the songs (and the artist/s) which namecheck the following programme titles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Blue Peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Dallas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Man About The House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) The Generation Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Jeux Sans Frontiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) The Archers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Top Of The Pops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) The Seven O'clock News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-2243854199166598501?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2243854199166598501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=2243854199166598501&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2243854199166598501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2243854199166598501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/selected-in-advance-for-their-knowledge.html' title='Selected in advance for their knowledge of popular music'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-1226728836530478058</id><published>2008-07-13T09:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:46:03.044+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Macca's back pages: chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit B: Little Woman Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA: Macca does sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays there isn't a hair out of place on that dyed barnet and McCartney hasn't neglected a razor for decades.  It's all a far cry from the period 1969-72 where he hit the drugs and drink (as evidenced by Every Night and Monkberry Moon Delight), grew a monster beard, mooched around on his Scottish farm and screwed Linda endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring Maybe I'm Amazed or My Love, the dominant themes of McCartney's early 70s work concern evenings in, getting wasted and laid.  Tracks such as Eat at Home, Long Haired Lady, Monkberry Moon Delight, Too Many People and Smile Away made Ram into McCartney's sex, drugs and rock'n'roll album.  The message given by this album was that McCartney was out of the superstar race, enjoying the company of his wife and children and would be making whatever music he damned well felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Eat at Home is full of lascivious intent, it has the feel of a rather nervy encounter, the slightly orgasmic Buddy Hollyesque "Oh-oh-oh-ohs" making the McCartneys sound like gawky teenagers enjoying a first fumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revisiting this territory in the present song when recording a B-side for the execrable Mary Had a Little Lamb, McCartney got it just right.  Essentially a simple honky-tonk blues song, the callow tone of the previous year has been replaced with a deeper, warmer sound.  The coy invitation of Eat at Home is now an everyday occurrence for the McCartneys. Presumably the lack of central heating on the farm accounted for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the opening exhortations, "I got a little woman I can really love/My woman fit me like a little glove" we descend into a chorus made up simply of “Oh yeah/oh yeah/oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ho”.  The McCartneys never sounded more as one than they did in this simple little song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why should we be interested in it?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lack of artifice here which stretches through most of McCartney's early solo work and reaches it apex in this song.  Essentially McCartney was living his earlier demand of Why Don't We Do It In the Road? Most sex songs seem to take place in an alternative universe of fine wines, luxurious hotel suites (or 'cribs') and seem as far removed from everyday sex experiences as a road sweeper is from a rocket scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here (and in Eat at Home) that divide comes down.  They copulate where we copulate and it means the same to them as it does to us. "You know I feel alright/My little woman mine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band on the Run changed this.  Once he became a global superstar again, McCartney smartened up, recorded in Lagos, Nashville, the Virgin Islands etc and never wrote quite so earthily again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FURTHER LISTENING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTKwulGyj9Q"&gt;Fucking in a home&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRsUkD6uXOA"&gt;heart of the country&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by David Pascoe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-1226728836530478058?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1226728836530478058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=1226728836530478058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1226728836530478058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1226728836530478058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/maccas-back-pages-chapter-2.html' title='Macca&apos;s back pages: chapter 2'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-869126237281503754</id><published>2008-07-11T22:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:18:55.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Have you got everything?" "Yes"</title><content type='html'>Here's a fine curtain-raiser to the weekend: the best piss-take of Right To Reply there's surely ever been, right down to the inane bleating of the Kindly Producer Person to the skew-mouthed mithering of the Thunderously Normal Person Speaking In Front Of A Camera For The First Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IeEXfrhqQ9E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IeEXfrhqQ9E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-869126237281503754?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/869126237281503754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=869126237281503754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/869126237281503754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/869126237281503754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-you-got-everything-yes.html' title='&quot;Have you got everything?&quot; &quot;Yes&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-8644476768334098897</id><published>2008-07-08T12:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:21:24.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on Wogan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2008/jul/04/channel4.television"&gt;This seems to be&lt;/a&gt; something of a mismatch. It's a format that anybody could present, and has no obvious schtick with which Wogan can interact and about which he can moan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately there are, naturally, alternative formats in which Terry would fit just, if not more, snugly. Such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terry's All Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A family-based general knowledge game show with three teams competing to see who will progress furthest along Wogan's Yellow Brick Road to win the chance to pull back Terry's Curtain and discover what lies at the heart of Oz. "It's a wizard of a prize," cracks Tel.&lt;br /&gt;Join your genial host as he struggles to keep order amongst his host of helpers, including the 'Pickled Witch of the West' (Fran Godfrey), the 'Bin Man' (Boggy) and the 'Cowardly Scion' (Deadly).&lt;br /&gt;Expect laughs a-plenty as Wogan finds the business of leading contestants along his road somewhat tiring ("Heavens, I could do with a bathchair - has anyone seen Jimmy Young?"), never mind the attentions of a computer-generated Toto ("Begone, foullest mutt!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Press-Tel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Join Wogan as he invites you on a journey through his back pages.&lt;br /&gt;Our man has been busy wading through his own personal archive of newspaper cuttings and publicity stills, ready to challenge contestants to "Tel all" (sic) about a number of episodes from his hectic, showbiz life.&lt;br /&gt;Bonus points will be available for supplementary questions. "I interviewed Madonna in 1989 - but can anybody tell me, what's the Material Girl's surname?" Surprise guests will also be dropping by to share warm anecdotes about Terry's illustrious career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wogan's Roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Yee-haw - it's a bonanza of a quiz show!"&lt;br /&gt;Join Terry on his wild west ranch for a hoe-downright hootin' and hollerin' good time. Contestants must answer questions in order to bag enough time to ride Boggy's Bronco and stand a chance of winning a star prize.&lt;br /&gt;But watch out! Deadly Doc Holliday is on the loose, desperate to "cheat them rascals out of what's rightfully mine - darn it!" Altogether now: Wogan's roll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-8644476768334098897?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8644476768334098897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=8644476768334098897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8644476768334098897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8644476768334098897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-on-wogan.html' title='What&apos;s on Wogan'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-2035034496694059576</id><published>2008-07-05T13:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:58:18.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Photo clippage #39</title><content type='html'>Haven't had one of these for a while. Any ideas as to what the occasion is here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SG9n-dsRAqI/AAAAAAAABGg/GE4Wi8uQ-B4/s1600-h/lwtsteps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219504815965536930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SG9n-dsRAqI/AAAAAAAABGg/GE4Wi8uQ-B4/s320/lwtsteps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-2035034496694059576?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2035034496694059576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=2035034496694059576&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2035034496694059576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2035034496694059576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/photo-clippage-39.html' title='Photo clippage #39'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SG9n-dsRAqI/AAAAAAAABGg/GE4Wi8uQ-B4/s72-c/lwtsteps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-4887504679841539804</id><published>2008-07-04T11:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:58:18.