Holiday time

Gods Behaving Badly by not so struggling author Marie PhillipsWell, the countdown says it all: it’s day zero and I’m off on holiday. It’s an astonishing 14 days – two weeks’ holiday! Inconceivable! – but I should be back to regale you all with news, memes, paper-thin reviews and sarcasm towards David Caruso’s acting talents on the 20th.

Since it’s silly season anyway, what news that does emerge in the next two weeks is liable to be dull/completely made up anyway (current odds-on favourite as biggest news item in the next fortnight: David Tennant is to be replaced by the CGI version of himself from The Last of The Time Lords), so hopefully you won’t be missing anything, assuming you don’t all just go somewhere else for news. Hopefully, my third-episode verdicts on things like Mad Men can wait (or I’ll just claim I need to stick out until the fifth episode before delivering judgement).

In the meantime, I leave you in the hands of my rubbish web host, Dataflame. Seeing as everything’s been stable for the last 24 hours, which apparently is as good as I can hope for these days, I’m going to keep my fingers crossed and hope that I’ve finally managed to track down and stamp out the bizarreness that caused their server to have a touch of the vapours* and that the blog will still be here when I get back. It’ll probably still be belting out HG Wells and Orson Welles, as those irritating buggers backslap each other. Sorry about that.

As an aside, I spent the day in Maidstone for a wedding. Made a quick trip to Waterstone’s (Doctor Who annuals in the window and a somewhat presumptuous but entirely plausible invitation to “get to know my favourite new author**” Marie Phillips, whoever she might be, on the inside) before visiting the Pizza Express across from the theatre.

I mention this purely because despite the fact there were pictures of him plastered all over the theatre, I completely failed to notice the fact that the loud man on the table next to ours, gassing on about having to perform on stage three times a day***, was Bubble from Big Brother 2. That, my friends, is how observant I am.

Trust me. Trust my reviews. Hope my holiday makes me more observant.

Ευτυχείς διακοπές!

* For those who are interested, an interest collision between Movable Type’s dynamic publishing functions, FastCGI, .htaccess and hotlink protection; for everyone else, I’m really sorry for boring you rigid like that. I’ll be more interesting when I get back, I promise

** It might have said ‘my new favourite author’. Equally presumptuous, but equally plausible

*** When did panto season start kicking off in August? Is this like Christmas trees in Marks & Spencers?


  • Rob Buckley

    I’m Rob Buckley, a journalist who writes for UK media magazines that most people have never heard of although you might have heard me on the podcast Lockdown Land or Radio 5 Live’s Saturday Edition or Afternoon Edition. I’ve edited Dreamwatch, Sprocket and Cambridge Film Festival Daily; been technical editor for TV producers magazine Televisual; reviewed films for the short-lived newspaper Cambridge Insider; written features for the even shorter-lived newspaper Soho Independent; and was regularly sarcastic about television on the blink-and-you-missed-it “web site for urban hedonists” The Tribe. Since going freelance, I've contributed to the likes of Broadcast, Total Content + Media, Action TV, Off The Telly, Action Network, TV Scoop and The Custard TV.