Paradise Lost

And so ends another season of the bewildering and intriguing action/sci-fi/drama show Lost. After a pretty lengthy downturn in the quality of the show it has really bounced back in the last 5 or so episodes and last nights one was quite the corker (in my opinion). As usual it left more questions than answers but if it didn't why would we watch it? No one is intrigued by a solved mystery, such is human nature. I don't think I'll bother discussing the ins and outs of the episode lest anyone who is reading this hasn't seen it yet (I wonder does anyone actually read this) but suffice to say it's worth a gander.

In other news, my efforts to get a Cuban tourist visa by next Wednesday are causing me no end of grief. Aside from their excellent hold music my dealings with Visafirst have been nothing short of infuriating. All the classic customer support failings are there - inability to get in touch with who you want to talk to, support staff who can barely speak English and a general mood of apathy are all present and correct. All these failings are designed to instil in my heart feelings of extreme frustration and anger, which I vent by randomly shouting out "FUCK" in the middle of the office. What a laff riot. Keep your fingers crossed and say prayers for me. Cheers folks.

I read today that over 14 billion quid has been allocated to the HSE for this fiscal year. That's 14 and NINE zeroes folks. Over 3 grand for every single person in this country. Think of what you could do with that money and now picture it disappearing into the voracious black hole that is our health system. It should really make you feel very, very sad because it is likely that very little of that money will be spent wisely. However, here's hoping eh?

I've decided to resurrect my old Last.fm journal entries re: Edison Sputnik which I never really kept going at all. In fact I did one entry. But it is fun to write in that silly silly style. This was the first entry. If I come up with an idea stupid enough I will add to it.

"Luna City wasn't what it used to be. A pit of depraved and debauched happenings, a den of iniquity - where the massage parlours were so conspicously legit they disguised themselves as whorehouses. Yeah, the good old days. Now, though the corporations had taken over; it was a clean, family friendly utopia. A sickening hole of contentment, legality and nine to five despair. I, Edison Sputnik (Freelance Space Cadet), stood beneath the pulsating red glow of just one of the thousands of neon Coca Cola signs, dragging the last bit of life out of my cigarette before grounding it into the synthsteel ground in disgust. Wasn't much work for a man of my skills in Luna City anymore - but occasionally something lucrative could crop up. Chances are the more utopian the locale the more lucrative the contract; clients in this part of Sol wanted to keep things on the down low. And that's my speciality. Fingers crossed I make the big bucks; before I know it I'll be back to the Outer Planets mixing with the worst this galaxy has to offer. Just the way I like it."

By the way, I think I'm going to the Cois Farraige music festival. The line up is only okay (Supergrass being the highlights) but at 80 quid for 3 days it's quite the bargain. Keep it in mind folks, website here but it's not been updated yet.

In the meantime here's Paul Weller's new single. I'm not quite sure if I like it yet. Seems a bit plodding but maybe it's a grower. Good night and good luck.