Ginger DJ Rob

This has got to be the Mighty Boosh of gaming. Little BIG Planet on PS3 may be a simple platformer but it's great fun for co-op playing. So far we're about 70% through the story mode collecting all the materials, stickers and items which will help us create our own game levels to share on the network. The character design is very cute as you can see with your very own SackBoy or SackGirl being able to customise their own clothing, headgear, wigs, tails(?) etc. The controls are quite simple though in places they can get slightly frustrating but the home-made style graphics and infectious music make up for it.

After seeing the preview show back in August, I hadn't set my expectations high for the actual paid for show in Brighton. Although we bought our tickets way back last year in November I thought we'd be a lot nearer the front especially being a member of the Modwolves fan club and being a day earlier than the general public were allowed to buy theirs. Unfortunately, this was not the case as we were to the far left with about 200 seats getting a better view. Another gripe was the early start and no chance to buy drinks - damn that Brighton Centre for running a tight(arsed) ship. There were quite a few changes for the better with many of the fragmented scenes re-ordered including the Honey Monster (I won't say when and how in case you haven't seen it). I think the Boosh management have been listening to their public (they may have even read my blog but I may be getting cocky now) as they included Series 3 character favourite, Crack Fox . Rolled on in a huge wheelie bin su

It so nearly didn’t happen and by mid afternoon Saturday we even debated to cancel the party. All through the working week we were struggling to muster up enough energy to do any preparation and even missed out on the annual chaos that is Lewes Bonfire Night thanks to that crappy flu like cold. Luckily, we’d booked Friday off for the back-breaking work to clear all the remaining hardcore, old plaster and concrete fireplace taking it to the dump. Kerry was still too ill to help so I dosed up with everything we had to scrub the back yard clean. Saturday was more work with the dining room (soon to be dance) floor to be have the laminate finished and skirting boards fitted. The weather started to misbehave and with 60mph winds expected we ditched the pop-up marquee for the tarpaulin. A few breakages and scratches along the way whilst moving furniture and decorating put us on a downer but the fakes cobwebs, skeletons etc. made the place look excellent. Trev and Pom rolled up early with th

Cleaning the house with a head cold isn't at all fun obviously but that's exactly what had to be done for our visitors, Neil and Nikki before their Oz migration. It was Tuesday that hit me the worst having to take the day off work but even then I couldn't totally rest with more tidying and food shopping to do. Kerry spoiled us with cinema tickets to see Quantum of Solace at the Duke of Yorks. They offer some cosy double settees for a little extra. Shame the audio was so naff sounding like a loud TV through the neighbours wall, plus the heating was unbearable. The film itself needed close attention to follow what was going on, doubly so with the sound levels so low. Some of the action sequences were great but they tried too hard. This Guardian article seems to sum up what's wrong with action film editing. The critics were correct to say there was very little humour as it turned out to be a dark film, still gripping (if you were paying attention) but after Casino Royale

Last Saturday was yet another Underworld gig but had plenty of promise. Brixton Academy always delivers a good vibe plus we were meeting up with new mates, Candide, Gavin and Jackie from St. Albans which we'd met from Wireless. Kerry was in London anyway having her haircut by long-time trimmer, Tony who had earlier that day had been released from an over-night stay at the police cells for GBH not GHB. Apparently so extra pervy gay guy stuck his hand down Tony's pants then after a Tony telling off, the guy cracked him over the head with a bottle. Somehow Tony recovered and beat the crap out of him. If it wasn't for the CCTV proof Tony could have been charged. With Kev and Karol bedridden with flu, we prepare for the night around Steve and Sam's who have just got over the hideous same illness. I could almost feel the germs attacking me or it might have been having to watch X-Factor again thanks to Jake. After small cock-up with the pizza delivery, we went to the Ivan'