Oh, and if you contributed to the board here, then cheers too. It’s been a blast.

I hope you all have a Very Merry Christmas (unless you don’t want one) and I’ll see you out there.

Hound x

And remember the answer you are looking for is not in the bottom of a pint, it is it the top of the next drink.

Series Two has just been de-commissioned.

Yup. The filming we WERE going to be doing is now just a willow-the-wisp. A televisual futureshock masquerading as a collective memory.

Bollocks.

So instead of making more quality broadcasts, Dr Fact and The antoinette’s are back in Aston, doing their real jobs. Papa J is back teaching and supporting less able electronmicroscopists, and I, well, I’m drinking fairly heavily.

Since I last posted, I’ve lost this job, sacked one of my agents and broken up with my girlfriend of the last four years.

So, if you have a killing spree planned and need someone to carry the guns, myspace me. I’ll even chip in on the cost of the ammo.

I’m on my way back on the train and GET THIS I have broadband. ON THE FUCKING TRAIN.

We live in the future.

Anyways, I am coming back from Durham (I set off at 2.00pm from my house in London, did a night’s work in Durham and am now on the train home)and am listening to my new iPod , which is shuffling through the music that I’ve had time to load into iTunes over the last few days. So far I’m onto the F’s which is okay, as so far on this trip I have enjoyed some Ash, Badly Drawn Boy, Be Your Own Pet, Chaz and Dave, Detroit Cobras and Eels amongst others.

I had to cheat a bit when I was loading my CD’s into the iTunes library, so I’ve got some Muse and Tenacious D on there as well, coz I just couldn’t face leaving the house without some.

So, now as I wend my way through the black nothingy bit of the UK between Peterborough and Kings Cross, I’m bored and using the internet but the longer this goes on, the more I realise that I should have had something to say, rather than just writing for the sake of it.

Oooh, I know something. This scissorhands gubbins is on for two weeks, then we’re back with rugby playing ladies, then students, then B-boys and B-girls. By which point we’ll actually have started filming series two.

Actually, that’s a point – anyone got any requests for series two? Slap it up here, or email me.

Right, we’re in Stevenage now… ooh, just leaving. Right I’m going to fuck off. I’m boring myself.

Have you done something with your hair? It looks great.

Hound

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After all that, I went to hit “Submit Comment”, and my pre-paid time had run out. What a twat.

You got one thing right about me:

“serial fornicator”

Yeah boy! You’ve obviously done your research! Or caught one of us in bed with your missus!

Sexy time!

Al

p.s. do you work for dictionary.com?

It was with further consternation that I read your recent frippery regarding my insightful analysis of said Grime Scene tommyrot. I must apologise for my occasional excursion into exploratory grammatical idions and fallacious diction. Such are the wages of recalcitrance.

I must also add that I am somewhat superannuated by powerful mediaction owing to a long standing malady and a frequent victim of attacks of the vapours.

I must however rebut you however in the most staunch fashion regarding my supposed canine ‘hairiness’ as I pride myself upon my hirsuite economy of said cilium.

May I riposte that you sir are nothing more than a high scoring name in Scrabble. Undoudtably, the ability to ‘rock’ is seemingly prized above all in our society at present, more is the pity. But I must posit that you sir are a rapacious ninny and serial fornicator.

I hope that you will forgive my furious prose and we that may go forward at some point in a renewed spirit of brotherly love without the need for further thrashings.

i thought the main point of the surfers/skaters one was FOR GOD’S SAKE, DON’T PISS IN THE SINK, YOU ANIMAL, wasn’t it? ”

To be honest, that was more the defining factor as to who was “The Griminal” as it’s clearly fairly rank – but as most people watching at home are unlikely to whizz where they sleep (like a weasel does), then the message was more about kitchen hygiene.

But that having been said, were anyone considering having a little tommy tinkle next to their bed then you’re a fu**ing mongrel.

Anyways, for anyone unfamiliar with Planet GSI, Dr Fact is none other than the Marquis of the Microbe, Dr Anthony Hilton.

Yep. We’ve pretty much GSI’d this mutha up.