The Apprentice Returns: 'Is that an orange?'

It's the most wonderful tiiime of the yeeeeaaar! That's right folks, The Apprentice is back and so is my weekly run down of all things Apprentice. This week as a special treat you'll get two whole posting from me! Cos there's two whole episodes, innit. Before the the first episode last night I had a look at the candidates interviews to see who I should watch out for and right away shit-talking awkward Ed stood out for me, with his shiny head and his waving arms, 'I don't believe Lord Sugar would find anything difficult about me.' Wow, really? This guy might do well, eh? Another of the candidates I liked was Ellie, maybe it's the lovely Yorkshire accent, maybe it's her no nonsense chat, 'I'm just a nice person really, but I have got a dark side if somebody treats me badly', don't we all. How will my horses do? Let's find out...

DUM DI DUM DI DUM DI DUM DI DUM DI DUM DI DII DII! Here they come, across the bridge all in their nice suits with their suitcases, talking a lot of crap, 'Don't tell me the sky is the limit when there are footsteps on the moon', candidate, Melody, reads her words of wisdom off a fridge magnet. In the boardroom the candidates meet Shoogs for the first time and he explains that this year the name of the game is different, instead of working for him, the winner will be working WITH Shoogs, who will inject £250 grand into an unspecified business. Well some of them have got businesses, others do sales and there's even some inventors. Bespectacled Thomas invented the world's first curved nail file. Impressive, no? I like Thomas, he seems lovely but be warned 'underneath these spectacles is a core of steal.' Aw! No there isn't. Nor does there have to be, stay lovely Thomas and you'll be fine. Back to this weeks task and rather predictably Shoogs splits the teams into boys v. girls. Shoogs gives each team £250 and tells them to buy some fruit, make sumfink wiv it then sell it. Simple.

Ah, the team names, always massively underwhelming and this year is no exception. After throwing some poor to middling suggestions into the ring like 'Platinum' and 'Galvanised', the girls end up go for 'Venture' *YAWN* Leon pipes up with an hilarious suggestion 'Leontrepeneur' for the boys team. HA! But the boys who have no vision and no sense of humour go for 'Logic'. Since these names are so shit I've decided this year to name the teams myself. The girls team shall now be known as SISTA TRIBE and the boys will be THE POSSE CREW. Because moonwalker Melody has been personally taught by the Dalai Lama and Desmond Tutu (yup, that's what she said) she will lead SISTA TRIBE while waving-arm Ed will head up THE POSSE CREW.

The boys head out to the fruit and veg market in search of oranges. Picking up a round orange fruit the killer question is posed, 'is that an orange?' Wow. The girls fair a little better spending only £180 of the Shoogs' money and both teams head back to their kitchens to make their products. SISTA TRIBE split their products into breakfast and lunch, selling fruit salads and minging tomato pasta. THE POSSE CREW decide to go for orange juice and soup. Jim Eastwood (cool name, cool accent) does well in the boys team, diffusing arguments in the kitchen and behaving generally like a good chap. I like him. Actually. Weird. Disaster hits the boys' kitchen, however, when the juicer breaks and the 1400 oranges (we checked, they ARE oranges) have to be squeezed by hand. OUCH. Eventually both teams get their goods out and start selling and the girls seem to be fairing a lot better than the boys but will it be a shock result in the boardroom? No. No is the answer to that. SISTA TRIBE get the shit prize of champagne and some food in the house. Shoogs could've sent them to a nice restaurant at least. Tight.

Meanwhile down at the end of loser street in Heartbreak Cafe, Ed's team sob into their coffees. Now Ed has been 'rolling with the punches' all episode but back in the boardroom he really starts to shine. He talks. And talks. And talks a load of shite, 'that's my character, blah blah blah, I think you're soup man, blah blah blah, I don't fit the mould, blah blah, micro-manage, blah blah, when I was producing that was production, BLAAAAAH!' Jings. Ed brings back Gavin and Leon. Gavin seems alreet and he holds his corner well. Leon, on the other hand....well....

Shoogs: What was you doin' all day?
Leon: I ran the fixed unit.
Shoogs: You mean you was in the lorry?

Brilliant. Ed tries in vain to fight his case and he's really scraping the barrel for excuses, 'not only am I the youngest on the team, I'm the shortest.' Well flippin' done. Ed, you're fired. Oh well, that's life eh? I suppose you have to ROLL WITH THE PUNCHES.

