''He's got more finger's in more pies than a leper in a pie factory''

Life on Mars comes to an end in two weeks time.

For those who have been literally living there lives on Mars, it's a series about Sam Tyler, a policeman in 2006 who gets is involoved in a car accident and wakes up in 1973.

Is he in a coma?
Is he dead?
Is it real?

I guess we will find out.

So you take the police methods of 2006 and drop them into the 1970's.

Sam Tyler's calm approach constantly clashing with the beat them first/questions later approach of his boss, Gene Hunt.

This has been a cracking series and it's kinda of a good thing that is it ending only after two seasons as it will have a definite ending, although there are rumours of a sequel series set in the eighties called ''Ashes to Ashes'' - this time focusing on Gene Hunt alone.

How it's going to end I don't know.

I'm going to miss the show, but part can't wait to find out how it will resolved.

The new Wembley stadium looked impressive as we walked toward it, the fading daylight making it look even more iconic, the large metal arch hanging high and confidant in the sky.

We passed the new stadium by and continued to the arena, the fountain had a little dance when the coloured lights hit it, and some non-de script country music was playing over the PA system.

We entered the arena itself, hoards of people rushed by in attempts to buy beer and junk food before going to their assigned seats.

We entered the arena itself, our seats were on the right side of the auditorium and we had a clear view of the stage, looking down on the masses of fans below us , like the Olympian gods themselves.

We sat and after a short period of time the house went dark and the stage lights ignited; the main attraction came out onto the stage to be applauded and screamed and generally adored and idolised.

''It takes a lot of money to look this cheap'' she quipped to an appreciative audience.

Then she went into her first song, a story of jealousy and insecurity.

''Jolene''

Yep, it was Dolly Parton in concert.

I ain't no line dancing bear, but I have to say it was great show.

Welcome to Dollywood.

I'm lying in bed with G.

It's about 10am.

He has been up since 7am, doing stuff, organising our lives while I was snoozing the morning away.

He came up and climbed on the bed, my arm easily slips over his leg.

He has great legs.

We're just laying there and Baker Street comes on whatever music channel is playing on the TV.

This song, every time I hear it takes me back to my school days and getting drunk with a chap called Micheal Gass.

We got drunk for the first time on a school trip to York, where after visiting the Train museum we bought a six pack of Skol lager and got twisted in the park.

We were fourteen or fifteen.

The Teacher was not very impressed.

After then we went drinking on a regularly basis, both of us being bigger than the average pupil therefore getting served was not an issue.

I think we were friend because he used to sit behind me in registration, I remember having a debate with him about the fate of Winston Smith from 1984.

He said he never dies in the book, I said he did as there was a sentence on the last page that detailed a bullet entering the brain of Smith.

Anyway.

we both left school and I haven't seen him since.

I heard that he joined IBM.

I hope he's ok.

But listening to that sax solo bought it all back for me.

Like it does every time.

I'm sitting in the meeting and I'm not completely engaged.

It's been dragging on for an hour and there is only so long that I look interested.

I doodle a little, I write my name over and over on the pad in front of me.

I draw the Tardis and a MKII Viper.

'natch.

It's a PR meeting discussing the launch of the new hotel. There are three ladies form the PR company, who in general, wee quite friendly and nice, compared to the two marketing bitches representing the company.

The PR company presented their idea for the launch of the hotel;

Because it is located on the river, they want use the theme of the water as much as possible.

Ok so far.

So all collateral they propose to source some kind if image of water, the river that can become part of the hotels own unique branding.

Ok, still good.

And for launch itself they would like to fly in,from all over the world, water from different rivers.

Then invite the local religious leaders to come to the hotel and the water can be mixed in a silver cup.

''It would be symbolic'' she said

Oh My Fuck.

I left to go meet G and to see a movie , leaving the PR guys to have their wank.

Talking to G this morning about the impending release of the Dr Who story 'Survival' reminded me just how good th efinal speech was;

"There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, and the sea is asleep, and the rivers dream. People made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there's danger, somewhere there's injustice, somewhere else the tea's getting cold. Come on, Ace; we've got work to do!"

Man, I love that.

For me there is no such thing as a spoiler.

I want to know what is happening in my favourite shows, I don't enjoy them any less, in fact I think on omew I enjoy them more.

Take for example the upcoming season finale of Battlestar Galactica.

I cannot wait to see how all this cool stuff is going to unfold.

Just because I looked in all the cupboards and closets when I was a kid for christmas presents, doesn't mean I disrespect others so I do agree that spoilers should be given a warning.

If your a BSG fan - major spoiler ahead but have written it in 'invisiotext' - so highlight to read.

Anders/Tigh/Tyrol and Laura's aid realises that they are cylons

Starbuck returns at the end of the episode saying she has been to earth and can show the fleet the way there

Invisiotext off.

I am really stoked to see how this pans out.

buu

*WOW*  I hadn't realised how angry the sky looks in every pic....

It looks like I feel after a night on the sauce and no apsrin's to hand.

I'm sure 'G' misses it too.

''So, tell me..'' my brother ask's over a pint on Friday night in the Pub, ''what was the best part of the trip to San Francisco?''

G and I had driven up from London that afternoon, the traffic hadn't been too bad and it was good to get behind the wheel.

The pub was on the outskirts of Cannock, kind of in the countryside but close enough to the town for a short drive to the kebab house.

Man, I hate Cannock.

