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Pulp Common People
(CD Single), Island, 5
K'naan Wavin' Flag
(CD Single), A&M, 1
(CD Single), Def Jam
The No.1 70's Rock Album (Various), Polygram TV
Bryan Ferry The In Crowd
Nick Rhodes & John Taylor Present: Only After Dark, EMI
Katy Perry California Gurls
(CD Single), Virgin, 1
Neil Young Heart Of Gold
Neil Young - Decade, Reprise, 4
Matthews' Southern Comfort Woodstock
Rediscover The 60's - With A Little H, Old Gold
Lady Gaga Alejandro
(CD Single), Streamline Records, 1
David Bowie & The Pat Metheny Group This Is Not America
David Bowie - Best Of Bowie, EMI
Scissor Sisters Scissor Sisters - Fire With Fire
(CD Single), Polydor, 1
Gene Pitney 24 Hours From Tulsa
The Love Songs Of Burt Bacharach, Polygram Tv
Kylie Minogue Wow
(CD Single), Parlophone
Garth Brooks The Dance
Garth Brooks - The Hits
World Cup Wallchart
It's no longer about who gets to lift the World Cup - but who gets to lift the coveted Drivetime car sticker! As you can (almost) see, the battle lines have been drawn. 29 randomly selected listeners have been allocated a team taking part in the finals. They join Simon, Matt and Pauline in hoping that their adopted country triumphs in South Africa, so they can win the ultimate prize! We'll keep you posted on the progress of our contestants throughout the tournament.Official BBC World Cup Wallchart
The World Cup continues!
Locky from Leeds must be chuffed today because Australia beat Serbia last night in South Africa.The World Cup Wallchart Gallery
However that means Dan from Spalding who was backing Serbia goes home with nothing!
Ghana lost to Germany so Martin from Coker will be upset because he's out of the game.
Mark from Stubbington and Tony from Stoke on Trent will be disappointed with the Paraguay v New Zealand match, with 0-0 as the end result.
Slovakia beat Italy so Kim Wood will be off celebrating!
Tonight Denmark face Japan, and Cameroon meet the Netherlands.
To Bow Or Not To Bow.....?
Andy Murray bowed in front of the Queen on Centre Court in Wimbledon today.
There was speculation earlier in the week that he might not bow at all. Why is it that we bow? Simon speaks to Luke Freeman, lecturer in anthropology from University College London, to find out.
Slovenian Venison Goulash.
By Simon Rimmer from Something for the Weekend.Nigel's Recipe Archive
Preparation time: less than 30 mins
Cooking time: 1 to 2 hours
• 2 tbsp plain flour
• Salt and freshly ground black pepper
• 800g/1lb 12oz venison shoulder, or haunch, cubed
• Vegetable oil, for frying
• 2 onions, peeled, sliced
• 1 tbsp smoked paprika
• 1 garlic clove, peeled, crushed.
• 2 tbsp chopped jalapeno peppers, from a jar
• 150ml/5½fl oz soured cream
• 200ml/7fl oz hot beef or game stock
• 1-2 spring onions, finely chopped
• Steamed rice
Season the flour with salt and freshly ground black pepper. Dredge the venison cubes in the seasoned flour until completely covered, then shake off any excess.
Heat 3-4 tablespoons of the oil in a frying pan over a medium heat. Add the venison cubes, in batches, and fry for 4-5 minutes, or until browned on all sides. Remove from the pan and set aside. Keep warm. Repeat the process with the remaining venison cubes.
Add the onions to the pan the venison cubes were cooked in and fry for 6-8 minutes, or until softened and golden-brown.
Stir in the smoked paprika, garlic and chillies and fry for a further 3-4 minutes.
Return the venison to the pan, then pour over the soured cream and stock, stirring well to combine. Bring the mixture to the boil, then reduce the heat until the mixture is simmering and continue to simmer for one hour, or until the sauce has thickened.
To serve, spoon the rice onto six serving plates. Spoon the goulash alongside. Sprinkle over the spring onions.
Confession - An Electrifying Experience
Dear Simon and assembled team,
I think the time has come for me to publicly admit something I did more than 20 years ago. It still makes me titter now when I think about it, and even though the victim of my prank is now aware, I think maybe I need forgiveness on a larger scale.
In the spring of 1989 I was studying at a university in Ireland, I shared a house with 3 other students, we shall call them Karen, Elaine and Peter for the purposes of this tale but these may not be their real names!
The house was situated right on the coast, the bedrooms overlooked the sea and there was only a road between us and the picturesque view of the horizon. It was a lovely location.
Being fairly local Karen, Elaine and myself visited our families regularly, taking with us, as you do when you a student, our washing. The result of which being that we returned with clean sets of clothes and bedding on an almost weekly basis. If for some reason we didn't go home we would use the launderette which was located centrally in the university campus.
Peter however only went home when the term finished as his family lived much further away, so he didn't have the same opportunity to get his washing done, but neither did he seem able to locate the campus launderette.
Anyway, us girls were horrified at his lack of cleanliness, sheets not changed for months at a time and using the same towel for weeks on end - YUK!
We felt sure however that when he found a girlfriend and she started to come and visit he would at least make some effort to clean up his act, but no, that poor girl had to share his soiled bed. We were simply appalled!
It was at this point that we decided Peter needed a lesson in hygiene; and I have to admit to being the ring leader in this devious plan.
That day I went into the local town and purchased some itching powder from the small joke shop and then we simply waited for an opportunity to present itself. We didn't have to wait long. A couple of nights later he went off to the library to study for the evening, and as soon as the front door was closed we converged on his bedroom and started to sprinkled itching powder on his sheets, pillows and duvet.
Our thinking being that if he itched he would think it was because his sheets were dirty and finally give them a wash. When we'd finished with the bed we thought 'why stop here?' and before we left the room we liberally sprinkled some more of the powder through his underpants and sock drawers, just for good measure – after all there was loads left, and it seemed a shame to waste it!
That night there was a tremendous electrical storm out over the sea, we watched with wonder at the lightning, never having seen anything quite like it before. The next day Peter arrived at the breakfast table complaining of an odd feeling on his skin and over time grew convinced that he had in some way become electrically charged during the night as a result of the storm.
We howled (inwardly) but went along with his theory suggesting that the next time he was in the library he look into it.
For the next week he went around campus telling anyone that would listen that static electricity had taken over his body and generally making a fool of himself. After a few days the effects started to ware off, but as we still had lots of the powder left and the effects were so hilarious we decided to repeat the deed.
This went on for a month or so and we all continued to marvel at the erratic and transient effects of static electricity on the human body, until we eventually thought we should stop and concentrate on our exams. The entertainment was over.
I should say at this stage that at no time did the sheets get a wash so ultimately our plan failed but it did give us and most of the University campus endless amusement at Peter's expense.
At the end of term when we were celebrating the end of our exams we finally came clean and told Peter what we had done and broke very gently to him that he had not in fact been a scientific phenomenon or been engulfed by static electricity, it was in fact common itching powder. He said nothing but for the rest of the night I wore, with some pride, the remains of pint he had been holding at the time.
Ironically several months later when I'd left university and was getting married my 3 housemates turned up, not unexpectedly, at my wedding bringing with them wedding gifts – Peters contribution to my big day? Why a laundry basket of course!
Peter never did say whether or not he forgave me so I'm now asking you.
Can I be forgiven for my deed?