The maximum penalty for carrying a knife is four years in prison and a fine of £5000. Marcus Ball got away with three years and nine months for his antics. Oh yeah, did I mention he STABBED someone five times? So he’s about half as dangerous as canoe dimwit John Darwin then. And slightly less than Jeffrey Archer. Reassuring.

As usual at this time of year, critics and fans are falling over each other to write off Man United’s chances of winning anything this season. In fact it’s impossible not to discuss the matter with anyone without the words ‘You’re just not the same team without Ronaldo‘ waltzing into the conversation.

Well no, we’re not. And I for one am more than happy about that. We now have 11 players contributing to team performance. We have Wayne Rooney, a big game player recently reborn and with something to prove. We have wingers and wingbacks now that we’ve dropped the drab 4-3-3 formation that was stifling our game. Admittedly the jury is still out on Nani and Valencia, but we’ve already seen flashes of what they’re capable of, and not just as extras in the video for ‘Thriller’. (more…)

So they finally nailed Roman Polanski, more than 30 years after a warrant was issued for his arrest, following his admission to having sex with a 13-year-old girl in Los Angeles in 1977. Back then the Polish director promptly did a runner, swapping his freedom fries for the real thing in Paris. He has been holed up there ever since, taking advantage of the lack of an extradition agreement between the two countries.

US marshalls finally saw their opening last week and descended on Polanski as he arrived in Zurich from his French hideaway to collect a lifetime achievement award for his contribution to cinema. This latest sting was the third attempt by US authorities to take down the 76-year-old and get him off the streets and behind bars.

Polanski’s now infamous crime is the ultimate Hollywood allegory – the destruction of innocence by greed and power. (more…)

The other day I was, nostalgically, if a little ill-advisedly, perusing the NME website, when a couple of reviews caught my eye.

Firstly the 1/10 review for Frankmusik’s album, with which I, as an early (only in very relative terms) champion of Mr Frank, took particular umbrage. I suppose he is something of an acquired taste, and did himself few favours with the choice of his 3rd single and what even I will admit is an annoying video starring Holly Valance, but I really don’t think he deserves 1 out of 10; the first 2 singles at least are ace. And frankly, (pun slightly intended), NME criticising anyone for being attention seeking can jog on. (more…)

So, all in all, my reputation is intact. HBO’s Bored To Death is not Arrested Development or Curb Your Enthusiasm, but then it isn’t Two and a Half Men either.

And that Rachel Ray 2 review is a massive pile of pants. She gives a really ungenerous synopsis and then deliberately misquotes one of the show’s best lines. With comedy like that – I saw it deliciously described as “Noir-otic” somewhere – the reviews will always be mixed. If you don’t like it tell us why, don’t just make up stuff. In fact, I’m not even convinced that she watched it – I count 8 inaccuracies in her piffling little review. That’s more than one per tiny paragraph.

So after a fortnight’s break, Radio Free Puma is broadcasting again. Over the past couple of weeks, the new television season has been kicking off in the States with stuff like Bones (awesome), Gossip Girl (jury’s still out), and Supernatural (gets better with each passing day). And now the 7th and probably final season of Curb Your Enthusiasm has begun, my Monday night comedy downloading fests have too.

I’m about to watch two shows: one is the first episode of the new Curb season, and the second is the new HBO show Bored To Death. I’m telling you this because I’m going to lay it on the line. I’m staking my reputation on this show being a laugh riot. (more…)

Last Thursday (3rd September) was the 70th anniversary of the outbreak of the Second World War, a conflict that killed 60 million men, women and children, ravaged the face of much of the world, precipitated the downfall of Europe as the centre of world gravity, and which was, to a large extent, caused by the explosion of competing nationalist fervour throughout the world. To commemorate, I bought myself a jumper in Union Jack colours. (more…)