I wasn’t meant to do a blog today, hence me doing two yesterday. However, Tony Blair was at Leveson today and there is quite a lot I have to say about it. You see, putting your opinion of Tony Blair in 140 characters is quite impossible- you will only ever come across three ways. 1. A Blair worshiper who just refuses to believe he ever did anything wrong. 2. Something who refuses Tony did anything good in his time and spends all day and night aspersing him or 3. As someone who is a bit of an idiot and sits on that fence agreeing with everyone. I fall into the last one, but I don’t want to- so I’m going to go into more depth here and summarize my opinions.

Now, I wasn’t alive when Tony came to power, and since he left office in 2007, I didn’t really get to see the rise of New Labour. However, it is a subject that deeply interests me and has ever since I read Piers Morgan’s diaries (as you have probably gathered, most of my political knowledge stems from those diaries). Of course, Tony wasn’t perfect during his reign. I personally don’t agree with the Iraq war, and he did get closer to Rupert Murdoch than I agree with. But, I think Tony must have done quite a lot of good for our country to be elected twice. For example, a quick good search tells me that he achieved the lowest unemployment rate for 50 years, Civil Partnerships, A Huge investment in education and lots more other things.

For a while now, Tony has been keeping out of the spotlight, which is probably for the best. However, recently he has been speaking more and more frequently about a return to politics and today he gave evidence to Leveson. His evidence was actually very well conducted- before today I was quite sceptical of Blair and his plans for a return to politics, but being the fickle person I am I found his evidence today compelling and strangely honest. Of course, chances are Tony has spent the last month or so having a tutor teach him how to come across well- in which case I think Jeremy Hunt should be ordering a last minute session this instant.

Whilst I still think the Iraq war was one big mistake, you have to admire the way Tony Blair handled the protester who managed to get into the inquiry to call him a “war criminal”. Whilst this man screeched at him in an angry yet weirdly polite way, Tony looked unfazed as if this was the normal orders of the day. Robert Jay, personal hero of mine and the guy asking most of the questions today, also deserves a big round of applause- as cool as a cucumber. In fact only Lord Leveson seemed fazed by this at all, and even he just ordered an investigation on how the man got in there in the first place (security are in for a telling off, I can tell you that). I suppose they are all used to this now- Rupert Murdoch being pied and having Kelvin Mackenzie there at all would have taught them that.

Altogether a very interesting collection of evidence today. Tomorrow we have the pleasure of Michael Gove and Theresa May giving evidence- for once I am glad I am missing it for exams- I really cannot stand Gove especially, his voice and mouth go right through me and his policies don’t just get teacher rifled up- they get me too.

Finally, a celebration is to be had. The pasty tax has been altered, and caravan tax (the uglier sister of pasty tax) has also been cut from 20% to 5%. The pasty tax is probably only changing because a pasty firm, Ginsters has donated lots of money to the Tories, but lets pretend the tories are doing it from the goodwill of their hearts, and not the cold hand of cash. (Still, I’d rather have pasties than a meeting with the prime minster like they used to get.) Rejoice, buy lots of sausage rolls, fill up your petrol caravan ride your caravan to the countryside until the Olympics are over, and the NHS reforms are cancelled. (That last part is wishful thinking, sorry to disappoint). Thanks for reading.

I am going to talk about the Bafta awards today. I’m afraid I can’t really discuss the dramas, since the only drama I have watched so far this year is The Syndicate- I haven’t even got round to watching Sherlock yet. Despite this, I do have the world of comedy in my head- I have enough rants about those winners to set up an entire book.

First of all, the one I approved of. Out of all the many awards, I only actually approved of one. (Apart from Rolf Harris’ special award, I like that). This one was for best Comedy programme- which Stewart Lee won. I like Stewart Lee, I only got into him about 4 months ago now, but I find him hilarious and I own both his books. However, it seems I may be in the minority on this front- 99.9% of my twitter timeline were very annoyed Charlie Brooker didn’t win and while I also like Charlie and definitely would have been just as happy if he had won, I for one am delighted Stewart managed to win- just a shame he only got 5 seconds at the end in the edited programme! (I can’t even remember the other two nominees in the category, so don’t ask!)

