Lousie Minchin: not as Louise as you think

Expect a vacancy soon for a proofreader to work on Freeview’s EPG (Electronic Programme Guide), which is where I found this little howler.

Aside from the obvious question of how many BBC committee meetings it must have required in order to brainstorm the fantastically inventive title, The One Show (half a minute/back of a fag packet is my guess), one has to wonder if this is a genuine typo or a Freudian slip from one who is, perhaps not a fan of either The One Show or Louise Minchin. Well, I dunno. Maybe the EPG titlers are overworked and underpaid, as well as sometimes being poor judges of character; maybe the Minchin isn’t as lousie as you think.

Who’s that bloke on the left though? I’m sure I’ve seen him somewhere before.

Uninjaversity Challenge

Can’t wait for 2012 to get here. Not because of the Olympics, but because University Challenge will return from its Christmas break, and it has, as ever, been not only educating us (too late for me now though, alas!) but entertaining us hugely.

One outstanding character from Uni Challenge this year has been one James or Jamie Karran, the team captain of UCL, who has big hair and a fine line in wit. In the most recent round, Paxman asked which bird family owls belonged to. The apparently clueless Karran grinned sheepishly and, giving the Paxmeister a double thumbs-up gesture, replied ‘Buntings.’ This elicited a classic comedy moment, with Paxman’s reply being a double thumbs-down sign, along with the answer that owls are Strigiformes. (Yep. Like anyone cared by then, but thanks anyway.) We’ll be joking about that for a long time to come, I’m sure.

One post on the UK Gameshows site revealed that Karran was wearing a Naruto headband. After a little searching, it seems that Karran’s headband–worn as a pendant–bore the symbol for the Village of Grass, aka Kusagakure. Naruto is a popular mange or anime series all about ninjas (surprise surprise) and different locations each have their own identification symbols. If you want to know any more, go and read the wiki in the link above. And pay attention, because, as we are fond of saying, you never know when it might crop up as a question on Uni Challenge.

The fires of coincidence

Here’s a strange coincidence. Episode 12 of the excellent Rubicon (which we taped on Thursday night) had just finished, with the characters all mesmerised by news footage of billowing clouds of smoke from a sunken oil tanker in Galveston harbour.

We pulled back the living room curtains after switching off the tape, and spotted (yes, you guessed it) billowing clouds of black smoke.

No sunken oil tanker in central Lincoln, however, but merely a scrapyard fire. You see? Sometimes life is every bit as glamorous as art.

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Going out in a blaze

Digital TV will mean oodles more choice, we thought; there’ll always be something new and exciting to watch.

Freeview viewers will know, of course, that we are all still stuck with the same five bog standard channels. Everything else is basically a ‘plus one’ channel, full of rehashed old tat: I swear that we’ve seen some of More4′s episodes of Location Location Location so many times that we can even quote huge chunks of dialogue from them, like some sort of poor man’s version of Star Wars or any other big-budget extravaganza you care to name. We’re working up to the point now where we can correctly forecast the prices of all the featured properties and can effectively play Locationx3 competitively; we call it ‘brain training’, although others might call it ‘being too brassic to afford a Sky subscription’. (Like we give a hoot.)

Today, Freeview’s notoriously fickle EPG (electronic programme guide) amused us with a little gaffe in its description of the 1955 flick, A Lawless Street. A law enforcement cowboy about to retire aims, said the EPG, to “go out in a blaze”. Oh dear. Whatever happened to the glory we were expecting, then? (Click the pic below to see the evidence writ large.) More brain training, or maybe proof-reading classes, required for that EPG employee pronto.

Christmas 2010: the Good, the Bad and the Quality

Another Christmas has come and gone and maybe it’s my imagination, but Christmas telly gets worse every year, with few exceptions. Cars was brilliant. Its plot was simple enough, but strong characters made it an engrossing film; we plan to go out tractor tipping just as soon as the weather improves, and we shall, of course, keep a keen eye out for Frank.

This year’s Doctor Who Christmas ‘special’ was, like last year’s, far from special. Unoriginal, dull and featuring the screeching voice of Katherine Jenkins, it made choking on Christmas chicken bones look like an attractive option. This does not bode well for the next series of what is fast becoming referred to in our house as Doctor Who Cares?

Thank goodness, then, for Christmas lunch, which this year comprised a Quorn family roast, carrots, peas, roast potatoes, stuffing and — cue fanfare — sprouts; Dotsey readers are advised to stand upwind of us (well, me anyway) for at least the next three days. Once again, Shana’s cooking skills were spot on. As for my table-laying prowess, let’s just say that if it were an Olympic sport, I’d have a huge haul of putty medals and wooden spoons by now (whoops, there goes another fork!). Seriously, though, all went without a hitch. Now all we have to do is trudge our way through a whole tin of Quality Street. I have, however, hidden the orange cremes…and I’m not saying where.

American Dream

The new BBC series American Dream started last weekend. Using mostly archive footage, it draws stark contrasts between those for whom life in the USA has brought wealth and happiness, and those who fell by the wayside. One of the most poignant examples cut back and forth from one housewife who won competitions for housewifely duties (including one contest which involved ironing shirts to the tune of the William Tell overture!), and one who found it all far too stressful and became addicted to Valium.

American riches ultimately depend on teams of salesmen flogging all those wonderful American products, and to get their staff highly motivated, manufacturing companies invented the industrial musical. They were hardly up to the standard of Andrew Lloyd Webber, but there was a certain kitsch quality to some of the tunes. Naturally, as is my way, I couldn’t resist a spot of wilful misunderstanding. Wouldn’t it be fun, I thought, if a few ‘proper’ musicals were revived in an industrial style. The hills are alive with the sound of jackhammers, anyone?