Christina Hendricks is a real inspiration to allegedly real women. This is mainly because she’s got curves which are acceptably not-fat.

Disagree? Stop thinking about her large breasts then. Fact is, this pin-up for wimminkind is just as objectified as any other fancied human. No-one likes her for her brains or what she’d said. As far as history is concerned, she’s never spoken a word, ever. Still, at least she hates children. That’s right folks! You may think of her as being some kind of ace, hot-shot working single mother… but she’s not. You’re confusing the actress with the woman she plays in Mad Men. Stupid. She actually doesn’t rate kids that much, not that it’ll stop the press from asking her when she’s going to have babies. Us humans have a complete design flaw in our notion that this ailing planet actually needs more of us to colonize it. It doesn’t. That’s the last thing it needs. Asked when the babies are due, Hendricks says:

“Not anytime soon.”

And why is that? She’s too busy making loads of money and having a real cool time with her husband, actor Geoffrey Arend. So you lot can sit around talking about your curves with a baby draining your bap, ogling Christina Hendricks equally unobtainable figure thinking she’s more like you than that horrible Kate Moss or whoever. She’s not. Now go away.

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Matthew Vaughn (producer/director of Kick Ass, X Men: First Class, Lock Stock etc) is finding himself in the middle of a baby drama. That’s not to say he’s remaking Three Men And A Little Lady, but rather, everyone thinks he’s got someone pregnant who isn’t his partner.

Everyone is talking behind their hands and saying that he’s the father of the thing that is currently growing inside of Mad Men’s January Jones. Yes, that’s her real name. And yes, she was born in January.

Now, January Jones is an attractive lady, so you may well think ‘Cuh! There ain’t a hope in hell that someone with a face like that could have sexual relations with a hottie like her!’, but you must remember that Vaughn is currently shacked up with Claudia Schiffer.

Either way, Vaughn is vehemently denying that January’s baby belongs to his seed. The legal team for the filmmaker has strongly denied that his client had an affair with Jones and he certainly hasn’t got one in her famous oven.

However, others are reporting that things don’t quite add-up. Of course, no-one is saying anything concrete… where’s the fun in that?

E! kicked things off by pointing out some odd coincidences that linked Matthew to January. Insiders reckon that Matthew and Claudia were renting a house on Foothill Road in Beverly Hills, yet suddenly, they upped sticks and moved as soon as January announced that she was going to be having a baby.

Hmmm. Tenuous at best.

However, the rumour mill also noticed that Matthew also missed out on the New York screening of ‘First Class’, citing “severe” tonsillitis for the absence. E!, again, noticed that he seemed to be fine when doing interviews for the movie on the same day.

So there we have it. Being ill and moving house means that you have got a woman pregnant. Amazing stuff.

What does January Jones have to say about it all? Well, her representative says:

“January Jones is happy to announce that she is expecting her first child this fall. She’s really looking forward to this new chapter in her life as a single mom.”

The only thing we’ve learned is that some people have really stupid names and that Claudia Schiffer clearly has cataracts.

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What’s a really bad television series to re-boot? Would it be the one that was on at the fag-end of the Seventies that your Dad showed an unhealthy interest in and that gifted you with nothing more than unsettling memories of your parents arguing as you were hurriedly sent to bed amid accusations from your mother directed at your father of infidelity with “that bloody telly whore”.

Yeah. That one.

So why not re-invigorate the whole sorry affair for a new generation, and release some pictures of new star Adrianne Palicki wearing a PVC costume that suggests that she is preparing to attend the world’s tackiest hen night?

Here are seven reasons why the whole sorry enterprise is a colossally bad idea:

1. Basically, Wonder Woman was the worst superhero ever, and the television series was the most underwhelming thing to be broadcast ever. It made the Adam West ‘Batman’ series look like a Ken Loach film.

2. A super-power that consists of changing your outfit by spinning around quite quickly butters very few parsnips in this house.

3. Linda Carter was at best a MILF. At best. No matter what your Dad thought – he un-ironically enjoyed Starsky and Hutch for God’s sake – replacing her with Adrianne Palicki is no improvement. She looks like the world’s least convincing ladyboy. She does.

4. Wonder Woman’s big gimmick was that she wore bullet-proof bracelets. BRACELETS. Because, when in a gun-fight situation, you want to make sure your dainty wrists will emerge unscathed.

