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"They tried to make me sign a pre-nup / I said 'no no no'"



Reportedly Mr. Amy Winehouse's words, not mine. Yes, Dame Amy of Winehouse is now officially Duchess Amy of Civil-Engineering (or something like that).

Anyway, I am off for seven days in the sun (more like a few days as the weather forecast for Gran Canaria is looking suspiciously drizzly) so I wanted to post the answers to my IMDb quiz before I come back addled with sunstroke:

1 // Hit by bus / Mathematics / Suspected lesbian - Mean Girls
2 // 2500s / Kicked in the crotch / Terraforming - Serenity
3 // Frozen river / Audio cassette / Poetry - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
4 // Herpetology / Child bride / Scrabble - Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events
5 // Sunglasses / Thick accent / Scale model of city - Hot Fuzz
6 // Language barrier / Title spoken by character / Christmas card - Love Actually
7 // Body waxing / Asthma / Heiress - Hitch
8 // Bathhouse / Identical twins / Environmentalism - Spirited Away (or indeed the Olson's Bette Midler biopic, don't you know?)
9 // Pop music / Misfit / Funeral - High Fidelity
10 // Nazi experiment / Narration from the grave / Rubik's cube - Hellboy

How many did you get right? Right, have to finish packing now, pip pip!

There is a beautiful ramshackle house covered in vines opposide my house. For the past week, I have noticed lighting vans and a winnebago parked outside from very early in the morning to very late at night. Then last night, I spied some men in waterproofs emerging out of the church hall clutching some sandwiches. I've been vaguely wondering (considering my luck with being in close proximity to Doctor Who sets) whether it was anything exciting. Sadly, I've had little (i.e. none) in the way of celebtacular action. Then I happened to mention to a friend in an email today whose interest was piqued and she decided to Google it and imagine my surprise when I hear that it's Madonna filming her directorial debut, Filth and Wisdom. If only it were Girls Aloud, I would rush the set straightaway. As it is, I am going to strategically walk past the house on the way to work tomorrow to try and spy. Yes, I am that pathetic that this may be the highlight of my week. (I reserve judgement as I am going to be in the audience for QI tomorrow and my love for Stephen Fry is seemingly limitless.)

Surevey ahoy as I am lazy, it's past my bedtime and I haven't done one in a while.

* Go to IMDb.com and look up 10 of your favorite movies.
* Post three official IMDb "Plot Keywords" for these 10 picks.
* Have your friends guess the movie titles.

1 // Hit by bus / Mathematics / Suspected lesbian
2 // 2500s / Kicked in the crotch / Terraforming
3 // Frozen river / Audio cassette / Poetry
4 // Herpetology / Child bride / Scrabble
5 // Sunglasses / Thick accent / Scale model of city
6 // Language barrier / Title spoken by character / Christmas card
7 // Body waxing / Asthma / Heiress
8 // Bathhouse / Identical twins / Environmentalism
9 // Pop music / Misfit / Funeral
10 // Nazi experiment / Narration from the grave / Rubik's cube

And yes, there is a Mungo film in there somewhere.



l-r: Maddox Jolie-Pitt, Patrick Wolf

Well, have you?

Crashed the webbing

(You'll groan audibly at the title of this post in a minute. )

So I went to see Spider-Man 3 last night and I don't understand why I'm practically the only person who loved the film. Yes, it was a little goofy and yes, they shoe-horned in three (count them, three!) villains but I thought it highly entertaining. The Guardian ran an article recently about black being the new black: "[...] those big blockbusters resurrecting tired old characters that were presumed to have breathed their last breath. Thanks to the miracle ingredient of darkness, they're all back, good as new!" Bearing in mind this recent darkening of the mainstream, it seems as though people have forgotten how to enjoy a popcorn blockbuster for what it is. What is this modern obsession with exploring the fraught and complex psychological landscapes of men in lycra bodysuits? Of course, the most pertinent question is when was Matt Willis cast as Peter Parker?



(Oh hush - you try coming up with a good Spiderman/Busted pun!)

"Where the bassline jumps in the backstreet lights"

This week has been a particular vintage for slightly odd pop news. First of all, there was the widespread joy at the news that Stock, Aiken and Waterman are making a comeback (which in itself isn't that odd really). However, as Popjustice reported, this joy was not only premature but short-lived as SAW revealed that their stupendous return was to be helmed by faux-Australian faux-60s faux-girlband, The Sheilas from the Sheila's Wheels car insurance adverts.

The Guardian ran a piece about the Shockwaves promotional single scam that Popjustice uncovered.

On a slightly more tenuous note (as I'm still debating whether I truly consider her a pop star), Paris Hilton is going to jail for 45 days. Victoria Newton had a field day with the story and wheeled out the following headline:



Amazing.

However, my two favourite items of pop news this week are the SugaBarbie dolls and following Patrick Wolf's (sort of) retirement, a nascent modelling career alongside Kate Moss.

Mattel have decided that there is a niche market for Sugababes dolls. I am hoping against hope that the dolls have buttons on their back which bark out random Sugababes lyrics. (Which considering Easy might be highly questionable. I'm not sure that Mattel would approve of their dolls purring: "I need a roughneck brother who can satisfy me" or indeed, "The weather's nice and wet just south of the border") Suffice to say, the SugaBarbies look nothing like the Sugababes as clearly Keisha has a enormodome for a forehead (one to rival Luke Haines' cranium) and instead of mobiles, laptops and minature pooches, they should be wielding nunchucks, crossbows and spears.




So, according to this recent interview, Patrick Wolf has just been signed as the new international face of Burberry (I'm guessing it's for Burberry Prorsum as somehow I can't see him decked out head to toe in the Burberry check). If that isn't enough to fan the flames of desire of fangirls and fanboys, there is the following quote which I expect will be doing the rounds: "I'm a lot easier with selling my body than selling my music, so why not?" This is possibly even more odd that the story about the drummer of the Arctic Monkeys designing a clothing range. Anyway, it's an intriguing prospect, seeing the boy Wolf modelling alongside Kate Moss, Ioan Gruffud and Rachel Weisz. I expect that I shall find that much of my time waiting for a bus outside the Burberry store on Haymarket will be more entertaining in future.

The mania that gripped Mungo during his recent shorts'n'beans rampage seems to have me in its thrall. Fear not, I haven't been lobbing tubs of Heinz macaroni cheese at any unsuspecting paparazzi but I have just spent £130 on a bag. On eBay.



Excuse me, I think my throat is suddenly swelling up.




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