But that's another Blog.

''Seeing the Golden Gate Bridge'' I said ''It's always been so iconic to me.''

He asked G the same question.

''Just being there and seeing these things with you'' replied G.

Boy, did I give the wrong answer.

Kevin Smith is coming to London in April to do one of his infamous Q&A sessions.

Now, a year ago I would have been excited as I really dug the guy back then, but now I couldn't give a fuck.

His blog ''www.silentbobspeaks'' was great back then, it was interesting, informative and very witty.

Reading his and Wil Wheaton's www.wilwheaton.net is what got me interested in the whole blogging world, they really inspired me to take a break from downloading porn and put pen to paper, or to be more accurate, finger to keyboard.

These days though, his blog is a hollow shell of it's former self.

If he is not detailing the latest installment of how much wieght he has lost - neatly entitled ''Fat Fuck versus Food'' he's using it as a platform to get back at anybody who has made a criticism in his direction.

And you just can't respect that, y'know?

So I'll give the Prince Charles theatre a wide berth on April 3rd.

Hell, with my gut I would have to do that anyway but I can think of better things to spend thirty quid on.

Ice cream for instance.

He looked older, in fact he looked every one of his 54 years.

His was a life times of good times and interesting people, of booze galore and countless men looking for a convenient fuck.

Convenient for both of them, that is.

He hailed from a prominent Dublin family, all of them well connected and successful and even though he was a Doctor, he probably the least successful of all.

But he didn't care.

I loved him once.

And as I sat in front of him as we ate lunch, talking about people we knew in Dublin, his friends that I had been introduced too, I sat with a kind of emotional detachment.

I didn't love him anymore.

I hadn't loved him for years, or should I say been in love with him for years.

The full beard made him look old, his middle age spread was..spreading, and his capacity for booze that had once been impressive was now not so.

The two bottles of wine -not very good ones at that- were having an effect.

When I was in Dublin we would sit in Gleeson's in Booterstown 'til closing then wander down to the Punchbowl and carry on 'til 2 or 3 in the morning, depending on how early the start was the next day.

He taught me how to drink.

We finished our brief lunch and I walked him to the pier in Canary Wharf so he could get the clipper back to the Savoy pier, I was like a nephew escorting his slightly eccentric uncle home.

And that's how I think of him now.

From Paddy -

Add up your total, then copy and paste the rules onto your blog and post your total.

Mine was £565.

I'm a little disapointed.

Smoked Weed - £10
Did Acid - £5
Ever had sex at church - £25
Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you-£40
Had sex with someone you met on Internet - £25
Had sex for money - £100
Vandalised something - £20
Had sex on your parents' bed - £10
Beat up someone - £20
Been jumped - £10
Crossed dressed - £10
Given money to stripper - £25
Been in love with a stripper - £20
Kissed some one who's name you didn't know - £0.10
Hit on someone of the same sex while at work - £15
Ever drive drunk - £20
Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk - £50
Used toys while having sex - £30
Got drunk, passed out and don't remember the night before - £20
Went skinny dipping - £5
Had sex in a pool - £20
Kissed someone of the same sex - £10
Had sex with someone of the same sex - £20
Cheated on your significant other - £10
Masturbated- £10
Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend -£20
Done oral- £5
Got oral- £5
Done/got oral in a car while it was moving - £25
Stole something - £10
Made a dirty home video - £15
Had a threesome - £50
Had sex outdoors - £20
Been in the same room while someone was having sex - £25
Had sex with someone over 10 years older - £20
Had sex with someone under 10 years younger - £25
Been in love with two people or more at the same time - £50
Said you love someone but didn't mean it - £25
Went streaking - £5
Went streaking in broad daylight - £15
Been arrested - £5
Spent time in jail - £15
Peed in the pool - £0.50
Played spin the bottle - £5
Done something you regret - £20
Had sex with your best friend - £20
Had sex with someone you work with at work - £25
Had anal sex - £80
Lied to your significant other - £5
Lied to your significant about the sex being good - £25

So this little Blog has been ranked number one in the last twenty four hours.

Can somebody tell me what that means?

I mean what is the criteria and all that?

Is it as cool as I think it is?

I'm sitting in the office, the portacabin that is onsite at the hotel.

It's basic, not very tidy but workable.

J , The Director of Sales is sipping his herbal tea when my mobile vibrates.

I answer and it is a colleague from Manchester, calling for some advice on something.

I dutifully answer the questions and give them a little advice for which they are grateful.

Just before the conversation ends, I hear a familiar shout in the background.

''I wanna talk to him...''

JB the canadian comes on the line.

I feel for her at the moment, her mother is very sick with cancer and undergoing chemo. It doesn't help that JB is in Manchester and her mother is in Vancouver.

The conversation on the phone is difficult, mainly due to the fact that JB ha a mouthful of crisps whilst she talks.

Man, I HATE that shit.

I think I am kinda hyper sensitive to the noise people make when they eat.

I hate all that smacking of the lips and chewing with the mouth open, hate it.

It makes me tense and irritatable.

I can put up with anything, 'cept that.

I think it was comes from my stepfather.

Jeez he was a slob.

With a capital 'S'

Heck, last summer when I shared the same office with JB she had this terrible habit of crunching ice all day long.

Until I banned it.

I know it's a little obsessive, I get that.

But heck, as obsessions go,it's pretty harmless.

Or maybe I'm just crazy!