:: One more time... ::

Not much to report from the weekend, really. Post-barbecue on Saturday night, I fell asleep on the nightbus again. This time I only ended up at Clapham Junction, which is actually not inconvenient. These occurances are becoming so frequent that I can't be bothered to document them. Line learning took up most of the rest of the weekend - no scripts in rehearsal as of tonight. As ever I'm on the verge of cacking my pants.

This one's a bit convoluted, but trust me on this, it's worth reading to the end... Although it's been rumoured that the BBC are to scrap cheesy kidfest, The Saturday Show, not much has been proposed as a replacement. These things are always difficult to predict as the Saturday morning CBBC programming (on BBC1 at least) tends to take a few months off in the summer. Who can forget the pangs of sorrow as Sarah and Philip signed off the last episode of Going Live just as the school hols were about to begin? It's quite possible that the CBBC channel's weekend morning show, In Da Bungalow with Dick 'n' Dom could step into the breach. However, I was a little surprised to read about what happened recently on their show whilst doing the "Creamy Muck-Muck Butt Dance". I'm intrigued not so much by the apparent gratuitous flange-baring, but by the fact that the editors elected to repeat the episode uncut in that evening's reshowing. More to the point, how on earth can they get away with such blatent innuendos? Check out stills from the show here to make up your own mind - director Simon Hepworth's explanation/excuse bears repeating:

'Britney was indeed dressed decently it was an unfortunate effect of lighting, compressed bandwidth pictures and those coloured tights.'

Another item from today's extremely mixed bag is courtesy of the latest b3ta competition:

If cats ruling the world isn't enough for you, then there are plenty of Americans out there saying Dubya should be doing it. I'm not so sure (spot the understatement), but enjoy cocking a snook at those who unquestioningly offer their support to such a flagrantly anti-democratic and short-sighted régime. This is all a preamble really to introduce a guy who has buried his clapped out van in a moment of patriotic fervour. Read it and weep.

And finally, before I leave work to tread the boards in trepidation, a linguistic curiosity. Someone has invented an artificial pan-Slavic language called Slovio. It's a bit like Esperanto, with less Spanish and more Russian. I don't think it'll catch on, somehow.