Black Sack, Sack Pink!

Look at the size of this Santa I couldn’t help noticing in Manchester above the busy Christmas Markets at the weekend. What a huge sack. Apparently in a previous year Santa could be seen moving up and down. I’m a bit disappointed that I didn’t see him do that, like a perverted pole dancer. By the way, all I want for Xmas is to stop hearing that annoying crap Pink song that sounds like a female version of Keith Allan’s football anthem Vindaloo.

Carr not in top gear

We expected to see a great show when we went along to see Jimmy Carr, the Joke Technician but he just didn't deliver. The funniest people there were the audience with their weird comments and questions. Jimmy kept asking "Have you got any questions?", as if he'd ran out of material and the audience kept asking him "Are you gay?". They must've been getting mixed up with his brother, Alan.

Cooked Butt not cooked

I was kindly invited to go along to HanaHana, a Japanese restaurant where they cook your food on a big hot plate in front of you. The last time I went, the food seemed better I must admit but that time I’d had a bit to drink and would probably think eating the sole of my shoe was nice. This time I got up to do the trick where you put an egg on the hot plate, take one of the spatulas and throw it in the air catching it in your chef’s hat. Sounds hard, but I did it without falling back onto the other hot plate and cooking my butt. Sushi was nice, but the fish didn’t seemed cooked ;)

Tardis makeover

I've never managed to see an episode of the new Dr. Who, but I've just found out that David Tenant is going to be replaced. I got thinking who could take over, and the perfect Time Lord candidate is Laurence Llewellyn-Bowen (not Jim's son), surely. Imagine the cushions in the tardis. I got off the bus the other day and was behind the old Dr Who from my day and took a photo of him just before that ray of light cut him in half!