So, after a quick photoshop, I think Keith Richard looks half human now. The 63 year old alco-pop rocker is living proof that rock 'n roll is good for the soul but hard on the body, with the exception of the hair. (He has more locks than Fort Knox.) What I am not sure about: is the bandana holding his hair on, or in place? It is hard to tell.

At 63 he exudes character from every exfoliated made-up pore, but under scrutiny, Mr Richard has more wrinkles on his face than a screwed up reefer paper. He probably wouldn't bat a remodeled flickery eye at that accurate reflection of his extended life in the fast lane. At least he can still take all night to do what he and the Stones did all night.

No doubt he is one hell of a guy to have as your granddad, but I would introduce him slowly to new born, in case they freak out and think they have been born into the world of the Undead. As for older kids, they would probably joke that he has more hair than daddy and gives off more smoke than Puff the Magic Dragon, but he is cool.

I have never met the guy, don't particularly like The Stones and couldn't afford the small fortune to see them even if I was a fan. All I do know is, Keith Richard doesn't like the press when they give bad reviews. Good job I am not the press!

Hands up, does anyone still watch Big Brother? I see. So this post is for you, Mrs Jones in Wyoming.

It is now up to series 8 in America and I believe that in its non-celebrity format, (I use the word celebrity loosely), Big Bro' is succeeding admirably in its mission. That mission is not to entertain, stupid, but to cave in attention spans and leave demand for crap TV soaring in its wake. (In fairness, it is doing a better job of the former, but give it time.)

If there is any justice, George Orwell will turn in his grave and unleash his version of the Japanese Thought Police with such venom that the producers' last drop of creative juice dries up. Surely at that low point, nadir, rock-bottom time, they will agree that it is no longer worth spewing out the TV show and will pull the plug. Of course, there is no real justice in an Orwellian world, so, as you were, Mrs Jones, your program is safe.

In case you don't even know what this show is about, check out Zenny's deconstructions. Guaranteed to leave you in the picture, scratching your head wondering what the world has come to.

Or if you fancy a change and want to experience the feeling of passing out with boredom in your lounge, tune in to Big Brother for real.

And finally, my prediction for where the Big Brother world is heading: the octagon full of dross TV that is series 8, is rolling unsteadily and uninterestingly towards the nirvana of BB100. Can't wait can you!?!!

Scanning through a site called eonline, I came across a graphic that would serve well as a recent visitor widget in the tradition of MyBlogLog and Blogcatalog and Wavumi and Bumpzee!.

There is only one flaw in the usefulness of a widget that displays the last 5 celebs to visit your blog - so few celebs visit most sites. Let's face it, if you knew you were going to be trashed, would you willingly read all about it on Ed's blog? Or am I showing my ignorance and will never be a celeb myself because I don't have the right self-serving mindset that seeks every mention of my name, from MSN to My Inconsequential Celeb Blog?

I was thinking of ways to market the elitist widget to average Joe bloggers like myself, and came up with an angle. In the era of white space and minimalism, the celebrity graphic is the ultimate empty space, rather like what is found in many celebs' heads. Does it have potential?

Angelina Jolie, the all-action beauty of the silver screen and darling of adoption agencies world-wide, has just signed up a new body double. Weighing in at 75lbs, her new stunt double, Lady Skeletar, is hoping and praying that Angelina lays off the lettuce and soup long enough for her to get at least a couple of movies under her bony belt.



Jackie Chan is famous for doing his own stunts. Judging by the take-outs and behind-the-scenes clips of him falling and mis-timing moves and cracking bones (all with a smile on his face) I certainly wouldn't want to be the person charged with being his body double for a stunt he won't do.



Tom Cruise, the 500 million dollar man hasn't used a body double as often as he could, but with 19 new movies to shoot, that bravado will surely all change. As we speak, stunt doubles are competing for the lucrative honor of taking Cruise's bumps and knocks, flexing their necks to make their shoulders droop. May the shortest man win the contract.

After watching Space Cowboys, it is easy to spot which of the four superstars used to do all their own stunts. Clint Eastwood, Tommy Lee Jones and Donald Sutherland all looked so supple and alive compared to the hobbling physical mess that was James Garner. Looking like he was on death's door half the time, he could have done with a leg up from his old Jim Rockford buddy, Angel. And any more stunts that involve more than three steps in a straight line, he will probably be next seen heading off with the angels.