I think Colin from Eastenders (also known as ‘gay Colin’ because back in those days, having a gay character on TV was still somewhat cutting edge) was the first ‘graphic designer’ I’d seen represented on TV. It seemed quite cool. He had grey walls in his flat, black ash furniture everywhere, was noticeably middle class, and owned an Amstrad computer.
Curse you gay Colin.
(I jest, of course. Colin and his boyfriend Barry had the first onscreen gay kiss. Michael Cashman who played him is now Baron Cashman, a Labour Member of the European Parliament)
Adidas has teamed up with Parley for the Oceans — a movement aimed at eliminating the plastic waste that ends up in our seas — to create a new 3D-printed sneaker concept. The design consists of an upper made from “ocean plastic content” and a 3D-printed midsole made from recycled polyester and fishing nets. Adidas says the shoe “stands for how we can set new industry standards,” but unfortunately it’s just a prototype for now — don’t expect to see it in stores any time soon.
I’d like to write a review of the BBC’s adaptation of Wolf Hall that is as masterly as the series itself, but I don’t think it’s possible. So I’ll just say this: if you haven’t seen it, order the DVD now.
It is one of the best things I’ve ever seen on TV. There was some criticism from viewers that “nothing happened”. But it did. Over six episodes some of the most important moments in British history happened. But so sparingly, it made you realise that events don’t always happen accompanied by musical stings and contrived cliffhangers. One minute you’re crowning a new queen, and before you know it…
That’s how history happens.
Now my Wednesdays are empty. I’d pay my license fee twice over for more. In fact, when MPs next debate whether to scrap the license fee they should just send Mark Rylance round to sit silently in the committee to remind them what it makes possible.
A quick note to the BBC: more of this please, but you have to stop your continuity announcers talking over the end titles. It ruined the atmosphere every damned week. To the Tower…