Oh, so you're a liar as well as incompetent?

Drinking in the City earlier. I get a little uneasy in the pubs 80% full of straight men who really want to be alpha male. But when I'm in said pubs, and I go to the loo, and find ads from a campaign on the benefits of shaving your balls - well, is it any wonder that what little gaydar I ever possessed has shorted out?

EastEnders' creator has died, which doesn't really interest me except that apparently he also worked on notorious expat flop Eldorado. As did Doctor Who co-creator Verity Lambert, who died last week. Is there an Eldorado crew serial killer on the loose? And if so, why now? Perhaps he was banged up thirty-odd years ago, had to sit through the whole series because his cell-block daddy loved it, and has decided to seek revenge now gaol overcrowding has seen him released?

Wednesday's Goonite bands, in brief:
Arthur And Martha: reminiscent of Vic20, which is always good. I miss Vic20.
Monster Bobby: much better than you'd expect from a Pipettes associate. Very short songs, a welcome attribute in a support act. Although one of them is about Facebook, already mentioned by A&M. Calm down, dears.
Monday Club: very good at what they do, so far as I can tell, but what they do is sound like the Throwing Muses, whom I never really understood.
Brontosaurus Chorus: still lovely, but I still find it weird owning my friends' voices on vinyl. Digital, I'm accustomed to - but while I normally have no truck with vinyl fetishist nostalgia, here a sense of it being more 'real' somehow kicks in.

Not that there are many signs of life in Myspace these days, but it's still seldom a good sign when one of the last moving inhabitants lumbers into view intent on eating your bains adding you to their band's 'friends' list. A rare exception this week came when I got a request from The Attery Squash, whose synthpop wonder 'Charlie Brooker Is Right About Everything' I heartily recommend. Because he is, you know. Well, except 'Love and Monsters'.