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Want to know more? Here’s the Wiki page and the IMDB.com page.

Today, you get parts 11 through to 15.

Here is todays editions of Sholay! Parts 6 through to 10.

Exciting, isn’t it?

While I’m on holiday visiting er, erm, whatever they have up in the lake district, besides lakes, you lot can broaden your horizons too.

Instead of the usual scheduled holiday posts this, and the next three posts, are Sholay! The greatest Hindi movie ever made.

Today it’s parts 1 through to 5. Enjoy.

Katie Price, a.k.a. Jordan, is on the telly being interviewed by Piers ‘moron’ Morgan.

Why?

What the fuck is she doing on the fucking telly again? Why are people interested in this fucking person?
I realise that she is only doing what we all are – pay the bills. I also understand that the peole who keep putting her in magazines and on telly are also trying to put bread on the table. So can we please just ship of all the people that like this sort of thing to a remote fucking island planet?

What has she done? She’s had several kids by different fathers, got married and is now getting divorced. Along the way she has flashed her tits and got them made bigger, then smaller and also done some shit to her face.

What is so fucking interesting? She may have gone through something more than most single mothers because of Harveys’ problems, but she is not the only one and with the money she has earnt and still earning, she is in better position than most to be able to cope with it. There are thousands of single mothers and families that have gone through what she and Pete have gone through and would make a much better documentary subject too.

Please, everyone, leave Katie alone. Let her sink back into obscurity and do what she wants without forcing it on everyone else.

Jan Moir is comparing the way people reacted to the death of Michael Jackson and the hysteria, the luvvies and all the glitz of his memorial to the quiet dignity of people stopping in the street whilst two recent British casualties of the the war in Afghanistan as they passed through Wootton Bassett.

These very different types of remembrance tell us much about society and celebrity.

But most of all, they tell us about the quiet, steadfast decency of ordinary British people who, left to their own devices, will almost always do the right thing.

I’m not a sociologist or a psychologist or any other ‘-ologist’, but is talking complete bollox.

I’m sure the Americans don’t have MJ style concerts for their war dead. They probably have quiet diginfied affairs as well.

As for ‘left to our own devices, will almost always do the right thing’, I have one word:

Diana.

It’s been a bit busy for me this last week, and today I realised I hadn’t posted anything for a whole week.

So, for no particular reason, here’s a picture of a dead bee for you.

Enjoy.

The video’s a bit dark, but it’s not about the sight. It’s all about the sounds, man.

Crooked Smile

Starring Daniel Hoffmann-Gill

Sent to me in an email by someone that thought I would be interested…

Amaze your friends, be the first to tell them:

At five minutes and six seconds after 4 AM on the 8th of July this year, the time and date will be 04:05:06 07/08/09. This will never happen again !!!

Apart from not actually amazing your friends with this nugget and instead making them think you’re slightly sad, it is wrong. It happened a thousand years ago and a thousand years before that etc and it will happen again, in another thousand years and another thousand after that etc.

I don’t know which is worse, the person who emailed it to me or me for blogging about it.