The start of a run of sketches posted on YouTube via Fosters every weekday this month.
That's every weekday this month.
Internet love.
After the sheer horror that was John Squire's Seahorses, Ian Brown's solo debut was so brilliant, stylish, and inventive by comparison.
Legs eleven.
Ooh look. It's Marijne van der Vlugt. Her off 90's MTV Europe. Her out of Salad.
How you doin.
An extraordinary interview with Ed Miliband.
The interviewer Damon Green, who must have felt like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day, has written a revealing post on the back story. He says:
If news reporters and cameras are only there to be used by politicians as recording devices for their scripted soundbites, at best that is a professional discourtesy.
Green goes on to suggest that at worst politicians fail to be publicly accountable. I'd suggest that far worse for Miliband is the perception I now have of him as a person, party leader and would be prime minister.
My politics are left of centre and I'm disillusioned to say the least with the Liberal Democrats. I'm a potential Labour voter but I'll find it difficult to forget this arrogant, scripted soundbite, delivered with contempt for the person sitting opposite him.
Green really should have asked him for his favourite dinosaur.
Just as I was resigned to there being no more Imbruglia music, what with the last (and brilliant) album being killed by her record label and her subsequent role as judge on the Aussie X Factor, hope springs.
She's moved to the States, won't be on X Factor this year, and according to WHO Magazine:
Next up for the self-confessed gypsy is another album — having closed up her home in London’s Notting Hill she is seeking songwriting inspiration from her new home in Los Angeles.
Joy unbridled.