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In explanation of yesterday's poll; I sought confirmation for my view that while Iris Murdoch had a rare gift for untangling the skeins of the human soul, she couldn't name characters to save her life. A point I either further proved, or completely botched, by getting one of the names wrong myself. It should have been Tallis, not Tannis; I think I was confusing it with the tanis leaves in an Alan Moore short I read over the weekend. Tallis is male, and Morgan is female.

Fur TV is Mark Millar's Unfunnies minus the craft or the point, and genuinely did not deserve to exist.

I should take more of The Vichy Government's assessments on trust: I watched five minutes of Give My Head Peace and indeed, "Gentlemen, you are not funny."

Hostile Hostages isn't a terribly good film, but makes me nostalgic for the days when Kevin Spacey would lend a touch of class to hack films, rather than try and entice people into watching high-profile toss. It also reminded me quite what a sub-Bill Hicks chode Dennis Leary is.

The eighties Cat People lacks the menace and ambiguity of the forties original. However, it does have Malcom McDowell and Nastassja Kinski as incestuous were-panthers and a Bowie/Moroder theme tune. Advantage: eighties.

And RIP John McGeogh. Magazine never get the praise they deserve, except from Momus.