Next time, the teams develop and sell mobile apps. Stay tuned for some offensive stereotypes. Welcome back The Apprentice!

Made in Chelsea: Prepare to be hit by a wall of hate.

Monday saw the beginning of another faux reality series about a group of glamorous young people with big wallets and even bigger egos. My beloved The Only Way is Essex finished it's reem second run last week and now makes room for E4's Made in Chelsea. The trailers gave a good indication of how hateful these people would be and I was not disappointed. They were horrendous. ALL of them; privileged poshos living in one of London's most exclusive areas, all with droning plumby accents, all self involved and all vain.

The first episode begins with a party to celebrate the launch of Ambaaaaa's jewellery line. There was a distinct lack of jewellery, perpetuating the myth that Chelsea parties are just a place to be seen. We meet Caggaaaaaay, she's a singer. A real artist. Deep and that. Then there's Little Lord Fonteroy Francis. Can you guess what he does? Go on guess. You'll never get it. He's a DIAMOND MINER. Yup, for reals. Who's this now? Wait, is that Vigo, the villain off of Ghost Busters II (thanks to @nicklewisbryan on Twitter for that)? Nope, it's just Fredrik who's hair is the only interesting thing about him- NEXT! Ollaaay, who is NOT GAY AT ALL, looks like Ferdie off of This Life's younger, snootier brother. Because Ollaaay is NOT GAY AT ALL he has a girlfriend, Gabriellaaa who inexplicably adores him. Then we have Spencaaaar, charming Spencaaar who has a girlfriend, Fundaaaaaa (I know, I know) but he also likes Caggaaay, although he won't sleep with anyone other than his girlfriend AT THE MOMENT. Told you he was a charmer.

You bored yet? Me too. And I don't know what's going on because I can't understand a chuffing word they're saying, E-NUN-CI-ATE! There are various other faceless glam-bots some of whom I only remember because their names are so ridiculous, like Binkaaay and Cheskaaa. There's nothing endearing about any of these people but what did we expect? Of course there is nothing likeable about being rich and posh and living in Chelsea. People won't watch it in there droves like TOWIE because no one will have a favourite who they love because even though they might be a bit dim, they're probably quite a nice person. This Chelsea lot are also a bit dim, see the 'Charles Dickens wrote Winnie the Pooh' conversation, but they lack that warmth of character. And there's no Nana Pat to give us some down to earth wisdom.

Despite all of it's failings, I will be watching it next week BECAUSE they're so deliciously hateful but I predict even this will get old quickly. I give it three more eps until I hurl a full can of Strongbow through the telly into their tedious symmetrical faces.

Sounds Like Teen Spirit: The bizarre and brilliant world of Junior Eurovision

It's that time again folks, EUROVISION!!!! Cannae wait for the obligatory pairty, pick a country, dress up and bring a themed dish. Can you imagine the opportunity to do this TWICE in ONE YEAR? Well imagine no longer; I give you, JUNIOR EUROVISION. I know, I had no idea either but it exists and Jamie Jay Johnson's 2008 documentary Sounds Like Teen Spirit, followed the kids from selection to the final live show. Technically this is a docu-film but it was on the telly and I liked it so I'm writing about it anyway.

We begin our road to Junior Eurovision in Belgium as they showcase their young talent. And what does Belgium have to offer? Wheelie wearing, line dancing, sugar-dipped Dalton sisters; danced-up accordion playing lads with traditional kicking dance; a spurned 13 year old Avril-Lavigne-alike; bland, rice throwing Bieber-alikes complete with token girl singer. Through the dance of the red blocks a representative is chosen and it's.... Biebers+girl, Trust.

Ruddy hell, it's like the early Olympics apparently, the winners then only got a bit of leafy head wear and these kids now only get perspex trophy. You'd at least expect it to be platinum or solid gold or something, it's just PERSPEX but these kids want it. Including 10 year old Giorgios from Cyprus, the star of the whole show. He begins by showing us around his Mediterranean pad with gems such as, 'This is the door that we go in' and the perplexing, 'This is the fridge. This is where we spend most of our time.' I instantly LOVE this boy. His entry sees him perform with his sequined capped girls but his life at school is far from fab and spangly. As with most theatrical kids, Giorgios is bullied but because he is amazing he wants to thank his bullies or he wouldn't be the person he is. You see? LOVE.

