KITT, scan my vital signs

Sad but true: I’m refreshing my favourite bittorrent page every few minutes, because I want to see David Hasselhoff cry on American Idol. right. now.

As for other bad television… I have succumbed to Big Brother (UK). Oh noes!

My only previous experience with the show was the finale of BB 1 (NL), seven (?) years ago. Yes, I have been strong for the best part of a decade. Anyway, not going to explain myself. Just… freakshow! They must all die a thousand deaths, these uncouth members of Generation Beck’s, these loose moraled bullies, these sluts and dunces. Vile Sezer in particular, with Nikki ‘want a pony or I’ll hold my breath till I explode’ a close second and Richard the scheming bastard third.

I feel dirty. Time for some expressionist art.

Talking about Poland

Talking about Poland, I’m not a catholic but I like catholic religious imagery. Some six or seven years ago, I worked in the museum ‘Catharijne Convent’ in Utrecht, a museum of religious art, based in a medieval nunnery. When I left, I was given a piece from their collection, a statue of St Aloysius Gonzaga, Patron of Catholic youth. It was suggested I take him to Dublin, to save the poor unfortunate sinner musicians.