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Charles Wheeler RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7489591.stm"&gt;This is really very upsetting&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SG37Yf50h9I/AAAAAAAABGY/nMNVlpDUVGg/s1600-h/charleswheeler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219103941491722194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SG37Yf50h9I/AAAAAAAABGY/nMNVlpDUVGg/s320/charleswheeler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-4887504679841539804?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4887504679841539804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=4887504679841539804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4887504679841539804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4887504679841539804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/charles-wheeler-rip.html' title='Charles Wheeler RIP'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SG37Yf50h9I/AAAAAAAABGY/nMNVlpDUVGg/s72-c/charleswheeler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-5345781377201571519</id><published>2008-07-02T21:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:21:09.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Macca's back pages: chapter 1</title><content type='html'>Many thanks to David Pascoe, who's put virtual pen to paper and come up with a definitive guide to Paul McCartney curiosities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTRODUCTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What I'm finding out about all that stuff, all my own contemporary B-sides and strange tracks, is that it takes time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul McCartney's solo career has been discussed at length within the TV Cream empire. &lt;a href="http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/getting-paul-mccartney-right.html"&gt;Getting Paul McCartney Right&lt;/a&gt; is probably the definitive document on his solo work, but as the man said to Mark Lewisohn there are still gaps in how his work is perceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an easy thing for Macca fans to deal with, mainly because they are often coming up against a widespread belief that McCartney's solo work(and I include Wings in the definition of 'solo') is a load of toss.  When faced with Mull of Kintyre or We All Stand Together, this is not hard to dispute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[speak for yourself - IJ]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing for McCartney fans is that the sneers that accompany these exhibits of poor taste often don't acknowledge what McCartney carried over from his 60s London experiences.  This being the interesting stuff, the strange stuff and the tracks that don't quite fit under the headings of 'Raucous Rockers' or 'Gentle Ballads'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find these tracks shoved to the back and sides behind the Silly Love Songs, Jets and Band on the Runs.  In some cases these tracks deserve more attention; in others, well they're interesting failures.  Almost none of them are mentioned when 'Paul McCartney' comes up for discussion.  Almost all of them are worthy of your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHAPTER 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1972: McCartney as a threat to national security and public decency&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A: Give Ireland Back to the Irish&lt;br /&gt;AKA: McCartney goes political.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years before this song was released, McCartney was so desperate to prevent The Beatles making an overt political statement via Lennon's Revolution, that he had to write Hey Jude in order to persuade Lennon to accept B-side status for his call to arms at the flower shop (see you on the barricades, John.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The implication behind this piece of musical horse-trading is that McCartney was too conventional to confront the burning issues of demonstration, riots and opportunistic politics that comprised 1968.  Considering the condemnation that his LSD admissions had sparked a year earlier ("I mean I just tried to be honest, and it's sometimes painful") he couldn't really be blamed for advising caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years later, however, and it was a different story.   Doubtless cut from his script during the filming of Andrew Marr's History of Britain, was the snippet that Bloody Sunday not only swelled support for the IRA and contributed to numerous bomb explosions and scares in Michael Palin's diaries, but also heralded the first explicitly political song from Paul McCartney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wins points straight away for not featuring any Celtic instrumentation or winsome piano/acoustic guitar.  Instead, we're straight into an atmospheric heavy rocker with guitars squealing over McCartney's calls for Ireland to be given its own choice in determining its future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrically, he hasn't quite got the hang of this protest song lark at the beginning. "Great Britain/You are tremendous/and nobody knows like me" carries as much bite as a lyric written by John Le Mesurier.  But once he finds his range, the song becomes more questioning of its listener.  Not in a "Here's who to blame" manner, a la Lennon's fabulously funky Sunday, Bloody Sunday, but in a "What if it was us" way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere is this more explicit than in the lines about "A man who looks like me."  Languishing in prison, McCartney puts a very simple but powerful case to us: "Should he lie down?/Do nothing/Should he give in?/Or go mad".  The pounding drums and keyboard chords under each question add to the sense of hard choices having to be made.  Shockingly direct for Macca (it would be seen as inciting terrorism now) and all the more admirable given the rarity with which McCartney would tackle political subjects in years to come (and no, the pro vegetarian stance of Cook of the House doesn't count.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's that chorus: "Give Ireland back to the Irish/Don't make them have to take it away/Give Ireland back to the Irish/Make Ireland Irish today."  Pisses all over Come Together for effectiveness as a sloganeering chant.  You'll be singing it yourself by the second chorus, though I doubt it sees much action on the stereo at Stormont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why should we be interested in it?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those rare McCartney songs that tells us how he genuinely feels.  So many of his songs are either told from a character's viewpoint or with a broad stroke, leaving the inner feelings of the man inaccessible.  Bloody Sunday demanded a 'real' response from whoever wrote about it and McCartney delivers a considered but heartfelt judgement on a process that was going badly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it was years before any good was to come of all this.  The Troubles rumbled on for another two decades, Give Ireland Back to the Irish was hit by an airplay ban, Wings guitarist, Henry McCullough's brother was beaten up in Northern Ireland and McCartney responded to the airplay ban by making Mary Had a Little Lamb.  They were dark days indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FURTHER LISTENING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kaO4XeHhwo8"&gt;"And he dreams of God and country"&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLZhNs7M1oE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposition's take on the matter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-5345781377201571519?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5345781377201571519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=5345781377201571519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5345781377201571519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5345781377201571519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/maccas-back-pages-chapter-1.html' title='Macca&apos;s back pages: chapter 1'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-8748180004199820111</id><published>2008-06-28T18:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:18:43.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're one step closer to that BBC Acorn computer"</title><content type='html'>The official BBC Beat The Teacher quiz book, published in 1985, contains some uncomfortably difficult questions. Were these really the type of thing fired by Howard Stableford at wide-eyed kids from the likes of Brickhill Middle School, Bedford and Monk's Walk School, Welwyn Garden City (the eventual champions)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) What is the maximum number of similar-sized circular coins, placed flat on a table, that can touch the edge of one other coin of the same size?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) What is the weight of tuppenny rice and treacle in ounces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Four horses run a race. Bright Star came two places behind All At Sea. Give Us A Kiss was in the first three, and Pottipop wasn't. Who won?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) What could 'HIJKLMNO' stand for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last one in particular is ludicrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, nine times out of ten (well, seven at least) the kids faced with such riddles would fire back the responses with face-punching ease. Sometimes the teachers would upstage the lot (and Stableford, or his decreasingly convincing successors) with a look that screamed of staff-room-superiority the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if the series was back on today, with - say - Adrian Chiles presenting (though in reality it'd be someone like Dermot O'Leary) it's hard to believe this level of questioning would be present. Ditto the show's creator and question-setter Clive Doig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What year did decimalisation take place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would become something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the four-letter name beginning with E for the currency used in, among others, France, Germany, Belgium, the Netherlands, Italy, Luxembourg, the Republic of Ireland and Italy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they'd still get it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Answers to the four questions above will follow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-8748180004199820111?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8748180004199820111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=8748180004199820111&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8748180004199820111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8748180004199820111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-prize-of-bbc-acorn-computer-goes-to.