alexsarll | Stand back, I'm going to try Science!

Last week's wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey episode of Misfits got a lot of love from the papers. And yes, it was gripping and well-acted and all that - but it was also fundamentally flawed, because they cheated. Every time we've seen Curtis go back in time using his powers, he has then lived through the repeated time at the standard one-second-per-second rate. So when he goes back to the night he gets busted, stops himself getting busted...and then flashes forward to find that because he wasn't on community service, the rest of the group got killed - that's changing the rules. Yes, this way he gets taught a lesson about responsibility, and sets up a dilemma for next week because now he's not split up with his old girlfriend...but if that's changed, why would he have got together with Alisha in the first place? He doesn't seem like that kind of guy. If his power had worked the same way we've always seen it work before, he could still make sure that he was at the community centre on the day of the empowering storm, as a passerby. And, because he'd know everything else that was going to happen, he could also save the obnoxious chav boy (if he could be bothered) and set up a solution whereby they could stop the psycho probation worker without killing him, thereby getting the whole murder business off their backs. Plus, while he's living through the however-many-months second time around, he can place a few canny bets here and there - though never twice at the same bookmaker, obviously. Hell, even I can remember a couple of surprise sporting results from that period, and then you've got Michael Jackson dying before he does any of his O2 shows...

I've not updated with anything in the diaristic line in a week, have I? And even though that week included Robin Ince hosting Bright Club: Space, and establishing that the Shaftesbury is a perfectly acceptable local pub in spite of my failure ever to have had a drink there before, and was generally fairly entertaining, I still somehow feel none of it quite makes for Content. Except the final Poptimism of the noughties, perhaps, which did as good a job as can be done of summing up a very fractured decade in pop - I think Girls Aloud got more tracks played than any other band, which is only right and proper. Though clearly there were always going to be omissions; walking to my bus stop after, the South Bank skaters were pulling stunts to N*E*R*D and I thought, oh yeah, we didn't get them. But how can I complain when I got to dance to 'The Thong Song' while wearing a Green Lantern ring? Yes, I really am that cool.