mostly david ephgrave

Tonight saw the live broadcast of 'Doggett & Ephgrave In Your Inner Ear 3: The Search for Spock'. The start of the show was frenetic, when the chap who runs the station accidentally deleted our playlist remotely, seconds before we went on air. This meant we kicked things off from the back foot. Hopefully this didn't show; we were in control again by about ten minutes in.  The theme of the programme was 'celebrity', with us relaying stories of the famous - and infamous - people we've come into contact with over the years. These range from impressive (Paul McCartney and Quentin Tarantino), to  dickish (Nigel Havers) to banal (Chico from The X Factor). It was an enjoyable conversation, covering a lot of ground - though whether the ground was of interest to our listener/s remains to be seen.  (I hope that Havers didn't tune in.) We also quizzed each other on our respective specialist subjects ('Back to the Future' for Glyn; The Beatle...

I went to see Back to the Future at the cinema tonight, as you do - or as you did in the mid-1980s.  I took my wife along as a birthday present, as it's her favourite film. Though she's seen it many times, she didn't get to watch it at the cinema first time around; if she had, like me, she would have been too young to appreciate it.    The atmosphere was great. The showing was advertised as a 'geek out', which had sowed a seed of worry in my head: would it be full of over-zealous fans, quoting along with all the dialogue? I needn't have been concerned; while there were a few people dressed in Marty McFly-style gilets or Doc Brown wigs, this didn't spoil it. It was exciting to watch it with an audience – and one who clearly held the film in great regard. We clapped and cheered when Marty's dad punched Biff in the face, and when Biff's car got covered in horse shit; when Marty played Johnny B Goode at the Enchantment Under the ...