Tuesday, July 11, 2006


If the excitment of Federal politics gets a bit too much for you today, you might want to take some time out to see this.

Oh to be a fly...

THE Federal Government is in crisis after Peter Costello yesterday contradicted Prime Minister John Howard's claim that he had made no deal about quitting the Liberal leadership.

The Age, July 11


*Does my obscene level of glee this morning mean I'm an anarchist?

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Life on Mars

I'm cockahoop and doolally for Life on Mars.

Not this:

Or this:

(although I am quite partial)

No. Praise the Gods of Television, I'm talking about this:

Life on Mars is an eight-part BBC drama series from the makers of Spooks and Hustle that will hopefully appear on Australian screens before too long.

I don't usually go in for cop shows (especially not of the CSI: Crimes Against Vaginas variety) but this one is different. If Life on Mars is “just a cop show” then The Singing Detective (1986) was “just” about some crazy old dude with bad skin.

Like The Singing Detective, Life on Mars is dark, haunting, wildly original, and frequently hilarious. It has an unforgettable concept, production values that will knock your woolly socks off, and a magnificent cast who will quickly inhabit your dreams (or am I the only one who dreams about fictional characters?).

Plus the protagonist drives a mint-condition 1970s brown Ford Cortina with a vinyl roof. Hot.

If only the ubiquitous CSI series had less brow-furrowing and voyeuristic violence, and more dream sequences, 70s rock, and mind-bending narrative riffs on the nature of human memory...

I could rant and gush all day but I won’t. I had the pleasure of viewing Life on Mars without knowing a thing about its premise, and you should too. Do yourself a favour and check it out before you read any reviews.

Oh, one last thing. This man (John Simm) plays the lead:

Hot. Hot as guts. Don’t believe me? Then obviously you have not yet had the pleasure of seeing him in action.

Do remedy that, won’t you?

Check back here in the next few days for an investigation into Mr Simm’s bizarre sexual hold over myself and most of my female friends curious magnetism. This hard-hitting Carrion Laughing enquiry (going under the working title of “Inexplicably Irresistible British Man Flesh”) will explore the allure of Mr Simm and his similarly pasty yet mouth-watering contemporaries.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Get Staphed

The Steph Show

Reality TV program The Steph Show debuts on Network 10 on Friday, July 28. The Steph Show will follow Neighbours actor Stephanie McIntosh as she tries to launch her singing career.

Not to be confused with:

The Staph Show

Reality TV program unsuccessfully pitched to networks by an enterprising microbiologist earlier this year. The Staph Show was to follow the spread of an outbreak of Staphylococcus aureus, or “Staph”, in a Melbourne hospital.

Don’t get confused, kids.

Staph = A bacterium frequently living on the skin or in the nose that can cause illnesses ranging from minor skin infections (such as pimples and boils) to life-threatening diseases such as pneumonia, meningitis, and septicaemia.

Steph = Soap actress and pop starlet wannabe. May cause bleeding to the ears.

By the way, what's with the offputting overuse of airbrushing in the promo shot? I understand the temptation to smooth a little here, define a little there, but the poor poppet's upper lip has been so altered that she looks like another person - and not a more attractive one. Was she riddled with cold sores on the day of the shoot, or could this be an attempt to make Steph look (as well as sound) as much like Britney as digitally possible? Ahem. Righteo. I can't believe I had to ask.