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22 May 2003

:: Be Sure Your Sins Will Find You Out... ::

Thus spake my mother after my surruptitious forays to the biscuit tin were given away by the crumbs in my bedroom. I was only 8, but some people's misdemeanours are just as easily found out. Mingebeasts from the Planet Munt (aka the Mirror's 3am Girls) have been up to their old tricks again. Following several embarrassments at the hands of Popbitch, whose spurious stories were reprinted verbatim in the 3am Column, the notoriously lazy paragons of hackdom have again elicited squeals of derision from PB regulars. Their description of last night's London premier of The Matrix Reloaded bore a startling resemblence to the foaming carpet fiasco at last year's BAFTAs. Perhaps in their excitement at seeing Keanu Reeves, the girls hadn't noticed the customary red carpet was replaced by a special black one. Or may be they just weren't there. This prompted the following reaction from a PB poster who had attended the event:

3am Girls' version of Matrix Premiere.

Do they actually go to the things they write about, ever? The carpet was black, there was minimal foam, and Keanu spent at least ten minutes signing autographs.

Still on the subject of this week's big film release, I was amused to read this piece of twaddle about philosophical issues raised in The Matrix Reloaded. Other commentators seem to be divided as to whether the film is a comic-book style special effects fest let down by a weak plot, or if there really is more behind it all. I have yet to see the film, so couldn't possibly comment...

A b3ta break to relieve us from such deep musings: it's B.A. Maracas!

I pity the foo', dat don't shake dem hips...

Three quick items to brighten up your day:
• As if I wasn't apprehensive enough about my impending trip to Russia (see yesterday - chemicals and all that), I read this which reveals disturbing Russian attitudes towards S&M - or crime prevention - I can't decide which.
• Gifting the headline Pigs Might Fly to hacks everywhere, American airport authorities have lifted restrictions for carrying domestic animals. So long as they're in first class...
• Red Rum has finally decided to join us in cyber heaven. His site, Taxloss, promises to be "Tough on blog, tough on the causes of blog". I await further developments with relish.

A final delve into the b3ta bran-tub:

furtive, the dozy lurker...

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