Jokes celebrities are unlikely to make again

I'm listening to the complete Round The Horne and in an 1967 episode, Kenneth Horne spots an ad for Julian and Sandy's latest venture, the Bona Bijou Tourette travel agency, via an ad in his monthly copy of Breezy Pics incorporating The Leather News and Amateur Paediatrician. I wonder if they lose that last bit in the BBC7 repeats?

Best lines, when trying to talk Horne out of going to Malaga:

Sandy: 'You know he got very badly stung.'
Horne: 'Portuguese man o'war?'
Jules: 'Well, I never saw him in uniform…'

If I had known this, I probably wouldn't have seen it in Stratford

I really will find and finish my 'review of 2008' soon, but apparently Don John (which I was greatly looking forward to seeing at the end of December) will be coming to London's Battersea Arts Centre in April for a month.

The email from the RSC (who hosted the original run) has two quotes:

'Magnificent… the finest Kneehigh production I have seen' Five stars Financial Times

'There's nothing to beat this company at their inventive best' Time Out

.. to which I have two comments:

How many Kneehigh productions have they seen? Just looking at their recent stuff, Brief Encounter, Cymbeline, and Nights at the Circus were all much better than this.

I would almost agree with the second (Improbable are better, but not much else) however alas Don John is not them at their inventive best.

The basic idea is interesting – take Don Giovanni, update it a bit (they've set it in the late 1970s), emphasise the women (who all retain their names from the opera, whereas all the men's names are changed) and… well it goes a bit wrong from there.

Including snatches of the opera only serves to remind you that it is better than this (disclaimer: it's my favourite opera) and I'll see if I can refind the review I agreed with that for some strange reason the RSC isn't quoting.

In a Birmingham MacDonalds, waiting for a train

It was the LGBT Consortium conference today and I was asked late on to do something there.

More later, but it was staggering how Michael Cashman MEP stood out compared to everyone else. In his fifteen minute speech, the b-word never once passed his lips (and he skipped lightly over the not so good bits of Labour's record on LGBT rights). He even managed to rename LGBT History Month, when asked a question about it, to 'Lesbian and Gay History Month'. Oh, and homophobia only affects lesbians and gay men, apparently.

The name of the organisation he's so proud of having helped found? Stonewall. You'd never guess…

Not even all of zone one…

Someone's published a map of how many steps it takes to walk between inner London tube stations:

You'd think they'd get one of the basic tourist gotchas right – it does not take 822+1,275 steps to get from Queensway to Bayswater… That route probably involves walking to Notting Hill Gate, turning round, going back past Queensway and up the road to Bayswater! I'm a bit dubious about Euston to King's Cross St Pancras being under seventy steps less than Euston Square to Kings X too, plus they're ignoring the District / Hammersmith and City version of Edgware Road, thus meaning you can't see what they reckon it would take to walk the Circle Line.

A more useful map would show the number of steps needed to make the changes at the various interchanges. Some are trivial 'cross the platform' ones, others are hikes in themselves.

Ring ring, ring ring…

Not that I expect anyone to notice, but our landline is currently not working for voice calls – callers just hear it ringing, but we don't and we don't have a dial tone either.

Curiously, the internet / TV over IP are still working.

Why yes, yesterday was the switchover day between BT and Tiscali for the line rental etc.

Erotica 2008

I've never paid to go to Erotica (or indeed its rival). On the occasions I've gone, it's been via a free ticket (ex-work were doing a bucket rattle a couple of years ago, for example) and still felt I deserved money back.

I got another one today, and it's done what I thought was impossible: got worse. There are fewer stalls – the aisles are noticeably wider, with several gaps in places once filled, and upstairs is particularly sparse – and only a handful are worth looking at. I went round the entire place in under 30 minutes. Go tomorrow and it'd cost you £30 to get in.

Argh. It could be so much better and so much less exploitative…

Now we know, oh now we know

When I was one of the people running the London Bisexual Group, so oooh fifteen or so years ago, they'd be forty or so people turn up each week including five to ten new people.

One week, someone came back for their second time and was most miffed that I couldn't remember his name from the previous week. So miffed in fact that they declined – no, 'refused' would be a better word – to remind me, and continued to do so ever afterwards. I soon stopped bothering to ask.

Today, I saw them again, with someone rather more sensible and now I know.

Not that I'm likely to remember, mind.

Because Nicole Kidman's hair is clearly more important than people's safety

A friend was supposed to be on Five News this lunchtime, talking about the stupid proposals to criminalise – with strict liability! – buying sexual services from people 'controlled' (that doesn't mean coerced: if you chose to work for an agency and get told where a client is and you go there, or when your shift is, that's control) by others or who were 'trafficked' (even if they wanted to come here knowing exactly what work they were going to do).

But apparently Nicole Kidman not dyeing some grey hairs is a more important story, and there was only a few seconds on this one, complete with some classic 'women on street corners at night' shots…