5. A magic lasso. Really?

6. The world’s most unflattering golden star-encrusted headband. And there’s not much competition.

7. David E. Kelly.

Let’s linger on that last one. This new show – which is destined to make the recent Bionic Woman look like a runaway success – is helmed by the creator of Ally chuffing McBeal. The following press statement can only chill the blood of any sane person:

“a reinvention of the iconic D.C. comic in which Wonder Woman – aka Diana Prince – is a vigilante crime fighter in L.A. but also a successful corporate executive and a modern woman trying to balance all of the elements of her extraordinary life.”

Great. So that’ll be Wonder Woman by day twatting-on about novelty coffee-based beverages, pining for some weak-ass ‘lost love’ and staring wide-eyed over a city landscape whilst Vonda Shepard plays in the background and by night looking like she’s bought a ‘novelty’ costume from Argos and will be vomiting in the gutter at the taxi-rank by midnight.

Cancelled mid-way through series (not ‘season’, it’s our language) one is our guess.

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The world of filmed media is going comic book crazy at the moment. They’ve finally realised that there’s a whole bunch of stories out there, with the tone, setting and image already nailed, waiting to be turned into a moving picture. Duh.

And the latest reboot is Wonder Woman, cashing in not only on comic book nerds, but fans of the camp ’70s TV series which featured Lynda Carter.

The lady who’ll be playing our Amazonette is Adrianne Palicki who you’ve probably never heard of. Unless, of course, you’re a teenager who has stared longingly at her breasts online for a while.

That’s right folk! Palicki will be playing Diana Prince (that’s Wonder Woman alter ego, should you be wondering why the crap we’ve started throwing other names into the pot).

Palicki is best known (well, y’know?) for her role in Friday Night Lights as well as an appearance in the drama, Lone Star in 2010.

She’s also got comicbook previous too, appearing briefly in Smallville.

And despite the fact you haven’t heard of her, it appears that Palicki was the only actress in mind for the show, being the only actress invited to test for the part.

There’s been rumours of a film and TV show for years, with all manner of people being linked to the role. Christina Hendricks, Angelina Jolie and Catherine Zeta Jones have all been associated with Wonder Woman, but alas, Palicki has the gig which is set to irritate a few die-hards.

Apparently, the new project will veer drastically away from what people will expect. Some will call it a radical reimagining while other will just yaaboo at it being spoiled and ruined rotten.

It’s thought that the new Wonder Woman will fight crime as well as holding down a steady job as a top flight executive. It could be like The Good Wife meets Batman… or, y’know, a giant, expensive crock of shite.

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Christina Hendricks is a woman. Obviously. We know this because of her gigantic breasts. Of course, because she isn’t particularly thin, she’s become the go-to woman for fatties to promote ‘curves’.

Alas, ‘curves’ is just as unattainable as the supposed ‘size zero’ because ‘curves’ tends to mean ‘massive boobs and an impossibly tiny waist and holding your stomach in during photoshoots’ as opposed to one continual curve that makes you look like the letter ‘O’. A letter ‘O’ covered in kebab meat.

Anyway, Hendricks is seen as a struck blow for wimmin’s lib, despite the fact she’s objectified just as much as any other famous, attractive human. And this particular lady is probably going to be the next Wonder Woman.

For the record, we’re not against people carrying a bit of weight… we just don’t like you ladies assuming that, because you consider yourself to be closer to some assumed national average, it makes you more womanly than someone who is thinner. Of course, you’re literally more of a woman, but alas, not in terms of ‘essence of female’. Okay?

Now eat that pie and stop making excuses about it. We’ll have one while you’re at it.

Anyway, humanlib out of the way, let’s all start strumming out genitals in unison as we consider Christina Hendricks in a Wonder Woman outfit.

*grunts*

Have we all finished now? You lot are on round two of self-abasement? Pigs.

Anyway, Mad Men’s Hendricks is currently gigging as a voice-over for Lois Lane for All-Star Superman, and so, everyone has hatched up the idea that she’ll probably be game to play Wonder Woman as she clearly likes comic book characters.

On US talk show Rachel Ray , Hendricks stated that she’d “love” to play the role made famous by Lynda Carter in the ’70s TV series.

Hendricks says:

“I heard that rumour too – I don’t know where it got started but I love it!”

So there you have it. She’s absolutely, definitely doing it. Why? Because we’ve said so and we’re never, ever wrong about these matters. Now, back to the masturbating.

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When will programme makers learn? You take something to satellite TV and you pretty much guarantee that the vast majority of people move on and find something else to love. Look at Richard and Judy’s career. Only 3 people watched The Wire away from the box-set versions, and they were mental fanboys who never stopped talking about it.

