And would you like to see my tits as well?

I caught up with an episode of Not The Nine O'Clock News I Sky+ed last night. I used to love that show. It started when I was about 14 and I'm pretty sure I watched every one. It was so racy. it was all the rage at school, we recited every sketch for weeks afterwards. I always lump it in with Blankety Blank, XTC and my pet rabbit Mrs Perkins. But that's an aside.

The episode I watched must have been from early '82 or late '81, the clue being Rowan Atkinson as Marc Almond being interviewed by Pamela Stephenson as someone whose name escapes me this morning, but who was very much of the time.

It's still funny, but it would be a complete mystery to anyone under the age of 30. Sketches about Judith Hann, Janet Street-Porter, That's Life! and Angela Rippon, are meaningless to those who weren't around at the time or have an interest in TV history. I remembered everyone single frame.

Then I watched a Kenny Everett Television Show (still prefer the Thames logo-crashing Video Show), which featured B.A. Robertson, who would mean even less. When are they going to put out B.A.'s greatest hits? Anyhoo, it was funnier than I thought it would be. Everyone used to love Cupid Stunt and Sid Snot, didn't they.

By the bypass, I saw Mel Smith on Celebrity Mastermind over Christmas and I was shocked at his appearance and his voice. Has he had a stroke? Does anyone know?

I saw Jason Watkins on the Tube this morning.

500th post!

I've been neglectful of late, but I have excuses as I've been very busy with work stuff. Next week is the event of the year and it requires all my energy. Plus, I'm offloading CDs like a demon on eBay - they're going amazingly well - and I've been all over The Word forum too - people actually comment on posts there.

Last Saturday, I went to see REM at Twickers with my mate TT. They were great - I'm such a fan and I've never seen them. Even the new stuff sounded good. I'm listening to nothing but them at the moment. I went home and downloaded everything I didn't have and I realised it was far more than I'd thought.

I've also attended a funeral in a woodland, part of Epping Forest actually. It was beautiful, but so deeply sad. The woman who died was a work colleague, and she was but 41. Her five-year-old daughter gave a speech - yes - at the funeral and believe you me there wasn't a dry eye in the house. Then you follow the coffin, which was made of wicker or hemp, into the woods. The spot was gorgeous. I half expected fawns and bunnies to be poking their heads through the undergrowth. The light was amazing. So once the coffin's been laid to rest, you all file past the greave and throw a flower into it. It was all rather lovely, really. I'll never forget it.

Anyhoo, on a lighter note, I'm coming up to my 500th post. Can you believe that. Either I've had a ridiculous amount of free time on my hands, or I've been utterly dedicated. You decide.

But I thought by way of celebration I'd do a selection of covers featuring favourite subjects of the blog, you know, like Empire or the Radio Times do.

So I'm thinking:

Dr Hilary Jones
Mrs F-C
Emma Watson
The Marmalade
A bistro
Fiona Phillips
The Urban Woo
A cylcist
Richard & Linda Thompson
Polly Brown
Everybody Loves Raymond

Any more?

So I'm not going to lie, I'm going to be very sporadic. Just grabbing a few mins where I can. I Mrs F-C is back from Prague tonight. Hooray!