I was on Twitter when I saw the news breaking on my timeline. I was hoping it was a hoax, like the ‘deaths’ of Jeff Goldblum and Morgan Freeman in recent years. But as the tributes started pouring in, I had to accept, with sadness, that it was all too real. Another drug related death of an actor/musician/whatever. Except that this person wasn’t a ‘whatever’. This person was Philip Seymour Hoffman. He was 46.
The wait is over for Doctor Who fans, and those who have a cursory interest. The man who’s taking the baton from Matt Smith and going on to new adventures as the 12th Doctor was revealed last weekend. His name is Peter Capaldi, a seasoned actor currently best known as the very sweary spin-doctor Malcolm Tucker from the BBC political satire The Thick Of It. Looks like those who were hoping for a female, or black Doctor this time round will have to wait a bit longer.
It’s been very quiet on the royal baby front these past few months. Even the tat attached to these events, which you know I love to gently mock, had been in short supply. That was until early Monday morning, when the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, also known as Kate and William, went into St Mary’s Hospital in Paddington, because the baby was now ready to say hello to the world. The sycophancy and slew of royal baby related tat hit us with the force and fury of a dodgy curry left out overnight and eaten for breakfast, subsequently welding us to the toilet, while we cry out for it all to stop.