Sony Ericsson

Well, that title should be good for a few Google hits in a couple of days. Thankfully, at least on this occasion it’s relevant.

So, some thoughts on SE phones. I’ve just upgraded to a K700i, and I have to say that on 24 hours use I’m well pleased with it, although (ah, come on, you wouldn’t expect anything else from me) there’s a couple of little niggles with it. Given a week I probably won’t notice or care about them, but moving from Nokia to SE they’re something I’m aware right now.

First of all – and this is such a minor one, it’s almost odd to write it down – the SE doesn’t show when it’s got a GPRS connection. The Nokia did. It was only a little G on the display, not intrusive at all, but when it came to knowing I could get a data connection, it was useful. The K700 doesn’t seem to have that – I’ve got the GPRS set up, no worries (One very nice function is that you can link to the Sony Ericsson site and get the settings sent directly to your phone for whichever call provider you’re using – a lot of time saved for very little effort indeed) but there’s no display to say so. Irritating.

The other one – and I suspect it’s a standard niggle – is that the predictive text key layout is different. Now, I know this is more about useability and so on, but T9 is a standard for the predictive text, and that’s fine – but if it’s a standard then the key layouts should match too. It’s a pain in the arse remembering that what was the space key is now just a zero, and what was the “Shift” to get a capital letter is now the space key. I’ll get used to it – I semi-regularly swap phone makers, rather than just models, and in a week’s time I’ll be back to texting without looking at the keys, but for now it’s a niggle.

One of my colleagues in the office (yes, the twunty manager, before anyone asks) also has an SE phone, but in his case it’s the P910i. And he can’t/won’t change the fucking ringtones, nor take it with him when he leaves the office. The call ringtone is one of the most annoying on the planet – yes, even worse than The Nokia Tone *spit*. SE in their wisdom have come up with what they call a “corporate” ringtone known imaginatively as “Ring, Ring, Ring”. I won’t be cruel and include a soundfile of it, because it’d drive you crackers – but it’s a woman’s voice ‘singing’ “Ring, Ring, Ring, wooo-hooo-oooooo, Ring Ring Ring”. Loudly, warbly, and just slightly out of tune. It’s incredibly annoying, and the twat won’t change it.

I’ve threatened to change it for him (although this may involve dropping it from a very great height) and this didn’t go down well. The twunt says he likes it. I wouldn’t be surprised if this were true, but equally I wouldn’t be surprised if the full sentence were “I like it because I can’t change it, and thus have to tolerate it”.

So – decent phone, but with some fuck-awful ringtones. Luckily mine’s already been changed. I did that first of all. Hmmm, I wonder if The Twunt understands Polish, if I change languages on his phone?


Easter Chocolate

I’m not greatly into chocolate at the best of times, it has to be said. However, if you’re after something spectacularly good and chocolatey, you can’t do much better than Hotel Chocolat.

We both had one egg from them this year, and they’re utterly fantastic. Seriously thick chocolate for the egg itself, and filled with chocolates inside. Not just one or two in a bag, but both halves filled properly. Yes, they’re more expensive than the standard Smarties egg or whatever, but damn, they’re worth it.

Having made several orders now with Hotel Chocolat, I’d wholeheartedly recommend them to anyone who’s into chocolate.


Doctor Who

It’s taken me a bit of time to write about the new series of Doctor Who, mainly because I’ve kept thinking “There’s something I was going to write, but what was it?”. Ah, if only we had time-travel…

But anyway, yes, in general I thought it was great to have it back. Christopher Ecclestone is grand as the new Doctor – someone who appears to be completely hyper about the end of the world, but with really bad social skills and (in a good sense) some very inappropriate responses. Billie Piper was a revelation – as she was in BBC’s Canterbury Tales last year – in that she’s actually a pretty capable actress.

What was, for me, more impressive was that for all the gloss and hype, it still maintained that “shaky sets” feel of the previous series. Yes, things have changed – but they haven’t changed all that much. The plots still have a major dose of silliness in them, the acting can be (to be charitable) a bit dodgy, but you can see that they’re actually having a laugh while doing the episodes. And it really does help to have a writer who is so obviously a fan of the earlier series – the initial episode seemed to have various threads that could develop over the run of the series, which is always a good thing.

Oh, and thank god that the awful boyfriend should now disappear. I’ve seen park benches that were less wooden.

But yeah, in general it was bloody great to have it back on the screens. Consider it Season Passed.