Okay, so that is the positive out of the way- being nice isn’t much fun when it comes to award ceremonies, so I’ve got all the gushing out of my system and can now moan. Best Sitcom was won by Mrs. Browns Boys. Yes, comedy is subjective and all that jazz, but I refuse to admit it is better than Fresh Meat and Friday Night Dinner (I’ve never seen Rev). It’s just some man dressed as a woman and saying stupid things- I really cannot find the entertainment in that at all.

Then we had the worst award of the night, the Audience Award. Last year it was won but TOWIE, and they rubbed even more salt into mine (and Martin Freeman)’s wounds by having Amy and Harry present the award to…. Celebrity Juice. Great. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind CJ, it’s a light hearted programme. I just oppose the fact so many great things were overlooked. Sherlock, despite me never having watched it quite yet definitely deserved it this year, and if that couldn’t win then Fresh Meat and Educating Essex had got to be the next two. I would have loved Mr. Drew to accept his award, who’s with me?

Some were a bit so/so both ways. Junior Apprentice winning over Made In Chelsea in the reality section was nice, and made me clap my hands in glee- we even saw Alan Sugar smiling. SMILING. Wow. Nick Hewer attended the event, and I think you will agree he looked dashing- don’t forget he is on Have I Got News for You on Friday- it’s going to be the best episode ever, since Alistair Campbell is hosting in the week Tony Blair gives evidence to Leveson.

I’m going to stop now as I’m not shattered, but hope you enjoy it.

The full list of winners is here: http://www.bafta.org/television/awards/

Next blog will be as soon as I regain conciseness from my exams.

Today my blog is going to be about Eurovision. I don’t know about you, but I had a lot of fun last night discussing and laughing at it with others, so I thought I may as well try and write something about it. This will be messy, it won’t be accurate and it will be critical. Be warned. The acts are in no order and the comments are all from me. Hopefully you will find some fun in it and enjoy it. If you don’t, I will be writing a more orderly (but still critical) blog about the Baftas later on tonight.

Long ago most countries entered lively cheeky chaps and girls to perform upbeat songs about being happy and having fun. However, nowadays things have changed. The men this year mostly sang electronic pop songs and most had silly haircuts or stupid ideas. For example, Turkey’s entry involved pirates hobbling aroud the stage and turning into boats, while Norway’s involved a dude in a shoddy looking hood before an exciting removal the hood. Lithuania had the gimmick of the blindfold, which was quite genius seeing as the song is called “Love is Blind”- I think an entry for Mensa is needed. Then again, at least Lithuania didn’t deviate from the message of their song, Germany stated to be standing still, but I saw them move several times, the sneaky buggers! Hungary were a group of boys who sang electronic pop, and made me quite Hungry (good pun, I think). Finally, Jedward. While they only finished 19^th this year, I personally thought their song was better than last years- and their Avenger style costumes were quite amazing. One thing I was surprised about on the boy front was Serbia, who finished 3^rd. How? They followed Jedward after all and all I ended up writing down on my notes were “Booo” which doesn’t suggest brilliance.

The females were more diverse, some chose the method of dancing in a short dress and doing risqué dancing, an old time trick stemmed from the removal of the long skirts in Bucks Fizz, while others had the method of putting on a floaty dress and singing a boring and forgettable ballad. Albania were the main culprits of this. The female was really a typical The Voice contestant- floaty dress, big hair, sad music, screeching. In fact she was so bad; the Daily Mail wrote an article on her. No, she didn’t win, but it’s every little girls dream to be criticised in the male, so I’m pretty sure she is happy with herself.

Then there were two acts that didn’t really fit into either of the female/male stereotypes. Engelbert, our entry sang a beautiful song in the darkness, while the Russian grannies, my absolute favourite people in the universe baked things as they sang happy tracks. Ah, if this was based on pure talent- these two beauties would be the top 2 for sure. Sadly, a Swedish lady won this darn thing with a typical dance/ rave track that has rotted its way into my brain and won’t go away. Well done.

Obviously lots of Eurozone jokes were to be made yesterday on Twitter. I went right for this- after all if you can’t laugh at everything messing up, what can you do? Cry? Weep? No thanks. I must say Spain and Greece disappointed me. They really should have clubbed together and create a 2012 version of My Lovely Horse. (If you don’t know that song, go away, youtube it and come back again. You won’t regret it) then again, that track probably could have won this year- it was no worse than a rave track with no actual meaning anyway. My favourites, as I have previously said were the grannies, Engelbert, The girl competing for Italy, Jedward and Fyr Macedonia- an angry yet brilliant track.

