Italian Grand Prix

Oh. That was the German anthem followed by the Italian anthem. If I didn't look at the screen I could pretend it was Schumacher. Well done Vettel though anyway. That was properly like seeing a Minardi win, or a moped or something, and also Gerhard Berger's on the podium.

I bought a very cheap cafetiere the other day and since then I've been wigging out about the cholesterol content of coffee made in a cafetiere. Mostly my plan is barely to use it. Or maybe I'll take the plunger apart and see if I can bung a bit of filter paper in the mesh. I don't know.

Italian Grand Prix

Oh. That was the German anthem followed by the Italian anthem. If I didn't look at the screen I could pretend it was Schumacher. Well done Vettel though anyway. That was properly like seeing a Minardi win, or a moped or something, and also Gerhard Berger's on the podium.

I bought a very cheap cafetiere the other day and since then I've been wigging out about the cholesterol content of coffee made in a cafetiere. Mostly my plan is barely to use it. Or maybe I'll take the plunger apart and see if I can bung a bit of filter paper in the mesh. I don't know.

Acne, Humph and the dancing.

During one of my periodic phases in which I think it'd fairly nice not to have so much acne fifteen years after puberty, I purchased some description of potent cleansing wash. And I can really feel it stripping my face down to the canvas and burning up the underlying nerve roots. It's genuinely a bit like slathering very slightly diluted lava onto your skin. I've given it up now because I think it's better to have an acne-ridden face than none at all.

I've spent much of the weekend watching Humphrey Lyttleton tributes on BBC4. Now I'm missing him powerfully. He was a brilliant person at being a brilliant person. So many people have no facility for it. They go around being brilliant in a fashion that basically makes me want to see them trip over their laces and fall headfirst into a vat of gravy. But Humphrey Lyttleton was perfect. I miss all of them really, as the recording of the stage show reminded me - I particularly miss Willie Rushton, and he's been dead nearly as long as I've had acne - though I'm not sure if I miss them enough to support the return of ISIHAC. I really don't know what I think about that. I think Graeme and Tim and Barry need a similar outlet to perform in, but ... I don't know. What I do know is that I don't want Stephen Fry to be the new host. I just don't. He has QI and he's good at that, but I don't think he's suited to the ISIHAC host role in numerous different ways. Of the current lineup I favour Sandi Toksvig. I heard someone suggest Hattie Hayridge, who I think might have a sufficient air of studied vagueness to carry it off in good style. Though of course Humph's style can't and shouldn't be impersonated, I think it needs someone with a sense of detachment and of not quite fitting in. Humph did it via disdain and feigned exhaustion - I think scattiness or weirdness or even over-enthusiasm might carry it off. Someone not usually seen as a host might be a good plan. Someone who won't be a star about it and who won't try and diminish the roles of the contestants (not that that set would likely let them) while developing an inherently funny character in the background. But not Stephen Fry.

I still don't know.

I also watched the Strictly Come Dancing preview on Saturday. ( Thoughts thereon. )

Acne, Humph and the dancing.

During one of my periodic phases in which I think it'd fairly nice not to have so much acne fifteen years after puberty, I purchased some description of potent cleansing wash. And I can really feel it stripping my face down to the canvas and burning up the underlying nerve roots. It's genuinely a bit like slathering very slightly diluted lava onto your skin. I've given it up now because I think it's better to have an acne-ridden face than none at all.

I've spent much of the weekend watching Humphrey Lyttleton tributes on BBC4. Now I'm missing him powerfully. He was a brilliant person at being a brilliant person. So many people have no facility for it. They go around being brilliant in a fashion that basically makes me want to see them trip over their laces and fall headfirst into a vat of gravy. But Humphrey Lyttleton was perfect. I miss all of them really, as the recording of the stage show reminded me - I particularly miss Willie Rushton, and he's been dead nearly as long as I've had acne - though I'm not sure if I miss them enough to support the return of ISIHAC. I really don't know what I think about that. I think Graeme and Tim and Barry need a similar outlet to perform in, but ... I don't know. What I do know is that I don't want Stephen Fry to be the new host. I just don't. He has QI and he's good at that, but I don't think he's suited to the ISIHAC host role in numerous different ways. Of the current lineup I favour Sandi Toksvig. I heard someone suggest Hattie Hayridge, who I think might have a sufficient air of studied vagueness to carry it off in good style. Though of course Humph's style can't and shouldn't be impersonated, I think it needs someone with a sense of detachment and of not quite fitting in. Humph did it via disdain and feigned exhaustion - I think scattiness or weirdness or even over-enthusiasm might carry it off. Someone not usually seen as a host might be a good plan. Someone who won't be a star about it and who won't try and diminish the roles of the contestants (not that that set would likely let them) while developing an inherently funny character in the background. But not Stephen Fry.

I still don't know.

I also watched the Strictly Come Dancing preview on Saturday. ( Thoughts thereon. )