And so, the same will happen with Mad Men. Yes indeed, it’s bad news for you fans of the show as you will have to pay to watch the series from next year, with BSkyB having offered a significantly larger sum than the BBC currently forks out.

We’re afraid you’ll have to stare at Christina Hendrick’s clothes/tits online from now on.

Don Draper & Co are, as if you didn’t know, currently being shown on BBC Four, which is free-to-air. However, Sky have stumped up a bid worth at least 25% more than the BBC paid for the last deal, according to The Guardian.

One source has claimed Sky are willing to pay four times the amount and willing to stick with the show as long as it’s being made.

A source said:

“Sky has made a huge bid and the BBC does not want to enter a bidding war so it looks as though Sky will get Mad Men.”

Thanks to everyone moaning about how much the BBC spends on shows, it’s likely that they won’t even consider trying to match the endless pocket of Sky. So if you read The Daily Mail AND like Mad Men, it’s completely your fault. Meanwhile, the clever kids are all laughing into their Pot Noodles, already planning to illegally torrent the whole thing.

A BBC spokesman said:

“We’re in negotiations for the continuing broadcast of Mad Men but nothing has been confirmed.”

A Sky spokesman said:

“Sky will always endeavour to bring the best content to our customers, but we do not comment on shows that we don’t hold the rights to.”

Imagine that though. Sky do land the show, leaving viewers gamely trying to get lost in the ’60s world and cigarette clouds, only to be yoinked out of a suspension of disbelief with a ear-heavingly loud commercial for Go Compare.

And so, as Mad Men prepares to wave goodbye to, well, pretty much anyone watching it in this country, we can all look forward to a gigantic outpouring of grief from Twitter users.

Start trolling them now.

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This week in good and bad.

Folded:

• Stephen Fry at his best (guess who his target is..?)
• Want to make a Tron costume for Halloween? This is still the best one out there (warning: contains testes)
• Some clarification on the most talked about baffling film of the last thirty years (not Inception)
• Randy Quaid (Yes! Cousin Eddie has come to stay!)
• Twitter worm (it takes a  virus to realise you’ve been wasting most of your day)

Creased:

• Eminem (currently has eight songs in the charts, all from 2002)
• Mad Men spoilers on Twitter (what is it about this show that causes everyone in the U.S. to hashtag ruin it for the rest of us?)
• That cringy bit at the end of The X-Factor where the judges make out an obviously talented singer won’t be put through to ‘boot camp’ (“You raise me up”, “This is my perfect moment” – take your pick)
• It’s so cold out (yes, pillock in t-shirt, we’re talking to you)
• Passport office (ever been to one of these places? They’re staffed by the entire cast of The League of Gentlemen)

10 - What’s the worst thing about this picture of Linda Hogan? Oh, that’s right, ALL OF IT – AmyGrindhouse

9 - Previously, on Rock Soap Opera – Rock Soap Opera

8 - One film review a day for a year. This is glorious – 7films

7 - Here’s a robot using artificial intelligence to flip pancakes. Hey, maybe Terminators will be a force for good after all! - Geekologie

6 - Spanish TV, eh? Eh? - WatchWithMothers

5 - No matter how much you hate vuvuzelas, you probably don’t hate them this much – Asylum

4 – Debbie Gibson and Tiffany having a catfight, which will mean something to you if you’re as old as we are – BestWeekEver

3 - Enjoy taking your baby swimming, but worried that armbands won’t asphyxiate them as much as you’d like? You’re in luck! – Buzzfeed

2 - Every single cigarette ever smoked on Mad Men ever. Make yourselves comfortable – Comedy

1 – God, but face electrocution is hilarious, isn’t it?…

10 - If you don’t listen to this podcast before the end of the day, you are a helmet – Darkbeige.podbean

9 – The TV hat: sort of amazing, really - Watchwithmothers

8 - Mullets are illegal in Iran. Good. – AmyGrindhouse

7 - Oh go on then: here’s the world’s best ju-jitsu granny – Asylum

6 – We had a go on one of those magical Dyson Air Multiplier this weekend. Why aren’t these people bigger than Apple? – Dyson

5 - Expensive things being shot at by snipers. That’s probably all you need to know – Geekologie

4 - Want to know about the new Mad Men clothes? Of course you bloody do – Clothesonfilm

3 – Japanese Barack Obama. Possibly not offensive. Possibly quite offensive - Buzzfeed

2 – This is a dark day for competitive eating enthusiasts. A dark, sort of funny, day – TotalProSports

1 – Bears are invincible. OR ARE THEY?

