December 2008 Archives

Now a new bit. The next update will feature a spotlight on the usually-embarrassing-but-often-really-quite-good world that exists when comedy collides with music.
I've been collecting comedy (and in an almost-completely un-xenophobic way, mainly British comedy) for a couple of decades now. Dating back to Hancock and The Goons on the radio in the 1940s and 1950s, up until today, and the likes of Chris Morris, Steve Coogan and anything else decent and original I can get my hands on.

But this week, the spotlight, for no reason other than it should, falls on the legendary Bill Hicks.

At my time of writing, the world as we know it will be over in roughly seven hours' time.
Armageddon will be officially on its way, and the signs will have been given to us.
So, as you read this, it's already happened, and God knows what barren, apocalyptic world you are existing in.
It's a shame it all had to end this way. After everything that's been done over the decades to avert it, it's a real bloody shame.
Against all certain popular expectations, there's been no plague of locusts, no skies dripping blood, and no second-comings.
Nope. None of that.
What there has been, to prove the end is not only nigh but already well and truly underway, is the apparent allowance by EVERY God of EVERY denomination, to let the shiny-skinned, plastic people on X-Factor publicly and sickeningly slaughter - at Christmas, of all times - Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah as a festive 45.
I mean, I know that as a race, us humans have failed. But whatever it is that sits in heaven, I didn't think it hated us this much...