So, how did the scoring go? Well, I’m afraid it wasn’t too good for UK. We came 25^th out of 26. Only Norway were deemed less point worthy than us- and there gimmick was a stupid hood. The thing that annoyed me most was that we couldn’t even come last. What sort of nation are we when we can’t even come last right? Boo. Of course, it’s not really about the singing now- it’s all about the politics. After all, no matter how rubbish we were, Ireland would give us a few points, just like we do for them. Nowadays it seems like only about 5 countries can win- even if we reformed the Beatles we’d still be in the bottom section of the board. At least Graham Norton entertained me- talk about Wogan all you want, but he’s not coming back so just enjoy the commentary and stop bitching about it on Twitter.

Anyway, that was Eurovision- this blog hasn’t been the best, but I have tried to make it make sense. Thank you for reading.

Today I am doing a television blog, based on basically anything I have seen during the week. Hope you will enjoy it.

First up, The Exclusives continued this week and I’m afraid it’s not really doing it for me. This week the candidates were at Kerang magazine, and spent half of the episode making some kind of radio podcast that had nothing to do with journalism- and another quarter drinking and partying with rock stars and wannabie rock star, Frankie Cocozza. The other quarter was spent writing, a miraculous event in itself, however it seemed that apart from Ellie no one else really could be bothered. Right. Ellie, quite rightfully won rookie of the week, and Stuart looked devastated at missing out on the “golden opportunity” despite the fact it almost definitely counts for nothing and is just a gimmick to make the show bearable. Altogether, it’s twice as bad as I thought it would be. After all, betide anyone who actually wanted to write on this show, they’d be crying after the first day of bowing down to Z-listers and being forced to take pictures of topless dudes.

Moving onto something I can be positive about, Friday nights. Would I Lie to You? was extra good this week, I expected it to be a bit off since the guest list wasn’t the strongest, but surprisingly I found it really fun. Sadly next week, it won’t be on since the BBC are showing a documentary on the Queen instead. I know, I know- Mitchell and Mack or Queen Liz? It’s a hard decision, but the Queen is giving us days off, when David and Lee do that I’m pretty sure BBC will cancel all royal documentaries in favour of them- well, they better anyway!

Moving onto Have I Got News for You, and this week the legendary William Shatner was hosting. I’ve never seen Star Trek, so was a tad apprehensive however he surprised me. For a guy of 81, he has a lot of charm and I thought he was up there with Brucie in terms of surprising hosts. Of course, guests mean everything to a show, and since this week we were treated to Andy Hamilton and Charlie Brooker, I’m not surprised I enjoyed it. Andy is basically a living legend, since he co-created Outnumbered, and I got into Charlie about three years ago now- You Have Been Watching was one of the first panel shows I ever watched (I think it was second, 8 Out of 10 Cats was first), and I remember it as being brilliant, despite the fact I didn’t have any idea who any of the panellists were at the time.

No Not Going Out this time, so I went onto Very Important People which while I am getting used to now, I still can’t agree it is the best impressions show- I think the BBC1 show is much more fun and satires much better. 8 Out of 10 Cats finally had a good episode this week, I quite liked all of the guests, especially David O’Doherty who is my one to watch- and for the first time this series I laughed. A lot.  Stand Up for the Week, as always had 2 bad and 3 good (4 if you count Jon Richardson). Highlight had to be Sara Pascoe analogy on the Euro crisis by linking it to a pub.

Finally, Grandma’s House finished this week, which makes me very sad. It was a brilliant and emotional yet hilarious climax, and I suggest if you missed it, go and check Youtube now- I believe it should all be on there. I really want a 3^rd series, but whatever happens it will always have a spot in my heart now.

This blog has been all over the place, but I hope it got the point across. Tomorrow I will be writing up about the weird, wonderful and jepic of Eurovision- hopefully we will be celebrating a win, but I’ll bring a Swedish flag just in case Engelbert Humperdinck doesn’t impress with his beautiful heartfelt song- you may think I’m being sarcastic but I’m not, I promise. I just love Engelbert. Honest.

I am doing a politics blog today since quite a lot has happened in the last two days which has excited me- therefore I must cover it all. It is very hot where I am currently situated, so any inaccuracies or things that have been missed out can be blamed on that.