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re one step closer to that BBC Acorn computer&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-1371567969923503350</id><published>2008-06-27T12:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:24:45.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cost: under a pound, you know"</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of Chris Hughes, Jill Phythian and Jon Peake (who, in an alternative universe, would be the current Blue Peter team), here's an itemised, bullet-pointed analysis of two light popular classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. BANGOR, DAY TRIP TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Had a lovely time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cost: under a pound, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Walked along the seafront&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Heard a brass band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elsie and me had a cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Took a pedalo boat out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jack (cuddled with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Opened a bottle of cider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sang a few of our favourite songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ate chocolate ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ferris wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elsie felt sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Said goodbye to the seaside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cash on demand (wouldn't it be grand to have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. TO DO: SWINGER (OLDEST IN TOWN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Score with chick (in disco bar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Car (hairy little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to school with her ma and pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Scared to look at mirror in light of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wrangler's (scared to zip up, belly in way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Barber takes a little less time each week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Offered seat when walk into a disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Prefer pint of mild to Bacardi and Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lights (too bright); Smoke (too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stroke (fear of having)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Like disco king meets Yogi Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vick (rub on where used to rub Brut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Latest punk fashion is wedding suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sex appeal (have to go shopping for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ultra-violet light (dentures glow in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Takes all night to do what you use to do all night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-1371567969923503350?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1371567969923503350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=1371567969923503350&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1371567969923503350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1371567969923503350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/cost-under-pound-you-know.html' title='&quot;Cost: under a pound, you know&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-5728095353693775986</id><published>2008-06-25T11:39:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:58:18.932Z</updated><title type='text'>"I was promised Sue MacGregor; who are you?"</title><content type='html'>Here's a brilliant clip from an edition of the Today programme in 2001, wherein John Humphrys receives &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kiVIVY99WlU"&gt;a telephone call from an inhabitant of the planet Skaro&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's followed by an appallingly po-faced discussion about the future of Dr Who, wherein somebody called Michael Hanlon expresses his view that to ever bring the show back to television would be "an abomination" and that "it wouldn't stand a chance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kiVIVY99WlU"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215840508062974738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SGJjTrAvwxI/AAAAAAAABEo/td9eYHltaV8/s320/humphrys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kiVIVY99WlU"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-5728095353693775986?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5728095353693775986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=5728095353693775986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5728095353693775986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5728095353693775986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-was-promised-sue-macgregor-who-are.html' title='&quot;I was promised Sue MacGregor; who are you?&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SGJjTrAvwxI/AAAAAAAABEo/td9eYHltaV8/s72-c/humphrys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-651929565431787154</id><published>2008-06-23T17:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:58:19.240Z</updated><title type='text'>"The same thing happened to poor old Reggie Maudling"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Anthony Howard is one of those people who has already lived forever. He's impossibly permanent. Every time there's yet another political scandal, a shock resignation, a change of Prime Minister, he's there. On the TV, on the radio, everywhere, as reassuring as the sound of a whistling kettle or an aspirin fizzing in a glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, of course, the same thing happened to poor old Reggie Maudling..." "I think the closest example I can think of was George Brown's attack on Harold Wilson in the spring of 1968..." "We haven't witnessed this kind of seismic shift in fortunes since the days of 'Orpington Man'..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still as insightful and essential as ever, half a century since he began his trade. And to mark the anniversary, he's doing a series of short talks on Radio 4 called &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/fiftyyearsmasthead/"&gt;Fifty Years Before The Masthead&lt;/a&gt;. They're wonderfully no-holds-barred yarns, with our man even daring to include mention of - shudder - a close encounter with Michael Parkinson when the latter was busy cultivating a lifetime's supply of mean-spirited moaning while working as "a proper journalist".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope he's around for a good few more "worst week ever for the Prime Minister - since the last one!" yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SF_SUxqBjOI/AAAAAAAABEI/gZY6FXDXOAQ/s1600-h/anthonyhoward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215118147887140066" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SF_SUxqBjOI/AAAAAAAABEI/gZY6FXDXOAQ/s320/anthonyhoward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-651929565431787154?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/651929565431787154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=651929565431787154&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/651929565431787154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/651929565431787154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/same-thing-happened-to-poor-old-reggie.html' title='&quot;The same thing happened to poor old Reggie Maudling&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SF_SUxqBjOI/AAAAAAAABEI/gZY6FXDXOAQ/s72-c/anthonyhoward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-8688614172244465211</id><published>2008-06-22T21:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:58:19.423Z</updated><title type='text'>"A couple of tunes by a couple of prongs"</title><content type='html'>A plug for &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/adamjoeofficialalbum"&gt;an album by Adam and Joe&lt;/a&gt;, which is available on iTunes from Monday. It's a collection of their ace 'Song Wars' efforts, wherein each comes up with a self-penned, self-performed ode to an emphatically ordinary subject, then plays them to listeners of their &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/6music/shows/adamandjoe/"&gt;6 Music show&lt;/a&gt; for evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope the sequel-touting title doesn't follow the precedent set by Listen Without Prejudice Volume 1. Similar sales figures wouldn't be that bad, mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Masterpieces of DIY tunesmithery" - TV Cream, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SF6xSZ4AFAI/AAAAAAAABEA/nq5XfrbzE5I/s1600-h/adamandjoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214800348283147266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SF6xSZ4AFAI/AAAAAAAABEA/nq5XfrbzE5I/s320/adamandjoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-8688614172244465211?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8688614172244465211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=8688614172244465211&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8688614172244465211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8688614172244465211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/couple-of-tunes-by-couple-of-prongs.html' title='&quot;A couple of tunes by a couple of prongs&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SF6xSZ4AFAI/AAAAAAAABEA/nq5XfrbzE5I/s72-c/adamandjoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-7556001320128682533</id><published>2008-06-21T11:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:49:38.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is the story of how I died - but not really!"</title><content type='html'>Ahead of the nation's largest simultaneous ejaculation, when Billie Piper returns to Dr Who tonight, the TV Cream Matrix Databank has been busy calculating where Rose's long-inevitable ingress ranks in terms of all-time TV and radio re-appearances. And the results are in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Harold Bishop returns to Neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;2) Angela Rippon joins the ITN News Channel to update viewers on the war in Iraq, but only during working hours because there's no news after 6.