As a broadcaster, I'd be the last person to mock someone doing a live programme, for a slip of the tongue. Whilst I've never sworn on air (well, OK, I said "shit" once, but it was drowned out by a Miles Davis tune), I am notorious for getting halfway through making a point, and then forgetting WTF I was talking about.

Actually, I'm painting a bleaker picture than the reality, which is listeners say I make them laugh (perhaps rather more often than I intend).

So I'm watching the news last night, on Denver's Warner Bros. affliate, WB2, and dear old Ernie Bjorkman, is showing footage of the Mardi Gras celebrations going on in New Orleans:

Ernie:"The celebrations continue until midnight, about an hour from now, when police will start shooting party-goers. Err... I mean... shooing party-goers, off the streets."

His co-anchor just about wet herself, trying not to laugh.

Classic.

So, last Sunday night was the last ever episode of Sex And The City. Just as I discover the series, it's at an end. On the upside, I still have seasons three, four, five, and half of six, left to watch on DVD. Also on the upside, I know people who own said DVDs.

Prior to tonight's final episode, HBO showed two short documentaries on the series. I'm still not entirely sure what the difference between the two films was, but they were pleasant, all the same. It wouldn't be entirely unreasonable to say that said documentaries were a little over-self-congratulatory, and clearly more of a build-up to the show's finale, than any attempt at thought-provoking journalism. Then again, just how hardball could any documentary maker be, about a show where the biggest emotional crisis, is which shoes Carrie needs to wear?

As I say, the pre-show show was pleasant enough, and lead up to the final chapter of Carrie's six-year voyage of shoe self discovery.

Actually, cynicism aside for a moment, it was pretty much a perfect ending. Carrie finally wised up to what a self-involved loser The Russian was, Mr Big showed up (amazingly without the grenade launcher I'd predicted he'd be carrying) and was threatening to kick Ruskie ass (what is this? The Reagan Administration, all of a sudden?) and despite the chemo, Samantha got her hair, and her mojo back.

Yeah, the ending was a tad schmaltzy, but let's face it, no-one watched Sex And The City for it's gritty hard-nosed take on reality.

Given that the series was entirely focused on the lives of white, middle-class female denizens of Manhattan, one is left wondering why, and how, it gained such popularity, when you consider how many of us don't live in New York.

Perhaps this is a resurgence of a desire for the kind of escapism not seen in films since the depression era of the 1930's? That says a lot about the economy and the current administration, if it is.

I'm trying to envisage a similar series, set in Denver. It'd have to be called something like, "Snow And The City", "SUVs And The City", or "Soccer Moms And The City". It would probably feature the lives of four women who are all under 5'4", drive Suburbans, ski, and vote Republican. Trauma over Manolo Blahnik shoes would be replaced by tirades against the cost of ski passes, and Mr Big would be played by John Elway.

All of which, makes one crave escapism all the more. Pass the DVDs.

Work is leaving me with very little time to write. So it's times like this when you need some audio visual distraction.

Yet again, Senior European DMfM Co-respondent (and VP of Silly Links) Tim, has reported in with yet more British craziness.

Click this link, let it load, then run your mouse pointer over various characters in the picture, and they'll speak their minds. Speakers/headphones are required.

Be warned. Some of this is NSFW. It is also in a Yorkshire accent. Subtitles are not supplied. ;)

I didn't mention it at the time, but I did a radio show last Thursday night. Apart from co-hosting during a recent mini-pledge drive, it was my first full show of the year. To my complete surprise, the studio phone rang off the hook for the first hour or so with well-wishers, saying they were glad to hear me back on air. This is something which never ceases to astoound me - a) that anyone listens, and b) that anyone actually enjoys listening to me ramble on, drop CD cases live on air, or mispronounce any and all Spanish words. And no, this isn't false modesty - it really does amaze (and yes, delight) me that people are into the music I play, or the waffle I talk.

So anyway, for the first time since I got my current day job (herding cats), I'll be doing a daytime radio sthow, today.

This is unusual, I know, but my boss is very supportive of my radio career, and indeed jazz89. It goes some way to making up for the crazy hours I've put in, in order to meet some deadlines for websites.

So, I'm on from 1-4pm today on 89.3FM or online, via the link above.

Stay tuned.

In case you're looking for a new web browser, if only in an attempt to get away from the God-awful Microsoft Internet Explorer, give Mozilla's new Firebird browser a go.

It's only in beta release (or "technology preview" as they insist on calling it), but the interface is a little cleaner than the old Mozilla browser. It's fully compatible with the older Mozilla "signature", such that you can still do your online banking and other secure web stuff.

Better Than IE
Because it has tabbed browsing. When are Microsoft going to wake up to themselves and make IE tabbable? No-one needs 25 seperate processes, clogging up system resources, when they could have one.

Because it's skinnable. Give me a browser skin that produces a minimalist, out-of-the-way interface any day.

Better Than Safari
It breaks my heart to be down on an Apple product, but as fast as it is, as clean and uncluttered as the user-interface is, producing a browser that has Alzheimer's is just useless. Despite Apple's claims, Safari loses its cookies at the drop of a hat. It remembers where you've been on the internet, but it doesn't seem to recollect your cookie information such as your name, or login details.

Of course, that's on the 50% of websites on which Safari actually works. The rest are either badly rendered, or you just can't display the content. God help you if you want to do Internet banking using Safari. Apple's insistance on having a totally indepedent (of Microsoft and Mozilla) browser is all very admirable, but when none of the banks will let you log on via Safari, what's the point in using it?

Firebird is available for all the usual operating systems.

Apparently, this site has been doing the rounds, a while back, but it's new to me, and thus, is new to DMfM.

It's collection of short Flash-based animations, regarding muffins, available at Muffin Films.

My personal favourite is The Muffin Tree.

I'm shocked at what I'm seeing on my TV these days. However, unlike the moral minority, my problem isn't with Janet Jackson showing her right tit, it's with the amount of air-time given to covering how "shocked and disgusted" everyone is.

It was the lead story on Monday night's news. There were interviews with people from the FCC, and Denver mothers. People were talking, on camera, about how distraught and offended they were by it.

To remind you, this was the brief showing of one female breast. It wasn't even a pair. It was also shown, due to (and I can't believe I'd ever quote Justin Timberlake), "a wardrobe malfunction" - the implication being that it was not a planned event.

Frankly, even if it was a planned event, it was a lame one. The irony of the situation of course, is that people being so very up-in-arms about the whole thing, is giving it a hundred times as much air-time as was originally intended. I bet Janet Jackson's publicist is laughing his or her arse off. There is, after all, no such thing as bad publicity. Who knows, it might even distract the networks away from covering the trials, tribulations and oddities of her brother Michael?

By the way, you can see uncensored pictures of the event on the no doubt morally bankrupt heathen godless sinners website: BBC News. I'm only linking to this out of sheer bloody-mindedness against the idiots going on about how awful it all was, and NOT for any entertainment purpose! The full story is here.

Whilst I realise this nation was founded by Puritans, I really thought it had moved on in the past couple of hundred years, and briefly showing a single part of a naked human body would not cause so many people, so much upset.

I am aware that children will have been watching, but they're also watching the constant torrent of violence and killing on television, shown daily. Surely, even the most Christian of Americans would agree that that does more harm to the moral fibre (or fiber) of young people, than a brief glimpse of a nipple? Maybe that's just my crazy, bohemian European approach to life?

Then again, maybe it's because I know that more people were killed or injured by bullets and guns last year, than by breasts.