Recently, I’ve been renting PSP games from a company called GameTart. It’s a nice idea – a PSP (and Playstation 2 etc.) version of ScreenSelect and Lovefilm, where you rent a game, get it sent by post, play it, return it when you want.

Unfortunately, with GameTart the implementation hasn’t been all that great…

Initially the service started up with a free trial period. All went smoothly. However, since that trial expired, GameTart have managed to “lose” two games, one from them to me, one from me to them. Supposedly they then send out a “lost mail items” form, which has to be filled in within ten days, or you can be liable for the full price of the game. I’m still waiting…

All in all, it’s a great idea, but it’s just not done right.

Now, this may come as a shock. A D4D™ post about football.

Now, I don’t know much about the game (which will come as a shock to no-one), but how come Belarus’ goal last night was allowed, when the goalkeeper was writhing round on the floor, having just ruptured his groin?

Obviously if he’d been a clumsy twat and had just fallen over, thus allowing the goal to be scored, that’s fine. But when he’s on the floor in pain, doesn’t it make sense to at least disallow a goal that takes advantage of that ?

So, no, we didn’t actually get to see Xmen last night. And it was all because of bloody football.

What I hadn’t realised at the time was that Reading’s football stadium was host to England ‘B’ team vs. Belarus at the same time we were planning to go to the cinema. And so, because Reading’s a fucking nightmare at the best of times, let alone when there’s an England game on (even a B team one) the entire bloody place was gridlocked. Absolutely solid.

So we said sod it. There was no earthly way we’d get to the cinema on time – in fact it was pretty dodgy whether we’d get there before the film was halfway done – so we’ll see it this weekend instead.

All things considered, probably a far better plan.

Arses. I’ve now found a reason to like Big Brother.

As a series, I utterly hate it, and can’t see the appeal at all in watching a bunch of self-obsessed arseholes for 13 weeks. Particularly when most of the time seems to be spent with them either a) spouting crap, or b) sleeping. Voyeurism just isn’t for me.

However, I hadn’t thought about Big Brother in this perspective…

[Channel 4] is understandably coy about how much it earns from the programme, partly because many in the industry argue that, as a broadcaster with a public service remit, it shouldn’t produce such programmes anyway.

And because it has no shareholders, all the money Channel 4 makes from Big Brother gets pumped back into producing innovative comedy, expensive dramas and areas such as news and current affairs – none of which attract anything like as many viewers.

Which means BB helps fund stuff like Shameless, Green Wing, and other stuff that I do watch on Channel 4. Which means it has a good side too.

Sod.

Off tonight to see X-Men: The Last Stand. (Also known as X3 or X-men 3)

Yes, I am that sad. And I don’t care.

More about it tomorrow, I’m sure…

Sometimes you just have to wonder about some people.

The story of the woman prosecuted for sunbathing nude – in her own garden is one of those times. Not content with being “shocked” and “offended”, the woman’s neighbour (a man) rushed off to get a video camera, in order to film the “offence” taking place.

He’s quoted as saying

“I have been extremely shaken by this. It has been very upsetting and worrying. I don’t want to bring up my children in such an environment.”

Yeah, OK, you don’t want to bring up your children in an environment where nudity exists? Get a fucking grip. He probably makes sure his children are fully clothed in the shower, too. Twat.