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;3) Michael Grade goes back to save the BBC after Greg Dyke was chased out of Broadcasting House by Lord Hutton and Geoff Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;4) The return of Sherlock Holmes in Granada TV's The Return Of Sherlock Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;5) Alan Freeman returns to present Pick Of The Pops on Radio 1.&lt;br /&gt;6) Alan Freeman returns to present Pick Of The Pops on Radio 2.&lt;br /&gt;7) The swingometer returns to the BBC's general election coverage.&lt;br /&gt;8) Bob Monkhouse returns to Celebrity Squares ("Hello celebrities!")&lt;br /&gt;9) Mark Kermode returns to Mark Radcliffe's graveyard shift on Radio 1 after two weeks' absence due to injuring his back in a minor road accident.&lt;br /&gt;10) The chimes of Big Ben return to the Six O'clock News on Radio 4 after having their once-in-20-years polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear! It seems there's no room for a warm hand on Rose's entrance* in the top 10 all-time TV returns. And sadly the TV Cream Dr Who Matrix Databank cannot calculate any list-based trivia beyond 258 places (or the number of times Russell T Davies has dropped an incongruous popular culture reference into one his scripts), so it's not clear whether Billie Piper appears in the chart &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;. Ah well. Happy wanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A premature taster for all the fanboys counting down until this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-7556001320128682533?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7556001320128682533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=7556001320128682533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/7556001320128682533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/7556001320128682533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-story-of-how-i-died-but-not.html' title='&quot;This is the story of how I died - but not really!&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-8377759246733283615</id><published>2008-06-19T15:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:44:28.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's very simply really, you just...KABOOOOM!"</title><content type='html'>Surely the most stirring title sequence ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RBSbCsha35Q&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-8377759246733283615?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8377759246733283615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=8377759246733283615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8377759246733283615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8377759246733283615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-very-simply-really-you-justkaboooom.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s very simply really, you just...KABOOOOM!&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-3762068410389586406</id><published>2008-06-16T22:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:30:10.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"...But was it ever like this?"</title><content type='html'>That holy trinity of pop anecdotage, Paul Gambaccini, Tim Rice and Jonathan Rice, have this to say about 1986 in their book Guinness Hits Of The 1980s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Any objective observer would have to concede that 1986 was not one of the best years of the decade for popular music."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evidence, for them, is that "none of its hit singles, not even the year's number one by the Communards, 'Don't Leave Me This Way', figured in the top 20 best-sellers of the decade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Typical. It's all a matter of numbers and statistics for those three. Might it actually be the case that 1986 was...the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; year from the 1980s for pop singles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Kiss', 'Ask', 'Levi Stubbs' Tears', 'You Can Call Me Al', 'E=MC2', 'Think For A Minute', 'Fall On Me', 'Suburbia', 'Cut Me Down', 'Live To Tell', 'World Shut Your Mouth', 'Digging Your Scene', 'Manic Monday', 'Venus', 'Have You Ever Had It Blue?', 'Absolute Beginners' and the best number one of the year, 'The Sun Always Shines On TV' - just some of the ace songs dismissed out of hand by the grumbling trio. They go on to claim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"One good measure of the weakness of the singles market was that none of the records that became number one in 1986 stayed there for more than four weeks." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, quite. Anyway, in the words of Ian MacDonald, let those with ears, let them hear. Or in the words of Macca in his not-a-smash-hit from 1986, 'Press': Oklahoma was never like this - but was it ever like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-3762068410389586406?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3762068410389586406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=3762068410389586406&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3762068410389586406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3762068410389586406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/but-was-it-ever-like-this.html' title='&quot;...But was it ever like this?&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-6458275074664735093</id><published>2008-06-15T12:58:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:58:20.134Z</updated><title type='text'>"Switch Off Something...right now!"</title><content type='html'>It's pretty clear we're heading into another period of belt-tightening, sock-pulling, sleeve-rolling, penny-counting austerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already the news bulletins are full of talk of "prices" in a way not seen since what can casually be referred to as The Entire 1970s. Shirley Williams's "three-shilling loaf" has given way to Harriet Harman's thirty-shilling French stick. Shortages are going to become the norm. Fights will return to corner shops over ownership of the last banana in the parish. And the cost of operating a three-bar fire will soon reach the equivalent of that legendary benchmark of exaggeration, a trip to Timbuktu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence it's high time to revive this memorable initiative:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qhos14Ezo-E&amp;amp;hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there's not a moment to lose, publicity materials have already been designed, featuring the three "faces" of the campaign: Adrian Chiles (to show it's OK for blokes to be concerned about saving the planet), Carol Vorderman (to reassure the Countdown generation) and Rolf Harris (because official Parliamentary statutes declare he has to be involved in any state of national emergency).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out for these appearing on giant billboards near you soon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SFUEM5_yl8I/AAAAAAAABDo/AkEkntCVYSw/s1600-h/switch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212076763524536258" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SFUEN9KjazI/AAAAAAAABD4/cUFMENQ34wM/s320/switch3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-6458275074664735093?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6458275074664735093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=6458275074664735093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/6458275074664735093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/6458275074664735093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/switch-off-somethingnow.html' title='&quot;Switch Off Something...right now!&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SFUEM5_yl8I/AAAAAAAABDo/AkEkntCVYSw/s72-c/switch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-551102626770019376</id><published>2008-06-14T13:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:56:03.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yellow, red, black or white"</title><content type='html'>This week's Digi-Cream Times &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/DigiCreamTimes"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;, featuring Mary Whitehouse (again), someone doing that hands-across-the-knees 1920s dancing, Esther Rantzen in a barrow and lots of girls, girls, girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Si8A-98jja8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Si8A-98jja8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-551102626770019376?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/551102626770019376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=551102626770019376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/551102626770019376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/551102626770019376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/yellow-red-black-or-white.html' title='&quot;Yellow, red, black or white&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-5980981682794824160</id><published>2008-06-12T21:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:25:53.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"What are you worried about?" "Prices, mainly"</title><content type='html'>Next Tuesday at 8pm on BBC4 there's a repeat of Michael Cockerell's documentary on Margaret Thatcher's rise to power, and if you missed it first time round it really is well worth tuning in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of archive clippage is extraordinary; testament, presumably, to Mike's success at being around For A Very Long Time and making sure everything he did and everywhere he went was on film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fantastic bit right at the very start where footage of our man standing in front of Olympic Studios in 1979 (to witness the recording of the official Tory election song, a bizarre music hall burlesque knees-up) fades into him standing in precisely the same spot today. Somehow he's got a clip of Maggie rehearsing a party political broadcast, again from 1979 ("Enough *is* enough...*enough* is enough...*enough* is *enough"). There's Thatcher looking exhausted and going to pieces at a press conference in the mid-70s while on a foreign junket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's stuff from her very first recorded interview, from programmes to which she contributed in the 60s and early 70s, her turn on Val Meets The VIPs, the spooky interview she did just before becoming leader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of things, basically, spliced together with tons of other contemporary archivery including - yes! - that shot from during the three-day week of old women going round a supermarket with a lighted candle tied to their trolleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the subject, it's a thoroughly entertaining cycle down austerity alley. It's great that Cockerell is still in work. Really there ought to be The Michael Cockerell Hour on BBC2 every single week. He must certainly have enough historical footage stored away for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-5980981682794824160?