A lion is a sphinx with a cat's head

Between the weather, pies, tiredness and the general lull which afflicts every club one month or another, a bit of a subdued Poptimism - but still good to see everyone after what seemed like far longer than it can actually have been. On the way there, I wondered how a station as demographically promising as Pimlico (nearest the Tate, for heavens' sake) can be so unpromising to advertisers as still to have advance posters for season 2 of Green Wing in pride of place. Whilst there, I wondered if there had ever been a J-pop cover of 'Turning Japanese', and if not, why not? And on the way home, I wondered whether I had a) stuck it to Tescopoly with my antics or b) made a drunken exhibition of myself in the supermarket.
This new regime reminds me of when I first got online; the internet was somewhere between home and out, a way to rev up or cycle down.

Was I the only person who didn't realise Garth Ennis' John Woo's 7 Brothers was a miniseries until the penultimate issue? And even then I expected two more issues, rather than one. Which is not to do down the ending, or indeed the story as a whole, which I think got Virgin Comics off to a fine start. I'm just surprised, that's all. Well, surprised and looking for an excuse to use Ronald's big line.

Oh look, the government's sticking it to the BBC again. Tossers. (edit: Actually it was the Met applied for the injunction. Ooops) Speaking of tossers, there's a longer piece on censorship percolating, preaching to the converted though it may be. But it needs a bit more work. Baited breath? I bet.