Here at Hecklerspray, we are an esteemed bunch of distinguished gentlemen (with the odd stylish woman thrown in for good measure). We’ve been known to put on a suit, slick on the Brylcreem and slap a lady on the derriere – we’re only human after all.

So it’s no surprise then that we are all big fans of the retro endeavours of Mad Men, in all its charcoal-suited glory. It’s also no surprise that we’re not the perfect specimen of humankind either; just look at Stu – you’ll often find him strolling through underpasses licking homeless people (apparently to know what failure tastes like). It’s this thinly-veiled underbelly of man that makes Mad Men such a compelling viewing experience.

The inhabitants of Sterling Cooper aren’t quite what they seem, and Season three continues to chip away at the 1960’s antiquated attitudes towards society. So it’s not exactly another bombastic sensory bombardment of cheap action, ad-break cliffhangers and smoke monsters.

Season three starts with the entire regular cast returning and, most pleasingly for some, Don Draper’s (Jon Hamm) woes become even more prominent. With him truly at the focus of the series, his relationship with his wife Betty (January Jones), takes a good chunk of the season three drama. If you haven’t caught the sublime first or second series of Mad Men, then don’t feel threatened about jumping straight into the latest series, it doesn’t take long to catch-up on.

When last we left the advertising agency on Madison Avenue (hence the title ‘Mad Men’), the Drapers were back together again with a small bundle of joy on the way. What a wonderful life that child can look forward to. There’s also some corporate shenanigans for the audience to invest in, and some tough decisions that the characters have to face – in particular Peggy Olsen (Elisabeth Moss), who goes through some interesting changes over the course of this season.

The show’s sociological aspect fascinates most throughout, analysing how attitudes began to change and develop and taking a look how seminal events in modern history rippled through the lives of the characters. In the time of JFK, it literally stopped everything dead, placing characters that we’ve grown to appreciate (if not necessarily like) in an infamous event that we’re all familiar with. It’s dark but riveting stuff.

And that’s the beauty of Mad Men. It’s like a stiff whiskey. It’s slick, smooth to look at, but rough on the inside and goes down with a kick. It’s not easy viewing but endlessly compelling and refreshing in what is an era of television that is overwrought with cliché.

We go back to a time when the men were xenophobic, misogynistic chain smokers who drank all day. And you wonder why your grandparents smell like they do.

Extras: Now, we’re not usually one for praising DVD features (mainly because they’re rubbish), but the audio commentaries that are available for each episode are a must-listen to any fan of the show. Most of the main cast get involved and it really is an indispensable insight into the makings of such a beloved series. This is one of the most comprehensive DVD sets around.

‘Spray Rating: 5/5

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Until now, Christina Hendricks has been suffering – slaving away on a show that barely anyone watches.

She’s been ignored by the masses. But not any more. Although she’s been noticed by every single viewer of Mad Men – which, despite all its critical acclaim, still amounts to three middle-aged men and a barely-interested dog – now Christina Hendricks is ready to hit the big league. And by ‘big league’ we mean ‘the league where millions of 14-year-old boys masturbate relentlessly to magazine photographs of her in a pair of pants and half a gallon of warmed-up goose fat’.

That’s right, Esquire has just named Christina Hendricks as America’s best looking woman. Read that again. She’s only America’s best looking woman. You see, Christina Hendricks may have flame-red hair, a perfect body and a constant sultry expression on her face, but she’s no match for Britain’s Pat Butcher. That’s right, we said it.

This is a landmark day for Christina Hendricks. She may have spent the last few years of her life doing little more than playing the accordion and letting her husband rape her on Mad Men, but that’s all about to change. Because now a magazine has put her at the top of one of its Beautiful Women polls. All of a sudden Christina Hendricks is up there with Halle Berry and Eva Longoria, which means her profile has just gone stratospheric.

So what will she do now? Should Christina Hendricks follow the Longoria route and labour on with her television show while watching her dreams of movie stardom vanish into the sunset, only occasionally livening things up by wearing hotpants that display a cameltoe so obnoxiously gigantic that pilots often try to touch their planes down on it when she’s not looking? Or should she follow the Halle Berry route and just make hundreds of crap films one after the other until everyone forgets that she even exists?