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5980981682794824160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=5980981682794824160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5980981682794824160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5980981682794824160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-are-you-worried-about-prices.html' title='&quot;What are you worried about?&quot; &quot;Prices, mainly&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-1320189389390830938</id><published>2008-06-08T19:35:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:53:02.642+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stephen!" "Yes?" "I'm in trouble!" "Just coming!"</title><content type='html'>There's already a thread about this on NotBBC, but it's just too good a subject to pass over by way of a lazy-blog-filling end-of-the-weekend tonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago on their 6 Music show*, Adam and Joe asked listeners to send in memories of, and examples from, juvenilia. Sadly the chance to hear the duo's audio adaptation of the short-lived comic STEPHEN! is no longer available online, but it's already prompted somebody to go to the trouble of &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/6music/shows/adamandjoe/galleries/3378/10/#gallery3378"&gt;re-imagining the cover&lt;/a&gt;, plus animate a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcIsRM5aHn8"&gt;version for YouTube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you heard this particular show live, or via the podcast, you'll know it was one of the funniest things ever. In fact, the whole subject of demented childhood literary and pictoral creations could easily run and run. Which is precisely what the pair have done, turning it into a regular feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if ever you're walking down the street and hear the cry go up, "STEPHEN!", you'll know salvation is but a politely restrained response away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The best programme on the radio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-1320189389390830938?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1320189389390830938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=1320189389390830938&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1320189389390830938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1320189389390830938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/stephen-yes-im-in-trouble-just-coming.html' title='&quot;Stephen!&quot; &quot;Yes?&quot; &quot;I&apos;m in trouble!&quot; &quot;Just coming!&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-3241390349594138877</id><published>2008-06-06T18:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:35:58.054+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"She was only a grocer's daughter"</title><content type='html'>This week's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/DigiCreamTimes"&gt;Digi-Cream Times&lt;/a&gt;, replete with Timmy Mallett, the theme from Holiday '80, and SATIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Y1MzyB3tC0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Y1MzyB3tC0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-3241390349594138877?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3241390349594138877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=3241390349594138877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3241390349594138877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3241390349594138877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/she-was-only-grocers-daughter.html' title='&quot;She was only a grocer&apos;s daughter&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-2479500427716376320</id><published>2008-06-05T11:32:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:52:31.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"I knew it was an offer you couldn't refuse"</title><content type='html'>It's always fun seeing dramatisations of life at the BBC, and last week's Mary Whitehouse knockabout was no exception. But they're all too rare, and there's a ton of stuff that could be given the same treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's an idea for anybody - though preferably Roly Keating at BBC2 - to commission: a drama serial along the lines of Our Friends In The North, telling the history of the Beeb from the end of the Second World War up to, say, 1987 when John Birt arrived and the DG was sacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each episode would focus on one particular year, like 1955 when ITV started or 1978 when Christmas almost got cancelled because of strikes. The same actors would play the same characters throughout the series (again, like Our Friends).  Other people would come and go  through the decades. There'd be appearances from then-contemporary politicians and celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would, it could, be marvellous. The key, though, would be the casting. For starters, how about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALASDAIR MILNE: David Tennant&lt;br /&gt;BILL COTTON: Warren Clarke&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL GRADE: David Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;DAVID FROST: Michael Sheen&lt;br /&gt;ESTHER RANTZEN: Caroline Quentin&lt;br /&gt;FRANK BOUGH: Anthony Head&lt;br /&gt;TERRY WOGAN: Peter Serafinowicz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-2479500427716376320?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2479500427716376320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=2479500427716376320&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2479500427716376320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2479500427716376320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-knew-it-was-offer-you-couldnt-refuse.html' title='&quot;I knew it was an offer you couldn&apos;t refuse&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-8331495518382903574</id><published>2008-06-03T16:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:53:13.689+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"We all rushed to the canteen during Ultravox"</title><content type='html'>Here's a fantastic clip from the fantastic RDA, a show that deserved so much more of everything (acclaim, audience, recommissions...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's John introducing a tribute to studio 2 at Television Centre, followed by the best way to end a series ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qH_LQ7fF6Q&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-8331495518382903574?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8331495518382903574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=8331495518382903574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8331495518382903574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8331495518382903574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-all-rushed-to-canteen-during.html' title='&quot;We all rushed to the canteen during Ultravox&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-5065545464711128620</id><published>2008-06-02T13:10:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:58:20.495Z</updated><title type='text'>"Now I wanna hear just the men, c'mon fellas!"</title><content type='html'>I know this isn't strictly to do with normal TV Cream matters, but this blog has been flying the flag for Macca almost from day one, so regular readers won't be entirely surprised by what follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to be at Anfield last night along with fellow TV Cream-ite Chris Hughes and 36,000 others to see &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7430581.stm"&gt;Paul McCartney's contribution&lt;/a&gt; to Liverpool's otherwise utterly-ignored and (as far as I can see) justly-maligned year as the European Capital of Culture. And it was the best gig I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere probably wasn't captured in full on the TV highlights, but the air inside the ground was crackling with excitement, awe, wonderment and a dozen other emotional extremes. This was heady stuff indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was on peak form, playing for almost two hours, doing everything from Penny Lane to C Moon to Blackbird to Jet to I Saw Her Standing There. It was captivating. I've never experienced anything like it, and the fact I assuredly never will again just made it all the more overwhelming. To be hearing the person who wrote Let It Be, The Long And Winding Road and Yesterday singing those songs in front of you, songs that the whole world knows, left me about as moved as I've ever been. To be singing along with so many thousands of others in unison, word perfect, was heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And coming 24 hours after one of the best episodes of Dr Who to date, it made for about as good a weekend as you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is all. Back to mundane boring observations about old telly and stuff tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SEPjlkJUjhI/AAAAAAAABCQ/2GtS0RoMFrM/s1600-h/IMG_2544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207255828667862546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SEPjlkJUjhI/AAAAAAAABCQ/2GtS0RoMFrM/s320/IMG_2544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of songs he played (not in the right order, mind):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BEATLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Saw Her Standing There&lt;br /&gt;I'll Follow The Sun&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Drive My Car&lt;br /&gt;Got To Get You Into My Life&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Rigby&lt;br /&gt;Penny Lane&lt;br /&gt;Day In The Life&lt;br /&gt;Lady Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Back In The USSR&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jude ("Now c'mon, just the ladies, let's hear it girls!")&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird&lt;br /&gt;The Long And Winding Road&lt;br /&gt;Let It Be&lt;br /&gt;Something (dedicated to George and played on a ukelele he gave Paul as a present)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;WINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Live And Let Die&lt;br /&gt;My Love (dedicated to Linda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C Moon&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Roll It&lt;br /&gt;Jet&lt;br /&gt;Band On The Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SOLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flaming Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Calico Skies&lt;br /&gt;Dance Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus&lt;br /&gt;A new song about Liverpool I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;Give Peace A Chance&lt;br /&gt;Hippy Hippy Shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-5065545464711128620?