one more reason I love the british journos. This Guardian review of the new album by Paris Hilton*.

This review is sooooo spot on, that I am not going to force you to wait any longer! Here's a preview:

"For a woman apparently ill-suited to anything more taxing than standing around nightclubs in a pair of really enormous sunglasses, Paris Hilton is quite the polymath. In recent years, the hotel heiress has variously revealed herself to be a TV star, a perfumier, a jewellery designer, a nightclub owner, a model, an actor and an author (albeit one whose book, Confessions of an Heiress, was described by a disgruntled Amazon customer as "a huge blow to the medium of literature as a whole"). You read her CV and boggle at what wildly improbable occupation she might turn her hand to next. Spot-welding? Cognitive neuropsychology?
Alas, no: it's singing. Lest one carp, Hilton has been quick to point out that singing is a vocation for which she is eminently skilled. "I know music," she reassured the Sunday Times children's section. "I hear it every single day."

While this obviously gives Hilton a massive advantage over those who have never heard any music and thus believe it to be a variety of cheese, there remains the nagging suspicion that this might not represent sufficient qualification for a career as a singer, in much the same way as knowing what a child is does not fully equip you for a career as a consultant paediatrician."


That last crack reminds me of something quite important: Later this year, Lee and I will be rejoicing over Easy Peasy (perhaps now called The Complete Guide to Parenting), a new british sit-com starring Peter Davison. Who (i mean davison) will portray a professor of child psychology who is forced to put his theory into practice and look after his 7-year-old son when his wife takes a job based in Paris.

You may be thinking it sounds just like another tired sitcom. Or, one you've seen before. But we know better. Because it stars the hardest working man in british TV, a guy who's barely been off the screen since your mother fell in love with him close to 30 years ago when he played the "loveable layabout" (his words) Tristan Farnon in All Creatures Great and Small.

Does this jog your memory?


Since then, PD has barely left the screen, at least in the UK. Most recently he starred as the wonderfully grumpy Dr. Bill Shore, forced to leave his posh london plastic surgery practice for a temp GP job on a remote island in a bid to try and save his marriage. (the first episode sees him put a hand upside a cow, just for old times sake)


this is now:

NM is enjoying this one, and perhaps we've inducted her into the cult.


*(I can't believe i typed her name...I almost filled in the vowels with *'s, just so I wouldn't feel so dirty.)