Never having listened to talkSPORT radio before, could someone please explain to me what kind of cretins could come up with an announcement like this:

George Galloway makes radio history tonight as he conducts the first ever phone-in from inside a war zone as he presents his show live from Beirut.

talkSPORT presenter and MP George Galloway is set to make history this weekend as he holds what is believed to be the first ever radio phone-in LIVE from a war zone.

As the most controversial exponent of Middle East politics, Galloway will broadcast his outspoken beliefs that will undoubtedly evoke a whirlwind of apathy, scorn and outrage from listeners – LIVE from Beirut on Saturday and Sunday night only on talkSPORT.

Number one, isn’t a war zone supposed to be a place where a war is actually going on?

Number two, even if there was a war going on, what kind of an idiot would want to hold a radio talk show in the middle of it?

And number three, can somebody please explain to me how it is possible to “evoke a whirlwind of apathy”? Since apathy is a lack of emotion, it would be a pretty pisspoor whirlwind.

A bit like talkSPORT radio

A video of the taijiquan master Wu Tunan.

Via Wikipedia:

According to the famous Tai Chi Chuan historian and disciple of Wu Jianquan, Wu Tunan 吳圖南 (1885-1989), who also studied under Yang Shaohou for four years, this master(sic) was known for his “small circle” style of Tai Chi Chuan…This style was similar in posture to the modern Wu style Tai Chi Chuan, yet generally practiced at higher speed with fast jumps and kicks. This form was known as the Small Frame 小架, Fast Frame 快架 or Practical Frame 用架 and was considered to require the highest level of skill to perform.

And according to the Chinese Olympic Committee:

He used to be a sickly child and took fancy to the art by chance. Decades of regular practice made him so strong that he was still teaching taijiquan two years before he died in 1988, at the age of 108.

Reader’s Digest asked the UK who the nation’s silliest celebrity was and George Galloway came 17th!

He didn’t even win the title of looniest MP. Although I have to admit he had stiff competition with the likes of John “Two Jabs Prescott” (7th).

But how he managed to come in behind the rude but calculating Simon Cowell (6th) and the prudish Ann Widdicombe (13th) beats me.

This is a British MP who incited Iraqi’s to attack British troops. And who serves his constituents by hardly ever turning up for Parliamentary votes and entering Celebrity Big Brother. Not to mention the egotistical tours and speaking engagments.

I’ll bet Galloway will even be slightly pleased considering he was pipped to 16th spot by BBC news presenter Jeremy Paxman who acted like such a twit after Galloway’s election victory last year.

Looking back at the video, perhaps Paxman deserved it. Here’s the silly list:

Top 20

1 Ozzy Osbourne
2 Boris Johnson
3 Chris Eubank
4 Rolf Harris
5 Bill Oddie
6 Simon Cowell
7 John Prescott
8 Jade Goody
9 Carol Thatcher
10 David Dickinson
11 Christine and Neil Hamilton
12 The Duke of Edinburgh
13 Ann Widdecombe
14 Jordan
15 Alan Sugar
16 Jeremy Paxman
17 George Galloway
18 John McCririck
19 Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen
20 Richard Madeley

From the website atomfilms.com:

The idea is simple, the result is stunning. On November 1, 2001, artist Ahree Lee began taking daily digital snapshots of her own face; and she has continued this project every day since. In 2004, Lee compiled all of her daily images into a montage with a wistful musical score. In the fast-paced parade of images you’re about to see, each second of screen time represents about one week’s worth of pictures.

My post about Underworld the other week started me reminiscing about clubbing in London during the mid-1990s.

A quick Google search turned up megatripolis.co.uk a simple website with a selection of photos and flyers from the Megatripolis club night that ran from 1993 to 1996. All the photos that follow are taken from the site.

A bit of research tells me that the club night Megatripolis was held in Camden and Islington, and then at Heaven and the Marquee. We went during its incarnation on Thursday nights at Heaven a gay nightclub underneath Charing Cross station.

Megatripolis was a mixed night, straight and gay, and of all the clubs I ever visited it was without a doubt the friendliest, least pretentious, and most exciting place. Perhaps that was partly because I was 18 and in my first year of university in London. Could we really have looked so young?

There was a main dance floor (the Cauldron?) and a bar at the back. Most people spent their money on henna tattoos and hippie jewelry that was for sale in a little room off the side of the bar. On the second floor there was a smaller dance floor and a chill out room. Thai dye was almost a prerequisite. As were bongo drums.

We must have gone to Megatripolis almost every week from October 1995 through March 1996. If I remember rightly the night would end with a full English breakfast followed by three hours of Russian language and grammar from 10am til 1pm. Happy days.

UPDATE:

Look what I have found.