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Two films that don't make sense

Mulholland Drive obviously which I saw for the first time yesterday. Just thinking about Rebekah Del Rio singing Crying/Llorando makes me feel all odd. This is even odder. Buya Rebekah doll.

The other inpenetrable film was Piglets Big Movie which was my biggest sacrifice I have had to make as a parent so far.

The Charts

I listened to the Top 40 on Radio One yesterday. Sorry I listened to the "The Official Chart Show with Wes". I'd better get it right. "Hallo, this is Wes" was said in a very important voice by Mr. Butters more than 15 times. Thats when I stopped counting. Very upset that Richard X didn't make the Top 5.

Word: September 03

I used to hate Mark Ellen. David Hepworth especially. They were awful TV presenters when relaunching Whistle Test in the mid 80s and their smugness got out of hand as editors/writers when Q proved to be a success in the late 80s.

Their worst crime was their almost singlehanded (and successful) promotion of the most offensive album ever made and then the Ugly Rumours business.

Of course they have now come good by becoming real life publishers and launching Word magazine earlier this year. Its new seventh issue suffers from Dido on the cover but is redeemed by the excellent Tom Cox, an interview with Kevin Rowland, and insightful staff on Dan Hicks, That'll be the Day, The Deer Hunter, The Coral and the fantastic Jake Arnott.

It used to be Roy of the Rovers, It used to be NME, It used to be Mojo. For thirty years I've been in love with the Radio Times. Yet I now love Word. I still hate Mark Ellen though.