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5065545464711128620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=5065545464711128620&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5065545464711128620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5065545464711128620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-i-wanna-hear-just-men-cmon-fellas.html' title='&quot;Now I wanna hear just the men, c&apos;mon fellas!&quot;'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SEPjlkJUjhI/AAAAAAAABCQ/2GtS0RoMFrM/s72-c/IMG_2544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-7488070809642280163</id><published>2008-05-31T17:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:29:15.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 31</title><content type='html'>One final set of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who uttered the last words to be broadcast on:&lt;br /&gt;1) TV-am&lt;br /&gt;2) Thames Television&lt;br /&gt;3) The Big Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;4) Mark Radcliffe's Radio 1 graveyard shift&lt;br /&gt;5) Eldorado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who's joined in this bit of nonsense during the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-7488070809642280163?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7488070809642280163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=7488070809642280163&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/7488070809642280163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/7488070809642280163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-31.html' title='31 Days In May: part 31'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-4135959336746072392</id><published>2008-05-31T14:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:28:48.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 30</title><content type='html'>Which of these is not a song by Paul McCartney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Oo You&lt;br /&gt;b) Bogey Music&lt;br /&gt;c) Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reggae&lt;br /&gt;d) Bip Bop&lt;br /&gt;e) Electricity Man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-4135959336746072392?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4135959336746072392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=4135959336746072392&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4135959336746072392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4135959336746072392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-30.html' title='31 Days In May: part 30'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-6357861914156142367</id><published>2008-05-29T22:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:41:53.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 29</title><content type='html'>Three quick questions today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the first voice to be heard on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a) Radio 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b) Radio 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c) Radio 5 Live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-6357861914156142367?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6357861914156142367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=6357861914156142367&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/6357861914156142367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/6357861914156142367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-29.html' title='31 Days In May: part 29'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-2234357436267715978</id><published>2008-05-28T18:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:19:14.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 28</title><content type='html'>Here's Mary Whitehouse in 1967 talking about her favourite programme. But what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Already there are some programmes serving a very real social purpose. Week after week that popular programme xxxx has brought to us the tragic side of life, but always with humour and drama and with a responsible objective in mind. It shows that the BBC can do it if it wants to."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-2234357436267715978?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2234357436267715978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=2234357436267715978&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2234357436267715978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2234357436267715978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-28.html' title='31 Days In May: part 28'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-8093992865201002129</id><published>2008-05-28T11:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:31:36.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 27</title><content type='html'>What's the odd one out in this list - and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window cleaner&lt;br /&gt;Milliner&lt;br /&gt;Billsticker&lt;br /&gt;Costermonger&lt;br /&gt;Post Office engineer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-8093992865201002129?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8093992865201002129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=8093992865201002129&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8093992865201002129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8093992865201002129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-27.html' title='31 Days In May: part 27'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-8369761876913806565</id><published>2008-05-26T17:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:44:45.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 26</title><content type='html'>One last batch of Radio Times billings to identify, this time from May 1988:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tonight's contest is between Sandbach School from Chesire and All Saints High School from Huddersfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Imported animals are found slaughtered and with the use of a metal detector and surgery, Taylor finds out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) From the casino in xxx, introduced by Gary Davies. Some of the artists in today's programme include Bananarama, Climie Fisher, Taylor Dayne, Was (Not Was) and Donny Osmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Real-life stories about children today, told by children themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) "It's all about you, the Great British public", says Derek Jameson. For the next 13 weeks he'll be joined by reporters Jeni Barnett, Lucy Pilkington and Chris Serle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-8369761876913806565?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8369761876913806565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=8369761876913806565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8369761876913806565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/8369761876913806565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-26.html' title='31 Days In May: part 26'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-1146848824849336874</id><published>2008-05-26T11:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:58:21.027Z</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Whose nose do you suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SDqNYEJUjXI/AAAAAAAABBA/eWCPj7oVEbc/s1600-h/nose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204627763949243762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SDqNYEJUjXI/AAAAAAAABBA/eWCPj7oVEbc/s320/nose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the answer is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SDw5SkJUjgI/AAAAAAAABCI/6-Ls-STRhi8/s1600-h/Noel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205098260436651522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SDw5SkJUjgI/AAAAAAAABCI/6-Ls-STRhi8/s320/Noel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-1146848824849336874?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1146848824849336874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=1146848824849336874&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1146848824849336874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1146848824849336874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-25.html' title='31 Days In May: part 25'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SDqNYEJUjXI/AAAAAAAABBA/eWCPj7oVEbc/s72-c/nose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-6634575929655256546</id><published>2008-05-25T13:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:17:37.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 24</title><content type='html'>Which of these are not episode titles from This Life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Milly Liar&lt;br /&gt;b) You Can't Make An Omelette Without Breaking Egg&lt;br /&gt;c) Apocalypse Wow&lt;br /&gt;d) I Can See Four, Miles&lt;br /&gt;e) One Bedding And A Funeral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-6634575929655256546?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6634575929655256546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=6634575929655256546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/6634575929655256546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/6634575929655256546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-24.html' title='31 Days In May: part 24'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-3265382457612039495</id><published>2008-05-25T11:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T11:19:58.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 23</title><content type='html'>The production team for This Is Your Life used to have a code-name system in operation, to help disguise the identity of forthcoming subjects. Which celebrities were given the following, not entirely unrelated, handles? Each one refers to an aspect of that person's career (a programme, an advert, etc.) or a play on one of their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cube&lt;br /&gt;2) Legend&lt;br /&gt;3) Yeast&lt;br /&gt;4) House&lt;br /&gt;5) Abbot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-3265382457612039495?