I am on the beach. The skies are blue and I have golden sand between my toes, which is marginally annoying as I'm in my shoes!

No! John Entwhistle's died!

I was humming one of his basslines (the Pinball Wizard one) on the way in this morning!

This is very, very good. Andrew would like it - if he still reads this.

The Oirish Times - The Cryinair Experience.

Spielberg says Lucas refuses to let him direct any of the Star Wars films.

I'm not surprised.

Spielers adds, "He knows I've got Jurassic Park and Raiders. But George has Star Wars and I don't think he feels inclined to share any of it with me.' "

Since when did he *have* Raiders? Wasn't it created, the stories written and the films produced by one G. Lucas esq?

Oh, this is rather scary. Make sure you have a good look.

Out of the World Cup. Honour, unlike that of the Irish, is NOT satisfied.

Further proof that Paul McCartney is nutsy.

Right. That's it. If the Norte Americanos INSIST upon doing things like this, The Italian Job, Get Carter et al, I think it's about time we started remaking some of their great films.

So I hereby announce pre-production for the following:

The Wizard of Oz
'Oz' is of course too familiar a term already to UK audiences, so we'll change the location to WheelieWorld.

Apocalypse Now
I shall be contacting Ewan McGregor about the Martin Sheen role, Bob Hoskins for Brando's, and perhaps Mick Jagger to replace Dennis Hopper. Relocating the conflict of course to the Falklands.

Raiders of the Lost Ark
Anglicizing the central character, naturally, by replacing his fedora with a bowler and his whip with an umbrella. Will probably have to change his name to Dr. Henry 'Buckinghamshire' Jones.

Please send as much money as possible to make this dream come true.

:: how jedi are you? ::

Of course, this is good news because I would like to see the United States cave in and adopt FOOTBALL as their national sport.

But on the other hand, it does mean they're going to get cocky. Mind you, I suspect it's only a matter of time before they accidentally start bouncing the ball and get sent off.

Gutted. Still, Mick McCarthy and his men can return home with their heads held high after a fantastic effort in the World Cup. As I said to James yesterday... "They didn't 'lose', they were knocked out".

Come on England!

:: how jedi are you? ::

Shut up, Spielberg.

Those lyrics here.

Fathers Day this Sunday, in case anyone's forgotten.

This weekend is the london to brighton bike ride, to get off the subject of football for a moment. A team from my company will be entering, and I'm doing support for them. If anyone wants to sponsor us (proceeds to the BHF) then please email me, or pass comment via thribble. If you don't feel like sponsoring, then no hard feelings, just think of the riders about lunchtime on Sunday, when they'll be climbing Ditchling Beacon, and avoid Brighton all day Sunday, coz the traffic will be horrible.

We're singing for England, En-ger-land. And yes, I know it wasn't the best game ever, but it did the job and I'm not complaining. What's more, we've actually managed to get through without anyone being booked enough to miss a match, so it must be a good world cup for us!

Have to share this with you. A 'best of' album for David Hasselhoff, but from the 5th reviewer onwards, the reviews are spoofs; some of them very funny.

More on the remake of The Italian Job. Now apparently Charlie Croker is stealing the gold BACK from a double-crossing associate. Presumably this is because Hollywood thought, 'Hang on, where's the epic confrontation with the bad guy at the end?'

I'd like to query the name given to the link on Dragonland to Blog, blog, blog, blog....

'Little' Johns hardly seems to be a useful distinction. Perhaps the comparative might be better - 'Littler' Johns.

Or is he?

Stop fouling people!

Off to watch the football. All you Ireland fans out there remember to cheer for us - afterall, I always cheer for you!

Can anyone smell birthday cake?

Apparently the European Parliament has voted to make spam* illegal, Mr. Johns. Happy?

*not the luncheon meat