Bulgaria gives us the mildly irritating Bon-Bon. From this group of tweenie Miley Syruses we follow Marina, who's struggling to come to terms with her parents' separation. Her father left her mother for another woman and Marina heart-breakingly thinks that maybe if she does well in Eurovision her dad might come back.

Georgian winner, Mariam, lives in startling contrast to her more well off competitors. We meet her mother and little brother in a run down tower block. As she walks through the streets we see how big a deal this kind of competition is to a country like Georgia. She's greeted like a celebrity, with kisses and hugs and free oranges (don't worry the guy has a car full. Literally).

The kids from Trust are quite boring and normal apart from the one who likes to study in his bathroom and the girls who just wants to meet a nice boy. These ones, I like. When the competition arrives the bitchy adults give their take on who will win. No one puts much faith in Mariam, they mostly think she will come near the bottom so naturally I hope she wins. It reminds me of youth theatre courses I used to go on, the kids all got to know each other and quickly made friends. The comradery is really quite heart-warming. Giorgios says he wishes his whole life could be like Junior Eurovision. If only.

The live show begins hosted by Laurence Llewellyn Bowen and Gwendolyn, the good witch and watched by 23 MILLION across Europe. From Georgia, Mariam's mother watches on an old TV with a dodgy reception as she couldn't be there in person. One by one the acts perform and then the scoring begins. As the scores come in the Ukraine with their horrendous stripping Bonnie Langford seem to be doing well, Greece, Belgium and Bulgaria are not. Georgia, meanwhile are raking in the points and after a win for Bellarus, end up coming in fourth! In your FACE bitchy adults! I am genuinely gutted for Giorgios, though who's dad worries he may get bullied when he gets back to school. For now though, it's disco time! I hope this is what the big people's Eurovision is like too.

The doc isn't really about Junior Eurovision but about the kids and their disparate lives in Europe. Although Mariam returned to Georgia a national hero, she and her family had to flee there town shortly after when conflict with Russia broke out. The film maker muses that these children are the future of Europe and can perhaps change it for the better. Here's hoping.

Doctor Who: NO SPOILERS! Just my Humble Predictions.

Did anyone see that teaser they showed for Doctor Who last night? What the fuck was that behind the President??!! I am right royally freaked out before the new series has even begun. All the Twitter hype from those lucky smugos who got to see the screening a couple of weeks ago suggest this is Doctor Who's darkest and scariest opener yet. I am so excited that I haven't been able to talk about it out loud, lest I deafen/bore/squeeze to death the poor recipient of my Doctor Who based rant/high-pitched noise. So I'm getting all my excitement out in list form. Since I was not privy to the screening this blog has a no spoilers guarantee. Don't you worry, I'm just a crazed fan like you. So here is my Top Five Doctor Who Series Six Predictions.

5.Pond Legs
I predict that Amy Pond will wear the tiniest skirts in the most inappropriate and potentially life threatening situations. For example, maybe she's trapped in a pit and is about to be eaten by a giant sand beast. She looks around and sees a wall with rocks that jut out and decides to scale it to escape her certain doom. Surely this is a situation for jeans, yes? Potential knee scrapage and all that? To be fair if I had legs like Karen Gillan I'd wear tiny skirts all the time too. Also there would certainly be outrage from the male nerd population if her legs were hidden away in jeans so thank Moffat for Amy Pond and her wee skirts.

4. RUN!
My next prediction is the hallmark of many a sci-fi show, lots of running. Look out a Dalek! RUN! You will be deleted! RUN! Must find the Master! RUN! Shit, it's the Master! RUN! Flying Shark! RUN! End of the Universe! RUN! Pft, I'm all puffed out. I predict the cast will have run at least one marathon while filming. The Doctor doesnae dawdle, eh?

3. AAAH!!! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
As I mentioned in my preamble this series is set to be seriously scary apparently, a return to the hiding-behind-the-sofa-days for real. Doctor Who does scary good; the Weeping Angels terrified the living daylights out of me. I still get freaked out by statues, thanks a lot Moffat! But actually though thanks Moffat, excellent scare. Another one of his great creations was the Vashta Nerada, a swarm of carnivorous creatures masquerading as shadows. And of course who could forget the Empty Child. Feeding on a common fear of the image of the gas mask and making it all the more creepy by putting it on a child (for some reason children are always well more creepy than adults) and then making it a monstrous creature that turns you into a vision of itself with one touch. 'Are you my mummy?' An advert for staying away from lost children if ever I saw one. What could possibly be more terrifying than that? The Silence, apparently. Shit.