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3265382457612039495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=3265382457612039495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3265382457612039495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3265382457612039495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-23.html' title='31 Days In May: part 23'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-5240553279814492031</id><published>2008-05-24T14:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T14:07:41.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 22</title><content type='html'>Match up the Eurovision winning song with the correct country:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Diggy-Loo Diggy-Ley&lt;br /&gt;2) Ding-Dinge-Dong&lt;br /&gt;3) A Ba Ni Bi&lt;br /&gt;4) La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;5) Insieme: 1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Italy&lt;br /&gt;b) Spain&lt;br /&gt;c) Sweden&lt;br /&gt;d) Israel&lt;br /&gt;e) Netherlands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-5240553279814492031?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5240553279814492031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=5240553279814492031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5240553279814492031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5240553279814492031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-22.html' title='31 Days In May: part 22'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-3406831997746079373</id><published>2008-05-22T21:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:11:50.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 21</title><content type='html'>More sequel-itis: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was Margaret Thatcher's favourite pop song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-3406831997746079373?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3406831997746079373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=3406831997746079373&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3406831997746079373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3406831997746079373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-21.html' title='31 Days In May: part 21'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-4476477160980779827</id><published>2008-05-21T21:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:53:34.119+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 20</title><content type='html'>Another literary effort today. Who penned these memoirs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Let's Get Through Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) The Harder Path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Jacobs' Ladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) A Clown Too Many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-4476477160980779827?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4476477160980779827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=4476477160980779827&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4476477160980779827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4476477160980779827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-20.html' title='31 Days In May: part 20'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-3179963602664041082</id><published>2008-05-20T16:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:50:05.609+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to crow or anything but...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/pressoffice/pressreleases/stories/2008/05_may/20/who.shtml"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;a href="http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/03/doctorin-format.html"&gt;old news&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-3179963602664041082?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3179963602664041082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=3179963602664041082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3179963602664041082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/3179963602664041082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-to-crow-or-anything-but.html' title='Not to crow or anything but...'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-5348678522512785086</id><published>2008-05-19T22:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:11:13.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 19</title><content type='html'>A theme scene today. Which programmes boasted (or in some cases, still boast) these pieces of music as their signature tune?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) By The Sleepy Lagoon&lt;br /&gt;2) The Good Word&lt;br /&gt;3) An Ordinary Copper&lt;br /&gt;4) Johnny Todd&lt;br /&gt;5) Offside&lt;br /&gt;6) Old Ned&lt;br /&gt;7) Barwick Green&lt;br /&gt;8) With A Song In My Heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-5348678522512785086?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5348678522512785086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=5348678522512785086&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5348678522512785086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5348678522512785086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-19.html' title='31 Days In May: part 19'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-37509018353067118</id><published>2008-05-18T17:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:16:28.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 18</title><content type='html'>More Radio Times billings to identify, this time from March 1989:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Consumer advice, misprints, mishaps and real-life humour drawn from your letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) As a hippie community come to the outback to commune with nature, Geoff finds the city isn't all he remembered, while Chris has to deal with a difficult patient dying of emphysema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) With the aid of international experts and personalities on the satellite link, xxx goes world-wide to test the trends, plunder the programmes, and take a look at what's on everywhere, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "I want some straight answers Sally - I want to know what's going on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Rock for grown-ups, including Brian Wilson, Robert Cray, Malcolm McLaren and Huey Lewis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-37509018353067118?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/37509018353067118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=37509018353067118&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/37509018353067118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/37509018353067118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-18.html' title='31 Days In May: part 18'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-557646580322553012</id><published>2008-05-18T17:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:14:20.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 17</title><content type='html'>Re-arrange this list of artistes into the order they appeared on stage at Live Aid (earliest first):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2&lt;br /&gt;Paul McCartney&lt;br /&gt;Elvis Costello&lt;br /&gt;Queen&lt;br /&gt;Sade&lt;br /&gt;Noel Edmonds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-557646580322553012?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/557646580322553012/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-6644807129844804003</id><published>2008-05-17T20:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:58:21.568Z</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 16</title><content type='html'>Halfway through these now; to everyone who's contributed so far, many thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: what's happening here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SC818_2sp8I/AAAAAAAAA-A/VUWgTqo0m2c/s1600-h/cleese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201435416685488066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SC818_2sp8I/AAAAAAAAA-A/VUWgTqo0m2c/s320/cleese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-6644807129844804003?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6644807129844804003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=6644807129844804003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/6644807129844804003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/6644807129844804003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-16.html' title='31 Days In May: part 16'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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(1976)&lt;br /&gt;d) Lend An Ear (1985)&lt;br /&gt;e) Operation Pipeline (1981)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-2824256544145830844?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2824256544145830844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=2824256544145830844&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2824256544145830844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2824256544145830844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-4767508849082643868?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4767508849082643868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=4767508849082643868&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4767508849082643868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4767508849082643868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-14.html' title='31 Days In May: part 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5786429005182534448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5786429005182534448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-weeks-digi-cream-times.html' title='This week&apos;s Digi-Cream Times'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-810768295833252767</id><published>2008-05-15T15:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:03:02.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 13</title><content type='html'>More morbid stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which BBC programme was interrupted to announce the death of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Queen Mother&lt;br /&gt;2) Pope John Paul II&lt;br /&gt;3) Princess Diana?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-810768295833252767?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/810768295833252767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=810768295833252767&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/810768295833252767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/810768295833252767'/><link rel='alternate' 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Can you match up the five sign-offs with the correct author?