being broadcast. I joined them to devour a sandwich while watching the boxing. A reporter writing yet another "why have the council wasted their money on this waste of money it's a waste of money" story was overheard to ask, "so, where is the screen?" There's desk bound and there's desk bound - the screen in question is all of a two minute walk away from the office. There was a quite healthy if grubby looking crowd loitering and shouting "hit 'im". I can see all 275,000 residents of Hull turning up at the same time when something good's on, I really can. There was a street preacher wearing a fancy Madonna Live Virgin-era headset who started to annoy people watching the big screen action because he waswas great fun. There were a few umbrella-offs, as people with similarly enormous rain defenders approached in the opposite direction, but I stood my ground and refused to retract my red and white impaler. Today's lesson was that pavements were not designed with the huge girth of golf brollies in mind. A better idea than an umbrella would be to build massive retractable roofs over cities.Sad retrospective and totally anachronistic car cassette: Stereo MC's Connected

posted by dave - 3:42 pm

Tuesday, August 10, 2004Richard Pryor never met anyone who said when they were a kid, "I wanna grow up and be a critic." I shall be using this nugget in any subsequent revamps of The Worst Seat in the House. As someone that has earned a relatively decent amount