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Can someone please explain hairdressers to me. I mean, I don’t really understand why anyone would do the job. But if you are going to do the job, why is it so difficult to listen to what your client is asking for? I mean, if you went in and said “Hello, I’m trying to grow my hair a little longer, but it’s got a bit unruly in recent weeks, could you thin it out and cut it a bit but leave some length…” would you really expect your hair to be cut to within one quarter of an inch at the front? Me either. Sigh. Looking forward to another three month hair-growing experience. Followed by a shouting match with another evil hairdresser no doubt.

The horror of Britney’s transparent top – found via TCN.

Davo will pay for the short-lived front page to his site. Oh yes. Still. It’s a good message, which you should obey. Actually, come to think of it, short-lived is a pretty good description of Davo himself. Nyah hahahaha.

Ok, I’m only going to ask you once: TCN is open for business again, and I’d love it if people would come and keep me company on the boards. Just – you know – to see how cool it is….

My position on Would Atheism be a better solution to the problems of the world? [at Linklust]

Be there when the board opens to the world – Monday morning at 10am (UK time). In the meantime, if you go to the News section, you can see a highly embarrassing photo of your host (me). The buzz starts here… SPREAD THE WORD

Via The LinkMachine: “I mean, perform fellatio once and you’re a poet, twice and you’re a homosexual. I remember once I was being fisted by Sebastian Cabot- but here’s where the story gets interesting. He was lactose-intolerant. I once sat on a bus and tried to will myself a menstrual cycle. All I ended up with was a sense of failure and a mild neuralgia in my incisor teeth and perhaps a grudging respect for the weaker sex. I love toe cleavage. For the most part I distrust dogs. I slept in a horse once. It was quite roomy. On second thought, it was the Ritz.” [Who knows…]

Diary of a movie-goer: (2) Last night was Amelie night – and what a film. It’s strange, quirky, brilliantly put together, surprisingly quiet (the main characters don’t seem to talk much at all), occasionally manipulative, often ludicrous, and at heart – a well-intentioned beautiful and upsetting little film. You must see it immediately. Accidental blogmeet territory too – as co-worker Cal, friend Davo and I met up with occasional freelance employer Danny M-K for swift beer and movie.

Diary of a movie-goer: As Davo has reported, he and I went to see The Others on Thursday night, and I have to say that I was singularly impressed. The evening was a bit of a farce really. The director was supposed to present the movie, was half an hour late, walked in said something to the effect of “Hello, this is my film” in a kind of Balky-style accent and walked out. This extremely bouncy PR lady kept smiling at us and saying happy things in an Ab Fab kind of way and then the film began.

And essentially it was stunning. It wasn’t particularly revolutionary – there’s no plot element in there that hasn’t been done before – it’s a straight down-the-line haunted house story with a couple of quirks that keep it interesting – but it’s so well done. The thing is, there are only so many plots connected with haunted house stories, and only so many possible twists – and we’ve seen them all before. But the way the plot brings them up as possibilities, shuts them down, distracts you completely, leads you in one direction and then pushes you in another – and in such a completely plausible and terrifying fashion – well it’s completely worth watching. Four and half stars from our London correspondent…