2. BRITAIN, BRITAIN, BRITAIN
Even though the opener is set on American soil, Doctor Who is, was and will always be quintessentially British. We've got all the good history, Shakespeare, Queen Victoria, Charles Dickens, Agatha Christie, Winston Churchill and who knows who'll pop up in this series? The doctor himself is essentially an eccentric Englishman, with his bow tie and his tweed and his Police Box Spaceship, all iconic and all British. I bet Gallifrey was a bit like Britain, Britain with red grass. This series we are lucky to have an episode written by brilliant British fantasy novelist, Neil Gaiman. NEIL FUCKING GAIMAN! I am beside myself with excitement for that particular episode especially. As well as being dark and scary and all that this time around, doctor Who is always a caper and no one does a caper like we do a caper. Bring on the japes.

1. Domestic Strife?
The Doctor now has a married couple travelling with him after Rory and Amy's nuptials at the end of last series. How will the dynamics change? Will our Doctor feel somehow jealous of his counterparts because being a loan ranger has always been his thing? But then there's River Song. Who IS she? Who is she? Is she the Doctor's missus? Have Rory and Amy shown the Doctor that travelling through time and space with yer other half is actually no bad? Will the Doctor finally decide to pick a lady and stick? Oh the questions. Questions that may begin to be answered in T-Minus 20 MINUTES!

I will be back tomorrow with a short yet gushing post about tonights episode. Enjoy Who fans! GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

The Crimson Petal and the White: My New Telly Crush

Eee, that Crimson Petal and the White were good, weren't it? Based on the Michael Faber novel, it's a dark and saucy jaunt through Victorian London's Seedy underworld and EVERYONE was in it, acting brilliantly and everything.

There's a plethora costume dramas on the telly so what's so good about this one? Well first of all it looks bloody brilliant. Victorian London's underbelly is more terrifying than I have ever seen it, screams that ring out down the foul streets are met with indifference by the toothless, drunken, pox ridden inhabitants. The soundtrack adds to the nightmarish, claustrophobic atmosphere, muffled as though it were being listened to underwater, it gives the feeling you are drowning in this filthy underworld. This eerie setting is where we find Mrs. Castaway's brothel where our heroine, Sugar (Romola Garai), earns her keep.

Articulate Sugar writes of the bloody revenge she would reek on the disgusting men who come to the brothel and I am intrigued as to the reason why such a bright girl should have had to turn to prostitution. When privileged perfume magnate, William Rackham (the lovely Chris O'Dowd) arrives at Mrs. Castaway's he is like all the others, there to escape from financial woes and a troubled home-life but he becomes entranced by Sugar and pays to have her services exclusively, eventually moving her into a flat away from the slums she grew up in.

It's all happening in Victorian London as we find out that Rackham is a bit of a cunt, selfishly indulging in his pleasures while his wife loses the plot at home. It's not been revealed yet exactly what is wrong with Agnes Rackham (Amanda Hale) but whatever terrible trauma she's suffered, it has turned her barmy. Seeing Sugar from her window one day, Agnes believes that she is her guardian angel sent to save her. Sugar becomes very protective of Agnes, rushing to her aid when she collapses of malnutrition and when William casually mentions that he and Agnes have a child together, the resentment for William creeps back in as Sugar begins to see how self-absorbed he is.

Having only seen O'Dowd in comedy before it was a happy surprise to see him in a dramatic role. Also, good English accent. Garai plays Sugar other-worldly yet powerful while Hale does crazy very well. The rest of the cast are as fantastic, playing the sub plots beautifully. Mark Gatiss plays William Rackham's sexually repressed brother who finds himself having lustful feelings for philanthropic widow, Mrs. Fox (Shirley Henderson). However, he set himself on fire and she's probably just died of consumption at the end of last weeks episode so disappointingly we probably won't be seeing much of them this week. Richard E. Grant pops up as the creepy Dr. Curlew and Gillian Anderson is excellent as wretched hag and Madame, Mrs. Castaway, who it turns out is Sugar's mother! Jings. It's like a mini-soap with nice frocks.