First of all, David Cameron got a little bit of a telling off from John Bercow yesterday. Yes, it was the greatest PMQ sequel of all time- Mr. Angry Prime Minister mark 500. This time, the person who caused Cameron to get his knickers in a twist was Ed Balls, who has always annoyed Cameron and this time apparently made his so angry he called him a “muttering idiot”. Say what you will about Bercow, but as this is this place of order (despite it sharing a resemblance to a football ground at times, only with politicians screeching Mr. Speaker instead of asking who ate all the pies) he immediately told Cameron off for using unparliamentary language. Cameron then changed the statement to “the man who left us this enormous deficit” which wasn’t really his best insult- I reckon a balls joke would have put everything in order, but that is probably why I am not PM.

Other politician news involved my favourite politician in the world, Ed Miliband, or Awkward Ed as I call him. Yesterday he called the Conservative party the nasty party, mostly because of the Beecroft report (I won’t patronize you, Google it if you want to know more). I don’t really agree with the report in question, so I welcome Ed’s comments. It’s quite amazing what a bad coalition can do. Ed Miliband has gone from being the uncoolest and almost “fool” of the parties, to now having a good chance of doing well in elections.

It is not only Cameron who is getting a telling off. Yesterday at Leveson Jeremy Paxman gave evidence, and it’s fair to say he grassed Piers Morgan up. Apparently in 2002, Paxman attended a dinner along with Piers and several other important people, plus Ulrika Johnston. Throughout this meal apparently Piers mentioned hacking several times and even gave Paxman some healthy tips on how to do it- excellent. You may know Piers Morgan is one of my personal hero’s, but even I am a little suspicious now. His reply on Twitter didn’t really enlighten us either. Posting “Right - that’s the last time I’m inviting Jeremy Paxman to lunch. Ungrateful little wretch.” will raise a few giggles and generate retweets but really doesn’t answer the question. I’m afraid my love for Piers is beginning to slide; I need a reread of his diaries to make me smile again.

Moving onto to today’s evidence, it has been a long yet exciting day for Leveson, with Adam Smith and Frédéric Michel giving evidence. A lot has been revealed about Jeremy Hunt, he was obviously pro the News Corporation’s takeover of BskyB and it has also been said that David Cameron knew this before he replaced Vince Cable (who was against the BskyB bid) with Hunt in the process. Smith has also said he was biased and doesn’t know what the quasi-judicial process exactly means. Brilliant, what a fit and ready guy.  Michel’s offering to the inquiry had me wondering one thing- Who is the master of the text exchanges, Michel and Hunt, or Cameron and Brooks? Excellent double act names I think you will agree. Tomorrow Smith will be giving more evidence, and Jonathan Stephens should also be there. I cannot wait. If I have made any mistakes in this explanation, do tell me- this weather and the excitement of getting a Pointless answer on Pointless (Warwick Davis for Star Wars characters) has made me a bit lazy and hazy.

I have left out the Eurozone crisis and the Egypt elections of this because while I am interested in them, I am certainly out of my depth at discussing them and I would only report facts wrong. Thank you for reading, remember Question Time is on tonight. (John Prescott is on, which excites me a lot!)

A quick blog on politics today, I was going to do one on celebrities, but I don’t seem to be with it lately. I’m spending more time searching for Leveson than reading about Kim Kardashians trips to the UK, and in all honesty I’m not even missing it.

A new biography on David Cameron says this week that he likes to chillax more than the average workaholic, which has split opinion with some people. The biography, called Cameron: Practically a Conservative, looks brilliant and is a sure one for my ever gaining cumulus of books I want for Christmas and also raises lots of interesting points on Cameron. Fruit Ninja, the awesome game for the Ipad is apparently Cameron’s game of choice. Yes, next time you are playing on it to put off that assignment, remember that somewhere in London David Cameron could also be playing it, as he puts off texting Rebeckah Brooks back or finishing his speech on how to improve the economy.

Apart from what Cameron plays on his Ipad, we also found out he is quite a fan of tennis. Apparently, at the weekends he plays it with a machine called The Clegger, which while may sound like the bad work of a satirist who hasn’t quite mastered the trade yet, it is actually true. (Well according to the sources of the book). To finish off this perfect weekend for Cameron, he would cook dinner, have a few glasses of wine and sing My Way on his personal karaoke machine, presumably with his wife, Samantha although I am going to pretend he is actually doing it with George Osbourne or even better with Obama via Skype instead.