That’s a decision for another day, because now that she’s officially the best-looking woman in America according to Esquire, Christina Hendricks can concentrate on writing an open letter to all men as if she’s the spokesperson for every woman on the face on the planet all of a sudden. Fox quotes:

“If we’re in love with you, we love your body. Your potbelly, everything. Even if you’re insecure about something, we love your body. You feel like you’re not this or that? We love your body. We embrace everything. Because it’s you… We want you to order Scotch. It’s the most impressive drink order. It’s classic. It’s sexy. Such a rich color. The glass, the smell. It’s Scotch. And you ordered it.”

That’s just an extract, of course – elsewhere in the letter Christina Hendricks goes on to point out that women love it if you fart in bed and then hold the covers over their head so they have to breathe it in, and that there’s nothing sexier than when you watch a woman do the ironing and Top Gear’s on and you’ve got one hand down your trousers and you’re trying to burp the word ‘Robocop’.

No, really, you can ask her.

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Kids these days don’t know they’re born. What did we have to play with growing up? Lumps of coal and dysentery, that’s what.

But today’s kids? They’re so lucky. Do you know how hard it is for a six-year-old boy to create a overtly sexist tableaux of alienation, ruthlessness and mid-century social mobility with bits of coal? It’s almost completely impossible. The new generation of children, however, don’t have to put any of the legwork in – because a new range of Barbie dolls based on the hit TV show Mad Men has just been released.

It’s a genius idea, and one that we hope catches on soon. Because Mad Men Barbies are one thing, but a range of Transformers based on Stephen Poliakoff‘s 2006 television play Gideon’s Daughter? There isn’t a child in the land who wouldn’t want to unwrap that on Christmas day, surely.

For all the mountains of Doctor Who action figures around, the world of television merchandise is still lacking somewhat. For instance, we’d pay an entire year’s wages if it meant we could have an official Lost Claire’s Nightmarish Animal Skull Baby of our very own. And we’ve lusted after a Jack Bauer‘s My First Unethical Yet Necessary Torture Kit for years now. But, after becoming fans of Mad Men, there has been one item that we’ve wanted more than anything.

That’s right, a miniature official Mad Men Don Draper doll that appears to have stolen Dracula‘s hair, wears more mascara than Amy Winehouse after a night out on the crack and walks about in a suit so monumentally ill-fitting that he sort of looks like an undead teenager on the first day of a court case. And now, thanks to the super-brains at Mattel, that’s exactly what we’ve got. Hooray! The New York Times reports:

The dolls are part of a premium-price collectors’ series for adults that Mattel calls the Barbie Fashion Model Collection, with a suggested retail price of $74.95 each… “The dolls, we feel, do a great job of embodying the series,” said Stephanie Cota, senior vice president for Barbie marketing at Mattel in El Segundo, Calif. “Certain things are appropriate, and certain things aren’t.”

There’s a picture of the Mad Men Barbie dolls here. At least we assume that it’s a picture of the Mad Men Barbie dolls – it could just as easily be a picture of the Jenny Celerier From The Apprentice A Couple Of Years Ago Barbie doll, the Before And After Just For Men Masculine Hair Dye Ken dolls and an actual Barbie doll that’s had nothing done to it whatsoever.

But let’s just believe that they’re the real Mad Men Barbie dolls, though, even though the Roger Sterling doll sadly isn’t in blackface. Maybe that’ll be a limited edition doll in the future.

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Christina Hendricks is fooling no one, the cheeky strumpet. Christina is on the cover of New York magazine’s latest issue. More specifically, her milkmaid-sized comedy breasts are falling out of a too-tight corset on the cover of New York magazine.

Putting her on the cover dressed like that is a foolish move on the part of the publication. Foolish because distributing hard copies of this magazine could lead to multi-buys on a scale never seen before. Store shelves could be stripped bare. People would be wrestling each other for issues. Blood may be spilled in the aisles – the horror.

There wouldn’t be paper or ink enough to keep up with the demand. Supply of all of the aforementioned would be exhausted. Your children’s children will be writing with sticks in the mud, after the world is stripped of vital supplies; they’ll have her to thank.

Where were we? Oh yes. Christina the red-headed milkmaid, graces the cover of a fancy magazine. She poses in clothes, says things, and may mention the cure for cancer somewhere in her interview. But it doesn’t really matter. No one is paying attention to anything the poor woman says.

From New York magazine:

Christina Hendricks thinks all the talk about her body is a little embarrassing. It’s not as if she has an extra limb, after all. She just has an especially attractive version of the same thing women have had forever—curves—but she happens to have them in a profession where women haven’t for quite some time. “It kind of hurt my feelings at first,” she says. “Anytime someone talks about your figure constantly, you get nervous, you get really self-conscious. I was working my butt off on the show, and then all anyone was talking about was my body!”

