Sweet Nothings

“My problem with the ending it added more questions... mysteries which they said they would clear up just haven't.” “Seems to me like they didnt have a clue how to end this very long series so cobbled a few ideas together... With that ending I feel like someone who was promised a big shiny toy at xmas and ended up with a piece of coal.” “There never was a "proper ending" since the writers made it up as they went along. The writers/actors/producers are now rich. We were the victims of a elaborate theme-scheme that could not have ended intelligently.” “Worst show ever, 115 hours waiting for some sort of satisfying ending to see if it was really worth it.... it wasnt. Waste of time and totally pointless. Thankfully i wont need to waste any more time on it. Wish it was cancelled years ago!” “a big hoax, with promises of answers to wild concepts that not even the most genius of physicists can answer. I suppose that it was easy for these writers to swindle idiot masses to keep

Whether it’s down to an inferiority complex I’m not sure, but Canadian bands seem to have a thing about size - Arcade Fire, who take to the stage with a cornucopia of members and even more instruments, being the obvious example. Somewhat more of a cult concern, though similarly never knowingly understaffed, are Broken Social Scene , who I’ve now seen twice within the space of a week. Whilst AF have developed an epic sound geared towards the mainstream, and have at the very least become as big a cult band as one can possibly be without “crossing over”, BSS tread a more esoteric path - capable of emitting an almighty noise for sure, but equally likely to break into bouts of noodling interspered with shoegazey vocals. On record this doesn’t always hit the mark for me, their previous albums being a bit too rambling for my tastes. In the flesh, though, you get a much more engaging experience, and after their gig at Heaven on Monday night (which is normally what I imagine must be a fant

Right, all you media and advertising exec types - listen up. I thought we'd learned our lesson after the last World Cup. You remember, the one before which the so-called English "golden generation" were massively hyped up as potential winners and out of which we skulked after another limp quarter final defeat. Yeah, the one where we barely put in one decent half of football and where the bloody WAGs generated as many column inches as their spouses. It's bad enough when England inevitably exit a tournament on penalties - the sense of crushing disappointment is a damn sight worse when you lot have pumped up the pre-tournament optimism to a ridiculous and wildly unrealistic degree. But what have we here? I've sat through multiple screenings of at least 5 different Come On Lads, England Expects-type ads this weekend - Kit Kat, Sky, The Sun, Carlsberg and Sony are all at it again. Two of these feature Terry bloody Venables, and during yours, the Sun, we even have t

Looks like we have ourselves a hung parliament, then. What last night’s results signify depend on who you’re asking: the Tories will claim that the nation has decisively rejected Brown as leader (as indeed the Sun does this morning), but Labour can rightly point to D-Cam’s failure to gain an overall majority, a quite spectacular one considering the polls a year or so ago, the longevity of the present government and the current state of the country. As for the Lib Dems... well, putting a positive spin on things is going to be awfully difficult. Still comfortably stuck in third place, probably with fewer MPs than before, many will blame the first past the post system for their current plight but that doesn’t fully explain how they have failed to capitalize on the goodwill gained by Clegg’s debate performances. Clearly all the people who were considering switching the “yellow vote” ended up not doing so, perhaps they were briefly caught up in the novelty of the moment before being ultima