It’s quite a funny week for these revelations to come out, since before the Nato summit, David Cameron was criticised for daring to dine with Samantha, and then later on in the summit apparently sneaked off to go sightseeing. However, I want to defend Cameron- something I don’t do often. After all, I feel it is his right to have a social life and chill with his wife and Ipad now and then- as long as he isn’t day dreaming about beating his all-time high score during the Eurozone crisis talks I see absolutely no problem with that. After all, right now he is getting a lot of stick from almost everyone and if he needs to hit balls or chop fruits up to deal with that, then fine. It’s only when it gets to him spending 10 hours a day on Draw Something trying to draw Charlie Sheen we should start worrying about him.

The next blog won’t be for a good few days now, by that time my books from Amazon will have arrived so I can talk about them and television. Saturday and Sunday are going to be busy- Eurovision and the Baftas in quick succession with each other and I hope to blog about both. (Eurovision will be a muddled up one I’m afraid, never done one on it before!)

Today I’m just going to review this year’s Comedy Gala which was broadcast on Channel 4 last night, alongside my views of all the acts. I wasn’t actually meant to do this blog at all, since I was going to moan about Facebook instead, but I soon realized the satisfaction of talking about the state of the comedy world is much more fun. If any fs are missing in this piece, it is because my laptop is now ancient and the f key has to be pressed very hard, and in the height of my ranting I may forget to press hard.

Opening the show was Jessie J, which kind of undermines the comedy aspect of the gala. This feature was revisited later on when Justin Bieber gave a two minute speech talking about how attractive he is, far too attractive to be a comedian anyway. (Well, Biebs, I must say I fancy 99.9% of comedians rather than you so do feel free to shut up!) Also making a mockery of the comedy aspect was Lee Nelson who made me want to bash my head against a wall- maybe my humour is failing but acting like a chav and putting on a comedy accent does not make you funny in my eyes.

Keith Lemon seemed to gain the most praise on Twitter; however I didn’t find him very funny. A few years ago Celebrity Juice was my favourite programme on earth and the potato jokes made me laugh my head off, but now it just doesn’t seem to have evolved and is still the same jokes nearly five years on. I watched it before it was cool to set your Facebook status to it and shout Keith Lemon quotes out in the street, for God’s sake, yet I seem to have grown out of it now.

A recurring theme throughout the night were hilarious panel show guests being disappointing on stage. Of the top of my head I can think of three examples- Jo Brand, Micky Flanagan and Reginald D Hunter. All three are brilliant on panel shows, but their stand up didn’t make me laugh as much as I was hoping. Lee Evans seemed to get almost double the time to everyone else, unless it was just me. I don’t mind Lee, apart from Peter Kay he was the first comic my parents introduced me to, but his set was old and not very original anymore- and is it just me or does he swear a lot more than he used to?

So, which comics did I actually like? may be the question you are asking yourself right now. Well, I enjoyed Josh Widdicombe and Seann Walsh (his two tone suit was mesmerizing), who are regulars on Stand Up for the Week, plus Michael McIntyre wasn’t too bad either, even if he isn’t my favourite comic and sometimes makes me want to glue him to the spot so he can’t walk round and round and round. Jack Whitehall also raised quite a few laughs, I have followed his career since TNT Show three years ago now, and it is rare I haven’t enjoyed something by him. Jack Dee, who was on near the beginning, impressed me after the Lee Nelson fiasco and made my sour face lighten up a bit. Andi Osho’s red outfit was amazing, and I rather enjoyed her comedy as well, so it was smiles all round for her, and I felt the two end comics were excellent to finish on- Kevin Bridges and Sean Lock are both excellent comics who are two of the few who never fail to make me giggle.

The highlight of my night personally though has got to be Jon Richardson. When he first joined 8 Out of 10 Cats last year I was apprehensive- I’d never heard of him before and I didn’t mind Jason Manford. However, one year on and I have now read his fantastic book “It’s Not Me, It’s You” and have come to appreciate him as a fantastic comedian- he definitely rates above Jason on 8OO10C now, and brought new life into the show. I personally thought his set yesterday was superb.

Those were my opinions on the Comedy Gala. You probably think one of three things about me now: either A. You made fun of my favourite comic, BOOO. B. It’s for charity you jerk, stop moaning and start laughing. Or C. I totally agree, Bravo! Either way, I hope I raised a few good points and this didn’t become a totally f absent piece of literature.