A Blissfully Brief Visit from the Land of Abominatory Codswallop

Southampton, 15th February 2008

The jury's out on Ms. Allen's generally contemptable attempt at television...

It's been a long time, and this is a short post. I merely wish to bring attention to the young media of the minute — and, yes, I am aware of the irony of her appearance in a blog named for profundity! (Although no offence against the girl personally) The dear folk at Auntie have decided, not only that BBC Three needs to be pink and "interactive", but also that a certain Ms. L. R. B. Allen should have her own high-profile chat show. Lily Allen and Friends, the website for which is at BBCi, and of which you may draw your own conclusions by viewing online on the excellent BBC iPlayer service here, features, strangely enough, Allen herself, and her "friends" (as you may or may not be aware, these are electronic "friends" from that everyday social abomination, MySpace), YouTube videos, celebrity guests, and inane questions from "friends" such as that foul, vulgar wart Chris Crocker.

As I say, I leave your judgment to you individually, but I am in the process of watching the first instalment. I'm unsure what to make of it — is it a new form of television, rooted in "new media"? Or a shocking example of declining standards in both society, and, more importantly at that fine bastion of quality the Beeb? The "newly-discovered" band is playing out, and the closest thing resembling a conclusion I have reached is that I have a largely unexpressable feeling of distaste for the whole affair. Whilst I'm at it, Rule Brittania!

God Save the Duke of Edinburgh!
D.S. B-Davies, Esq.

Tales from an Oxonian

Chelmsford, 6th January 2008

Once upon a time in Oxford

Dear Sirs,

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Darren Poole, born in the fine market town of Chelmsford, student of that most glorious bastion of academia, the University of Oxford. I was most pleased to learn that I had been invited to partake in this venture started by Messrs B-Davies and Rutland, so that I might add my (oft controversial) opinion on things of profundity.

It came to pass in recent days that both myself and my esteemed friend Cpl G Rutland esq. completed our ascent of the Everest that is teendom, and have now begun our descent into adulthood, both having now turned to the ripe old age of 20 ans-de-vie.

The celebration for this festival of our aging began on this Thursday past, when Mr Rutland and I did journey to Her Britannic Majesty's glorious capital, to view the musical whimsy of Mr Eric Idle, Monty Python's SPAMALOT. It was a rather jovial affair, with much hilarity throughout, and thoroughly enjoyable I should say!

The next day saw the continuation of festivities for both myself and my dear friend, when a dozen of our dearest fellows did descend upon the Rutland residence, in the town of Witham, for assorted japery. This was an enjoyable evening, with much mirth based around the musical stylings of a certain Guitar Hero, and the viewing of comedy in its televised form.

And so, the celebrations of our twentieth voyage around the Sun complete, I shall leave you, dear reader, until I find some other cause to ramble.

Adieu
Mr D L Poole, Oxon