Great TV....

No. 1

Not so much great TV, but a great ad shown on TV. I'm surprised that no-one in the blogging community has commented on the fantastic advert for the Citroen C4 . You can view it here , just select the "See the TV Ad" link at the bottom left of the page and let it load. I know that advertising can be a heinous and nasty business, targetting vulnerable groups of people and persuading them to part with money they don't have for products they don't need, but fuck me, you do get some creative genius from it. This advert is simply stunning, right up there with the Honda "Dreams" ad or their "Hate Something., Change Something" masterpiece. A bloke at work is now having to convince his son that the Citroen C4 doesn't really do this in real life.

No. 2

Arsenal vs Chelsea, Sky Sports 1 ,Sunday 16:05. Did I watch this? Did I fuck! I decided that my hangover was too bad, and that this would not help the palpitations or nausea. I watched it later on, after I knew the result (2-2) and my beloved Chelsea had managed to come away from Airline FC's home ground pretty much unscathed. What a game though. Even the repeat was pulsating and the quality on display was fabulous and a terrific advert for The Premiership. Robert Pires is a cheating wanker though and the sooner someone kicks him up in the air and out of the game for six months the better.

No.3

How long is it since you watched a programme through your fingers because the settee is pushed against the wall? A programme of such terrifying intensity and edge of the seat drama you were tempted to take the easy option and turn over? Well, last night the BBC showed the final episode of the fantastic Spooks. I've harped on about this before because I don't think it gets the credit it deserves. maybe because it isn't fucking arty enough for the chattering classes and critics. Or perhaps it's because it isn't a costume drama. And yes, it is far fetched and glamourised but then a series about people shoving bits of paer around an office or attending security briefings isn't going to light anyones candle. But last night had me almost begging for them to not finish it the way they did. An hour afterwards I was still shaking and thinking ."....fuck me what a way to go". It had everything, kidnapping, torture, subterfuge, superb story and horrific violence, both shown and implied. The death of a main character, done so brutally and shockingly continued the reason I watched it from Series One. It is a brave thing to do to be willing to kill your stars off in order to make good drama. In the first series a main character was killed by having her head shoved in a deep fat fryer and then being shot in the back of the head. Last night, poor Danny sacrificed himself for Adams wife Fiona, by spitting out the words "Fuck you, you death worshipping facist" to his Iraqi kidnapper only to be rewarded with a bullet to the head, followed by a couple more for good measure. The scene where the same man then poured petrol over Fiona to video and put on the internet, preceded by his words "When your son grows up he will be able to view you on the Internet as you burned to death" was simply chilling beyond belief. No horror movie ever made could match this for the fear and intensity factors. Hats off to the Beeb, this was fucking marvellous TV, the best this year. Bring it back soon!

Later, GrocerJack