Ideal Home – again

Well, the Ideal Home Show was interesting, to say the least. Lots of ideas have been forthcoming, and it looks like a bit of website business may be on the way too. Some surprise was expressed that I was prepared to find some business while out on a fun day “off”, but well, what the hell, spot an opportunity and exploit it – that’s my theory, and I’m sticking with it.

I didn’t get any photos, unfortunately, but the place was so frigging busy I wasn’t going to be able to get much that didn’t involve having people scattered all over, which really wasn’t the mood I was going for. So yeah, no photos.

But we did have a good time – the logic of the layout is completely beyond me, sticking all the fancy guff on the ground floor, then having all the demonstrations upstairs in the narrower parts where people, by nature, stop and watch, thus blocking the entire fucking walkway. Genius. I’d like to find the person who came up with that concept and give them a bloody good kicking – and I can’t be the only one. I figure it must affect the sales and demonstrations too, because unless you can get people passing through fairly quickly you’re only going to see a percentage of any day’s custom, rather than all of it. Maybe I’m wrong, but if I were exhibiting there, it would be an issue that would piss me off. Paying God only knows how much to exhibit there (and let’s not forget it’s near as dammit a month of being there!) and yet probably missing a fair percentage of potential sales would certainly be a cause for being pissed off.

Anyway, that aside, it was actually a really good day. I wouldn’t say that anyone should go every year, or anything like that, but it’s definitely worth going. Hell, even just with balancing the cost of food (definitely take your own lunch, it’ll save you a shedload!) and drinks against the freebies we got, I’d say we probably broke even. And with the potential for some work, I probably came out well ahead of the game! Always a good thing…


Shameless

It’s good to see that Shameless has won a hat-trick of awards yesterday at the Royal Television Society Awards. It’s creator, Paul Abbott, has been a major contributor to TV drama over the last few years, and deserves the recognition he’s finally getting.

A month ago, The Guardian had an interview with Abbott, which made for fascinating reading.

As for Shameless itself? Well, I’m looking forward to Series 3, having seen the finale of S2 a couple of weeks back. From the awards, it looks like it’ll be a certainty.


Da Vinci Bollocks

No, not a new recently-discovered masterpiece. Instead, the Vatican has come out with a lecture about why the Da Vinci Code is bollocks. (OK, they didn’t phrase it quite like that, but hey, artistic licence and all that)

Frankly, who cares? Anyone who’s brain-dead enough to think that The Da Vinci Code is anything other than utter shite – admittedly, page-turning shite, but utter shite all the same – doesn’t deserve to have it explained to them, they deserve to receive a tattoo on their forehead saying “Gullible Fuckwit”. Ideally written in reverse, so that it makes sense every time they look in the mirror.

The Da Vinci Code is toss. Badly-written pulp novel toss, albeit with sales figures that feature in Tom Clancy’s wet dreams. I’ve read it. It’s toss. That’s my critical opinion of it. And of Dan Brown‘s other books too. Toss. All of ’em. I’m not jealous – fair play, he’s written a pile of shit, and made millions from it. Good for him. But to start linking it with reality is the sign of nothing more than epic levels of brain injury in lots of people.

As for debunking the theories in it, or explaining where they’re wrong, well all I can say is that the Vatican really hasn’t got its collective brain round the conspiracy theory idea yet, has it? “A denial is as good as an ovation to a rumour”, and all those other bon mots. But quite honestly the more people who stand up and say “the Da Vinci Code is bollocks, and knows it”, the better. But denying it is just going to make the tinfoil-hat brigade believe all the more. I bet the bloody thing sells in its hundreds around Area 51, and at the “Kennedy didn’t really die, it was all a plot, like when they faked the moon-landings” school of bullshit, Texas.


A Valid Point

In today’s Guardian, Rupert Smith reviews a programme from BBC2 last night called “Blame the Parents”, and along the way sums up a lot of my feelings about ‘reality TV’.

Something turned them from innocent babes into teenage gremlins, and it was obvious that the parenting skills on show were somewhat lacking. But here lies the problem with Blame the Parents. This was not just about the fine-tuning of family dynamics. These weren’t naughty, unruly kids. These were people who appeared to have serious emotional, mental and behavioural problems, and to parade them on telly as if we can learn something from them while enjoying a good wallow in other people’s misery seems questionable at best. You can’t hold up an extreme as if it’s a commonplace. It’s like showing black people as muggers and crackheads, or gay men alternately shopping, shagging and taking crystal meth. If TV has gone so far into the realms of stereotyping that it’s even trashing white heterosexuals, then we’ve officially lost the plot.

© Guardian Newspapers 2005

I couldn’t have said it better myself.