Chris reckons with shows such as Life On Mars juxtaposed on Kiwi TVs alongside reruns of The Sweeney, Minder and The Professionals, seventies man (complete with big moustache, booze, fags and sexist remarks) is back onscreen in a big way. John Harris of the Guardian asks what makes him so appealing to 21st Century film and TV audiences.

TV’s repulsive "Poo Lady", so-called Doctor Gillian McKeith, has been using her bogus title to get on the telly, but now Britain’s Advertising Standards Authority has stepped in — and not before time, says Ben Goldacre, who reckons she's a menace to science.

Germaine Greer interviews Frank Zappa's wife Gail and eldest son Dweezil, along with some of the composer's former cohorts, including 'stunt guitarist', Steve Vai, and reveals they’ll be playing FZ’s G-Spot Tornado at her funeral (it’s one of Chris's postmortem picks, too).

"Maestro of the weird", film director David Lynch talks about meditating, bottled uteruses and why nobody should have a kitchen. As usual strangeness lurks, like a dust bunny under the radiator.

Stephen finds Paper, Scissors, Rock's views on male pattern stupidity worthy. He likes Farrar on blogging too and on new protest tactics. He also recommends the bizarre Monkey Fluids.

Nowt from me. I don't get out much - or rather I get out too much.

Ciao.