Yesterday's rant about the BNP was a bit on the heavy side albeit with some good sweary gags however today I think I shall show the gentler, softer side of my Fairy liquid like nature because you see I'm not hateful just bitter and twisted. Apparently there's a difference.

So today I'm going to bleat on about somethings that make life almost bareable starting with last night's Ashes to Ashes which performed the amazing feat of having a surprising and actually enjoyable series finale.

*SPOILER ALERT!* After Gene hunts accidently shoots her down in 1982 Alex awakens to find herself back in the present day and is reunited with her daughter (who has made her a get well soon card that was a poster plastered all over the place in 1982, nice touch that) A collective cheer erupts from the audience for D.I. Drake is back where she should be when all of a sudden Gene Hunts appears on the television in front of her infroming her he's 'On the lam' because the powers that be think Hunt shot her deliberately. As Alex stumbles from her bed Gene's image appears on every screen she passes growling for her to wake up.
Wonderful. That scene alone succeeds in turning the whole series on it's head and all bets are off. You see in hollywoodtelevisionland too often are we subjected to non too subtle scripts where any twists are just the opposite of what's been happening up to that point, also as viewers become more and more sophisticated they're able to guess where the writers are going far too often.
However it's not always the case and last night's episode shows that hollywoodtelevisionland still can pull off a satisfying surprise even for these tired old jaded eyes. So that's back slap one!

Back slap two has to go to the makers of the new version of Battlestar Galactica which although has now finished in the States and has just had it's final episodes released on DVD I'm still ploughing through due to the recent purchase of a huge twenty disc box set. Now this is an almost flawless sci-fi programme, last night I made my way through a chunk of the second season including the almost unbareably tense three episode story about the discovery of another Battlestar, the Pegasus.
The writers seem to take an adult apporach to the stories and setting it close to reality as a show about big spaceships fighting nasty robot buggers can get. The acting is for the most part solid (At times I'm not hugely conviced by Starbuck, too actoryshcoolish), the production values are pleasingly high and there's some very lovely documentry style special effects for the ships in flight and battle. If there is one thing that still bugs me about the programme it's that being a hollywoodtelevsionland affair they're not allowed to say the grown up sweary words and as such have to substitute 'Fuck' for 'Frak' which they use. A lot. Not exactly sure what they would substitue for 'Cunt'? Maybe 'Crunt'? 'Clunt'? 'Piers Morgan'?

Last back slap of the day would HAVE to go to good old David Dimbleby for his obvious contempt of Nick Griffin in this clip - http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/8088501.stm

It must be difficult for an intelligent person like Uncle Dave having to question hatebags like Griffin and then trying to take what they say seriously when all he wants to do is decimate them with probing questions and leave their dough-ish bodies quivering like a housewife that just seen a Take That concert on a hen night.

So a big back slap to Uncle Dave!

Just one thing before I trot off regarding the BNP and one of the many reasons I dislike them so. A few years ago in the city I live in a boy was kidnapped off the street, tortured and killed. The boy was caucasian and the killers of Asian origin. It was a terrible time for everyone particularly in the predominately Asian Pollokshields area of town where the kidnapping took place and where the boy lived. Tensions were running exceptionaly high and a lot of people were in shock that such a horrific crime could take place within their community this is when the BNP hate wagon trundled in to stir things up. They took to the very spot that the boy was kidnapped megaphone at the ready concerned with preying on people's fears, trying to turn a tragedy to their advantage. How many people turned up or even listened to them?

None.

It was elating to see them meekly pile their paraphenalia back into their cars and slither back from wence they came. A wasted journey for Nick Griffin, then we got to see his best side. His back, as it walked away, the only acceptable view of him if you ask me.

Join me soon for more swearing, rantling and downright jolly fun.