From what I inferred from her interview, she fulfilled her own stereotypes and just talked about her body for a good chunk of her time. She shoehorns something in there about Mad Men – but we at hecklerspray are too busy watching Rex The Runt re-runs online to tear ourselves away and watch proper grown up television.

The grown up actress, of a grown up show tried to give a grown up interview. However, she was cajoled into talking about her cleavage in the world’s longest interview:

You can see why all the focus on how big the chest, how narrow the waist, how round the hips could drive an actor—anyone—insane, but people were only noticing Christina Hendricks’s body because they were finally noticing Christina Hendricks. “It might sound silly,” she says, “but I didn’t realize I was so different. I was just oblivious. Sometimes I would go on an audition and someone would say something like, Girl, you’re refreshing! That was it.”

This was a guest blog by Amy Grindhouse. By jimminy, she’s wonderful

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Like movie stars and music moguls, television people like nothing better than an evening of expensive outfits, impressive golden statuettes changing hands, and beautiful faces all sitting around telling one another just how brilliant they all are at their jobs. It’s only a shame that such wonderful nights out don’t stretch into normal jobs.

We shall only ever dream of a day when undervalued stone masons and building site skivvies get to breeze around outside hotels shouting details of their suits/blouses to hysterical reporters. What a great day that would be.

Last night it was the 61st edition of The Emmy Awards, so everyone who couldn’t quite cut it on the big screen turned up, their skin soft and shiny, their hair just about achieving the perfection they demand. Embarrassingly, practically all of the males in attendance turned up in the same dinner-suit-plus-tie outfit. The women, meanwhile, shimmered and sparkled like fireworks at an eighteen year old boy’s impromptu bonfire night party in the back garden with most of his friends. Seriously. They looked that amazing. 

The big cock-punch of the evening went to the gigantic throbbing minds behind Family Guy, who were hoping to become one of the first cartoons to snaffle the Best Comedy gong. There’s a whisper that The Flintstones did it about sixty years ago, or something. But it wasn’t to be. Instead, the cheerful 30 Rock gang were awarded their third in a row, meaning that the show’s creator, Tina Fey, can now think about giving her Emmy’s a hilarious nickname – like The Bee Gees, or ZZ Top. Or any other band that consists of three members. She’ll have fun with that. She’s a creative woman. She loves challenges.

On the downside for Fey, she did lose out in the battle of the women with four-letter names beginning with T, when Toni Collette took the grand prize as Most Fantastic Actress Making Everyone Laugh in a Comedy. For those not up on these things, she stars as a bonkers maniac in a show called United States of Tara. Well done her. Luckily for the 30 Rock crew, Alec Baldwin did make up for the howling disappointment of it all by winning the male version of the same prize.

Elsewhere, Mad Men – the tale of men smoking at work, and the sexy ginger one convincing timid secretaries to have it off with their bosses – was declared Greatest Drama. Glenn Close, who will be forever remembered as the recipient of the full Michael Douglas tongue in Fatal Attraction, triumphed as a dramatic actor, as did Bryan Cranston, who was repeatedly overlooked for his stunning work in Malcolm in The Middle. The Academy – or whoever it is – is clearly making up for that now. He won for Breaking Bad.

Here’s what Jessica Lange said at one point during the evening:

“I can’t believe I’m standing here.”

You tell them, sister!

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Tennis and table tennis.

Folded:

• Saturday Morning Watchmen cartoon (commission this now. This second. Now)
• Lifegoesonintehran.com (remarkable photographs, all taken on a camera phone no less)
• Internet banking (never waste another Saturday afternoon queuing up again. You will probably lose all your money when someone hacks into your account, but by the end of this year you won’t have any left anyway)
• Crumbs! (when did she get so hot?)
• Wheelman (awful graphics, awful dialogue, absolutely terrific fun. Airjack, dude!)

Creased:

• Misery (been one heck of a week for it)
• Fearne Cotton vomiting her way up Kilimanjaro (looks like those nights spent slumped at a glass table are taking their toll)
• Dresses over jeans (ladies, imagine your man wearing his dressing gown over his jeans. Imagine how pleased you’d be. There you go)
• Only thirteen episodes per season of Mad Men (makes us mad. And it’s unlucky)
• People who always want to make you a cup of tea (we don’t all drink it, you know? How about offering a beer instead? Can’t think of a better way to mark 9.30 in the morning)