At the end of last weeks episode, Sugar suggests taking up the role of governess to William and Agnes' thus far unseen daughter. How will Agnes react when her guardian angel comes to live with her? Will we finally find out the cause of her mental delusions? Will Sugar carry out her acts of revenge on William? Will we get to see Chris O'Dowd's balls again? Tune in tomorrow night, BBC2 at 9, to find out...

Campus: ROFL?

I need to stop getting excited about new telly programs because they are related to old ones that I love. It's an automatic response which pretty much always leads to crushing disappointment, like it did tonight with Green Wing writers' latest effort Campus. The trailers were promising, boasting the same kind of over the top, surreal antics once offered by Green Wing. The scene with Sue White (the brilliant Michelle Gomez. Where did you go? Come back to telly, Michelle!) sporting the big Monty Python-type arms is still hands-down one of the funniest things I have ever seen. I was jazzed to see a much needed injection of surreal daftness rejoining television schedules that are over-run with mediocre sitcoms and bland sketch shows. Hurray for the weird!

Campus was slow to start, introducing us to each of the characters, all of which seem to be a rehashing of Green Wing types. Imogen Moffat (Lisa Jackson) and Matt Beer (Joseph Millson) are clearly the series romance. He's an swaggering womaniser, she's a anxious mouse, they're so different but there's chemistry there so watch this space... YAWN. Seen it. Next! Okay, how about the slightly pathetic one, Flat (Jonathan Bailey), who looks up to the womanising Matt Beer, following him about like a sweaty puppy? Oh, right, that type's been done too. Then there's the bizarre, brash, nutter, Jonty de Wolfe (Andy Nyman); he gets the bizarre outfits and the outlandish lines, a bit like Sue White, yeah? Well, to a point yes. The scene where he stands in a green dress, conjures a small cymbal bashing monkey from Matt Beer's sock and then disappears is very Sue White but Wolfe also has bouts of racist behaviour that isn't funny. I think the idea is that Wolfe is meant to be ludicrous in every way and we can see his racism as an offshoot of that but unfortunately it doesn't come off that way. It's eye-rollingly stupid and nothing more.

There are hints of what Campus could be, however; mechanical engineering lecturer, Lydia Tennant (Dolly Wells) is so far sublime, "At school they called me the big shit. Because I was a big shit. And also, I do big shits". Juvenile and crude yes, but also fucking funny. There wasn't nearly enough of her, hopefully she'll feature more as the weeks go on. Also Flat is actually quite good too. He said 'ROFL' and 'sexing'. More of this please. The setting of a middle of the road uni is promising too, and hopefully we'll see a bit more student/lecturer interaction (steady), providing good dynamics for a few funny scenes.

To summarise, although there were a few good bits, nothing as yet has been truly LOLful and I'm not really sure where it's going but I'll maybe stick around for the next few weeks to see if it does finally get off the ground. So unfortunately for Campus, with Green Wing as its sister, it's never going to be the sexy one.

The Return of Adam & Joe = Probably the Happiest Day of My Life

The outpouring of joy was palpable when it was announced that Adam & Joe would be returning to their 6 Music show for a twelve week run. They were sorely missed, especially by me and you probably, like somebody had ripped off my ears and wouldn't give them back for fifteen months. For fifteen months I wandered through the radio wilderness, dipping into my old podcasts on Cd's what I made with a melancholic happiness. There's nothing like listening to an Adam & Joe podcast or a Black Squadron command with fresh ears, this week my ears were once again made delirious. Since this isn't strictly telly, I thought I'd use this as an opportunity to revisit my favourite classic Adam & Joe Show sketches from their telly days in honour of their return. I was going to do a Top Five but it was well too hard so I'm rolling with a Top Six instead. They call me Tony Maverick (not really). Aye, so, here ye are....

6. American Beautoy
This cuddly toy homage, or piss-take, of the Sam Mendes classic (ahem) is packed full of quotes, overused by my brother and I and my pals. This is the opening line: 'My name is Molester Burnham, by the end of this film I'll be dead and you'll wish you were.' Brilliant. There are a number of other things that make this parody excellent: the monkey playing Spacey that weirdly looks very like Spacey, the Dancing Bag ('Dance ye fucker! Large it!'), the Real Estate Lion King ('Hakunamatata.'), to name but a few. Intrigued? YouTube! Go! Now! Or in a minute.