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Cue Frank FRANK BOUGH&lt;br /&gt; b) Last Of The Hot Metal Men DEREK JAMESON&lt;br /&gt; c) Grand Inquisitor ROBIN DAY&lt;br /&gt;d) As It Happens JIMMY SAVILE&lt;br /&gt;  e) Crying With Laughter BOB MONKHOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "And that's about it folks. We can all do good things on our own, but great things when we enjoy Good Company Of. So, God be with you all. P.S. I hope He really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; take it easy on sinners!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "Whatever television touches, it can magnify, inflate, project and spread. Such power should be put on the side of reason and civilised behaviour. Television should be biased in favour of reason."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "Perhaps the man on the radio was right. Perhaps there is another challenge, something I can do better. This year, 1980, I'm forty-seven. Tell me: is it too late? What should we all do next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "I'll settle for the epitaph given by Marlene Dietrich's Gypsy to Orson Welles's cop in Touch Of Evil: He was some kind of man. What does it matter what you say about people?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) "I leave you with my epitaph - it sums up what this crazy ride on life's merry-go-round has been all about: In memory of xxxx, the editor who found the oldest budgie in Britain."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-5079872040274722794?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5079872040274722794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=5079872040274722794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5079872040274722794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/5079872040274722794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-12.html' title='31 Days In May: part 12'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-1298203531529020023</id><published>2008-05-14T13:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:58:21.852Z</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 11</title><content type='html'>Suggestions, please, as to what's occurring here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SCrdaP2sp6I/AAAAAAAAA9w/na9olR_5KB0/s1600-h/djs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200212162754946978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SCrdaP2sp6I/AAAAAAAAA9w/na9olR_5KB0/s320/djs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-1298203531529020023?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1298203531529020023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=1298203531529020023&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1298203531529020023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you correctly pair up the song with the album on which it appears (in position Track 1, Side 1)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No More Lonely Nights (Special Dance Mix) PAUL MCCARTNEY&lt;br /&gt;2) The Only Way Is Up YAZZ AND THE PLASTIC POPULATION&lt;br /&gt;3) Reet Petite JACKIE WILSON&lt;br /&gt;4) I Want It All QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;5) Notorious DURAN DURAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Now That's What I Call Music 4&lt;br /&gt;b) Now That's What I Call Music  8&lt;br /&gt;c) Now That's What I Call Music  9&lt;br /&gt;d) Now That's What I Call Music  13&lt;br /&gt;e) Now That's What I Call Music 15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-1955405262807725893?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1955405262807725893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=1955405262807725893&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1955405262807725893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1955405262807725893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-10.html' title='31 Days In May: part 10'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-2651783957395419462</id><published>2008-05-10T20:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:04:47.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 9</title><content type='html'>Simple one today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did New Doctor Who jump the shark?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The first time David Tennant went "Hoh yessss!"&lt;br /&gt;2) The first time the Daleks stopped being scary&lt;br /&gt;3) The first time Catherine Tate pulled a 'durrrr' face and shouted something&lt;br /&gt;4) The time David Tennant turned into a Fraggle&lt;br /&gt;5) About two hours ago (Martha falls into a giant puddle, an grizzled old man spouts off like one of those preachers in Life Of Brian, David Tennant holds a gun to someone's head etc.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-2651783957395419462?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2651783957395419462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=2651783957395419462&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2651783957395419462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/2651783957395419462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-9.html' title='31 Days In May: part 9'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-1990109676724380255</id><published>2008-05-10T12:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:58:22.090Z</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 8</title><content type='html'>What perpetually ill-advised thing is about to happen here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SCWGG3YMtoI/AAAAAAAAA9o/KGWQGlK4YsY/s1600-h/nw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198708797371889282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SCWGG3YMtoI/AAAAAAAAA9o/KGWQGlK4YsY/s320/nw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-1990109676724380255?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1990109676724380255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=1990109676724380255&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1990109676724380255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/1990109676724380255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-8.html' title='31 Days In May: part 8'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16U-s220ws/SCWGG3YMtoI/AAAAAAAAA9o/KGWQGlK4YsY/s72-c/nw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-595902312276061366</id><published>2008-05-10T11:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:36:08.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 7</title><content type='html'>True or false?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) LL Cool J's real name is Archibald Foster-Ffitzsimmons and he is heir to the Foster-Ffitzsimmons biscuity dynasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Tiffany once dropped her two goldfish, Emily and Eugene, down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The first song Deniece from Five Star ever wrote included the couplet "Everywhere I look there are trees/Lots of trees, lots of trees."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-595902312276061366?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/595902312276061366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=595902312276061366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/595902312276061366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/595902312276061366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-7.html' title='31 Days In May: part 7'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-300535804437006345</id><published>2008-05-08T16:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:11:48.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 6</title><content type='html'>Here's fun. Can you identify the programmes hiding behind these Radio Times billings, all hailing from July 1986:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Time for another visit live to the Television Theatre set amid the bucolic boskiness of Shepherd's Bush Green, ablaze with colour and vivacity. The sidewalk cafes with their gay striped awnings, the young people in pink and blue and purple - and that's only the hair..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "...featuring this week a special appearance by veteran American funny lady Phyllis Diller, the crazy conjuring of France's original comedy magic star Mac Ronay, and the hilarious miming skills of Britain's Derek Griffiths."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "Noel has looked after the house since his mother died and everything was just fine until his father decided to remarry. Noel isn't at all sure about his new stepmother and even less sure about wearing a new suit for the wedding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "Charles Nove has all the facts and figures and, this week, Bert Kaempfert is highlighted by resident maestro Andy Ross and the World Latin Champions Donnie Burns and Gordon Fairweather."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) "OK, Sharon, it's us or the dog."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-300535804437006345?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/300535804437006345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=300535804437006345&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/300535804437006345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/300535804437006345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-6.html' title='31 Days In May: part 6'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802567794111313334.post-4109528407892233835</id><published>2008-05-07T20:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:21:42.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Days In May: part 5</title><content type='html'>Everyone can remember what Mrs Thatcher's favourite bands were*, but today's questions invites you to cast your mind even further back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was Harold Wilson's favourite pop song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*The Police and The Flying Pickets. At least according to school playgrounds in 1984.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802567794111313334-4109528407892233835?l=digicreamtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4109528407892233835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802567794111313334&amp;postID=4109528407892233835&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4109528407892233835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802567794111313334/posts/default/4109528407892233835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digicreamtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-days-in-may-part-5.html' title='31 Days In May: part 5'/><author><name>Ian Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKqnFX3snw/TWEEhQpGnKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/yf0fni0_AQc/s220/IMG_0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
