Well, it took long enough but now I'm finally a film star --

I'd better explain this one. I know a young filmmaker by the name of Nick. He edited a film called "Spades", shown at the Cultural Center last year, and he called me out of the blue the other day and said "would you like to be in a film I'm doing?"

Hardly the sparkle of Hollywood, but it'll do for little old me!

"OK, so what do you want me to do?"

What he wanted me to do was dress like a homeless bum, stand outside an old bingo hall and pretend that I was slightly unhinged as the main actor walked by, noticed that I was a little odd, and he walked off camera. And how does a man pretend to be unhinged? Well, he has to pretend to be the doorman of the bingo hall. So I was wearing another pair of trousers over my pair, the laces of my Reeboks were untied, and I was given a waistcoat that would have fitted me perfectly (when I was twelve) to wear over my white t-shirt.

Oh, and I had to recite the alphabet backwards. Over and over again. Really loudly. As if I were holding a conversation with nobody in particular. As people walked and drove by.

So there I am, with two people working the sound equipment holding a microphone just to the side of me. There's a film camera rolling across the street. And people driving by slow to a crawl because there's some loon reciting the alphabet backwards with an English accent and he looks like a freak.

I loved it! Good luck with the film, Nick.

Listen : Silver Screen (Shower Scene) - Felix Da Housecat ... End Of The Movie - Cake ... Film Me & Finish Me Off - Apollo 440.

I should have posted this yesterday, because it was Earth Day. Seeing as it was, I just wanted to pay homage to the place I call home.

Ain't she something? Don't go messing her up, now.

Listen : Nature's Law - Embrace ... Sweet Harmony - Beloved ... Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology) - Marvin Gaye.

Ah, spring. That time of year, as Alfred Lord Tennyson once so famously wrote, when "a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love."



Or, if you're an ice-hockey player in the AHL, it turns to thoughts of the post-season. Especially if you're playing for one of two teams that'll be facing each other next week in the Playoffs.

A 3-0 victory by the Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Penguins had the Bridgeport Sound Tigers a little miffed, especially when one of the goals was scored in one of the Tigers' power plays, which is why they stopped playing hockey and started playing up close and personal with the Baby Pens. Get a room, lads.

Big thanks to Mike and Dellyn for getting the tickets for the game.

Listen - Throw Your Arms Around Me - Hunters & Collectors ... Kiss - Prince ... Venus As A Boy - Bjork.

House. Electrical stuff. Lots Of Wires.

It's a small point to note, but all the wires for lights are in the ceilings. All the wires leading from outlets and switches run straight up, vertically straight up, the sides of the wood. All other wires that go through the house are all at knee level.

Memo to self: hanging pictures on the walls will not lead to anyone being electrocuted.

I'll be taking some pictures when the plumbing goes in, because you never know when you might want to know exactly where that f@#king leaking pipe is!

Listen : You're Beautiful - James Blunt ... Special Needs - Placebo ... Everything Is Under Control - Coldcut.

We went for a drink.

We went out to the Holiday Inn. A local firm has some sort of convention there tonight, so the place was packed. I didn't know if I wanted to go.

We got a few drinks in, sat around, talked about the usual. Lenny didn't know they were showing Doctor Who on the Sci-Fi channel. The two girls singing were a touch too loud. Maybe I was just in a contrary mood, maybe I didn't want to hear a Bonnie Tyler song followed by a Gwen Stefani song. Maybe I just wanted somewhere less smoke-filled.

We left and got home and they're playing Franz Ferdinand songs on the telly. I like Franz Ferdinand. Maybe if they were singing some of this instead of 'Total Eclipse...' or 'Hollaback Girl'. I don't know.

Listen : Walk Away - Franz Ferdinand ...anything, just not Bonnie Tyler.