5. People Place
'Welcome to People Place, the show that goes wherever there's a place with people, in it.' I'll give the person who can name the original show being parodied here a MILLION POUNDS, not really, but I will give you props. Whatever its name, it was one of those filler show, watched by no-one for more than three minutes. The beige presenters seemed to travel to shopping centers and attempt to fill a show with the blandest gubbins you ever did see. The essence of it all is captured in 'People Place': the matching yellow jogging suits, the crap, mind numbingly pointless items ('What's in your boot?' 'Luggage.') and the bizarre asides('Take a look at this mug tree. Just give it a whizz and mugs there is!' See when I was twelve, THAT was the funniest thing I'd ever heard).

4. Star Wars in Their Eyes
Buckles and Cornballs parodies using Star Wars figures were always brilliant and there were loads to chose from, 'The Imperial Family', 'TFI A long time ago in a Galaxy far, far away.', 'Big Jabba', 'Chew Wants to Be a Millionaire', but my favourite has to be 'Star Wars in Their Eyes', mainly because of C3P0 and R2D2's homoerotic (can droids be homoerotic?) Pet Shop Droids. Dressed in the yellow pointy hats they sing 'Come on, R2D2 touch me,' (to the tune of 'Se a vida e') and for some reason this line rendered me and my pals helpless. I love that the premise of the film is that Luke finds his Dad (Darth Vader, 'member?) embarrassing when he sings karaoke: 'Gee Han, my Dad is so embarrassing.' The absolute best thing about it though has to be Mattchew Kelly, a plastic Wookie in a spangly suit? Aye, that'll do me.

3. The 1980s House
Sending up the, what I call, 'time-travelling home shows' (catchy, eh?) of the time, like 'The 1900s House', 'The 1980s House' follows the Fatboyslim family as they attempt to live life as they would have done way back in the 1980s. The house they come up with is actually pretty awesome, I genuinely want to live there, I mean they've got a telly alarm. Amazing. Seriously though, pull up the video on YouTube and check out Adam, the mum's, reaction to the house and also his hair. Both are fucking funny. Joe plays dad, Paul, who works as stock market trader. After champagne and a few lines of coke he heads off to work on his Sinclair C5. Ha! Why, oh why did they not catch on? Also after you've watched this, look for Adam's 80s song what he did for song wars, it has the same feel to it.

2. Omniken: Handy Andy
This sketch is pure jam-packed with LOLZ, ROFLs, LMAOs etc. Ken Korda interviews Handy Andy-Kane off of Changing Rooms, 'perhaps the most famous carpenter since Jesus'. Handy lives on a caravan site in Lower-Blackendecker. 'Handy was the youngest child of Randy and Mandy Andy-Kane and grew up along with brothers Dandy and Sandy and Sister Candy, next to the Wandsworth branch of B&Q.' *DIES LAUGHING* Ken Korda was a family favourite, with my brother and I impersonating his bizarre Morrissey/Kermit the Frog/car horn voice, great fun to do and very addictive, others may find you extremely annoying. Also Handy Andy is an excellent sport, engaging fully in the piss-take, creating art out of old junk which he calls 'Cryptosmashism'. But how does he find time after his 'DIY time' for 'ME-IY time'? Just watch it, it's fucking funny.

1. Dr. Spankles Hollywood Waxorama
An obscure choice maybe but it's my number one because it's weird, daft and uses real people as actual paying customers. Everyone likes them wax museums where the models move and talk, right? Well Adam & Joe test this theory by opening their Hollywood themed museum with shop dummies acting out scenes from famous films. First up it's Tom Cruise in 'Mission Impossible' and as the tatty shop dummy is lowered down, the looks on the faces of the customers are priceless as it begins to dawn on them that this museum might be total shite. Look out for Tom Hanks in Philadelphia, there are no words. Some people go with it and laugh at the crude exhibits but others don't look so amused. I would give my right and left arms to have gone to 'Dr. Spankles Hollywood Waxorama', so whenever I see a run-down, shit looking exhibit, I am going, lest I miss something as wonderful as the museum Buckles and Cornballs laid on that day.

Now please go and enjoy these and the many other A&J videos on YouTube. See you next Saturday Black Squadron! Why be Denny Different?!

Oh and Stephen.....?