UK Audiences Denied the Haunting Music of Diddy and Snoop

Sean 'Puff Piddly Poo-Pob' Combs has spoken of his 'disappointment' at having to cancel his UK concerts with 'Snoop' 'Dogg' after the latter's run in with the British Foreign Office over his visa application.

The ruddy fascists won't let him in to the country, just because he's a convicted criminal! Don't they know this man is a millionaire?

Puffston claims it's not about the money lost though, it's about 'letting the fans down'. And the money, obviously.

Curiously, Piff Paff went on to say this: "This tour was meant to be about spreading the peace. And with all the gun crime on in England right now I think it would have been appropriate to do the show," which would be rather like Jim Davidson attempting to set up a marriage guidance practice.

Unless by 'appropriate' he meant that for once the audience would likely be as tooled up as the performers on stage.

The Following Broadcast May Contain Skanks

For fans of the late lamented Digitiser, you may be interested to know that the 'funsters' behind that legendary 'electric wordbag' have only gone and made a sodding television programme! On an actual channel! (Well, BBC THREE anyway).

Mr. Biffo and his potentially imaginary colleague, Mr. Hairs, have written a sketch show, and have somehow inveigled their way onto the national airwaves, perhaps by the use of lewd acts.

So, if you're willing to brave the prospect of accidentally recording a programme about disciplining horrible children, or fat people who only eat sellotape, then set your Space Recorder 5000 for the morning of Monday 26th March at 3.15am (till 3.45am presumably), and you won't* be disappointed.

Point your filthy arrow at this for more details: http://biffovision.blogspot.com/

*might not

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I finally have a Wii, but upon closer inspection of the remote, it would seem somebody is definitely taking the piss:

Dying for a Wii

See that up there? That's a piss joke, that is.

The reason for such highbrow humour is that it's now 3 months since launch (5 since I ordered it) and I still haven't received my new Nintendo console.

I've got one on order with an online retailer, the first time I've ever done so with a new console, because I thought it would mean I'd be guaranteed one at launch, but a mealy-mouthed e-mail a few weeks before launch put paid to that. I think I would have probably been better off negotiating The Dance of the Idiot and pre-ordering at a high street games shop, but in fairness it probably wasn't their fault, as it seems everybody was over promised/under delivered units.

Another reason for my 'electro-purchase' was the slightly lower price and the fact that it would be delivered right to my door, but at this point I'd gladly hike to Antarctica in the nude if it meant I could pick one up straight away.

Twilight Princess turned up though, but at this point the only pleasure I can take from it involves rubbing the case against my body in a slightly unseemly way.