Radio 1 *sonic boom*

Today was my second day off. After being unable to sleep last night, whittling away the early hours buying playing cards on ebay I got up strangely early feeling pretty good. Nonetheless, it was another largely unproductive day. The big achievement for today was completing Heavy Rain for the first time; it is a brilliant game and I will try and earn the other endings than what I got: I saved the boy and finished with three out of four characters surviving... not bad I feel for the difficult setting. As before I still think the graphics are the best I've seen in a game and the plot continued to be gripping. The gripes I had with gameplay settled gradually; the controls became very intuitive, even the initially awkward walking system whereby you use the analogue stick to "steer" and the trigger to "accelerate" essentially. My only criticism is not really anything to do with the game as a whole, more the production: there is an annoying glitch somewhere in the coding where sound sometimes drops out for a second or two randomly. It doesn't do anything to the game, it's just inconvenient. No doubt its related to the sheer power of the game: developers are finally harnessing the PS3's raw power, but as one of the early games to do so there's apparently a few bugs that need ironed out. I'm sure a patch will rectify this minor problem though. I now await Calvin flaming my facebook about Xbox 360 being better somehow with Fable 2 or something... GAYble 2???

I digress.

More Death note was watched today and even though I have read the comics I am once again hooked. I also love the theme tune; its great how Japanese Cartoons have amazing theme tunes like "proper" songs, rather than the catchy jingles they have in American or British cartoons.

Heston Blumenthal was on tonight, doing his general awesomeness with a gothic horror theme. What annoyed me was one of the guests; his name has been erased from my mind but he was billed as a radio presenter. I assume he was from Radio 1 as he was an annoying little prick. Upon entering the amazingly thought out, finely crafted dining room, laid out with overblown gothic architecture, dramatic candle lighting and graveyard setting, he proudly stated; "I'll bet this is what Michael Jacksons bedroom was like"." No, I doubt it was ANYTHING like this as a matter of fact you nonchalant waste of Carbon, you witless, moronic twerp. All through the show he offered his fatuous humor at every given opportunity, further heightening my hatred for Radio 1. All the presenters are like him; far too excited yet completely incompetent at talking in a coherent, interesting manner. Switch to classical fm and you'll have a well-spoken man reading the news or weather, or introducing the next segment. He makes sense and seems in control of what is happening. Go back to Radio 1 and you'll be confronted with a nuclear blast of sound: WOOOAAAAAAH RADIO ONE RADIO ONE RADIO ONE! KINGS OF LEEOOONNNNN LADY GAAAGAAAAAAAAA! Followed by someone talking far too quickly in accentuated London marketplace tones about how they are black and had a difficult life on "tha streetz". 9 out of 10 times this person turns out to be Dappy from N-Dubz. Lastly they take a phonecall from some dithering bint who through excitable screams and hyperventilation reveals the crucial information that she has no reason to phone at all beyond hollering down the line "big up to mah crew in 6th form". Little does she or the presenters realise that she would have been much better off to have phoned her friends directly to pass on her good wishes, thus preventing irreversible hearing damage to half the listeners and setting aside a considerable amount of time that could have been used to reflect upon the sorry state of the Catholic Church in recent weeks.

Now that I have ended my rant I shall be off to bed as I am back to work tomorrow; it really depends how the day goes as to whether I am pleased about this or not.