Oh, and...

I'm absurdly pleased that someone has seen fit to build a very large astronomy lab at the bottom of a potash mine in Boulby, N Yorks.

Yes, yes, I know there are perfectly sound reasons - but it's a bunch of astronomers, headed by a Professor Spooner, working a long way underground in Yorkshire. I'm going to find it funny, damnit.

Maybe I shouldn't be surprised...

Eating tea this evening with Andy, we had assorted music TV channels on in the background (swapping channels when something unpleasant came on). This has reminded me that I must investigate Weezer some more, and one track made me wonder if the Dandy Warhols have a new album out - anyone know whence comes a Dandy Warhols track called something like "When we were friends"?

However, one thing really surprised me. The video for the Spice Girls' "Wannabe" came on, and, purely as an educational exercise, I thought I'd watch it. Despite having the song pumped into my offended ear drums far more often than I liked, I never saw the video.

And... it's awful. Yeah, I know, it was a pretty rubbish song in the first place. But I had expected the video to be... better than it is. Well produced at least, even though it was a debut. But it's amateurish in the extreme. It's badly directed, the lip synching is blatantly poor, the dance moves look like something put together by a bunch of eleven year olds. The simpering girlish enthusiasm was so false that it was almost painful to watch.

Yeuch. Fortunately, we found a channel playing the grainy black-and-white of "Monkey Gone to Heaven" and that cheered me up again.

Wasn't there something useful I was supposed to do tonight...

Bah. My Ramones' anthology has disappeared. I had it in my hand a minute ago, and I haven't moved. In theory, it can't be outside of a sphere the length of my arms, unless I absent-mindedly ate it. I think The Mess may have taken it...

( Sheep )