It's been an interesting week in vTowers. From this writer's perspective I've been cooped up in rural france (shame, I know) working on bits and pieces that you may well notice (folder changes and classics and 'tings like that). But no-one really actually knows or cares about that side of things, so lets leave that there.

What we do care about is Jonathan Creek and the ever-affable Alan Davies who looks more and more like Tom Baker every day. I finally saw the "christmas special" (is it really still a christmas special when there's no distinct christmas theme whatsoever about it and it's shown so long after christmas that it is in fact next year?) today and it was just brilliant, including one magnificient scene where he looks in on a murder taking place with such posterity and class that the murderer flees for fearing that he just isn't posh enough to take on, er, Alan Davies. The epitome (ish) of poshness.

Essentially whenever watching any murder mystery drama (Diagnosis Murder etc) I like to indulge in guessing every possible plot twist, and usually getting some right (although a good 90% of my guesses involve characters from a totally different series). The family do not approve of this. I do however digress.

Lets be blunt a troupe of 12 girls singing provocative songs about making men and their girlfriends jealous, pushing up their buttons (I know what buttons they are talking about) and so forth, is a telling sign. Especially when they do it whilst gyrating in bikinis and the like...

So what do we have for you this week then? Well this week we've looked at a few of the smash-mega-hits from the last few months; Dave has had a look at When I Grow Up (yeah, the song that when all sober we describe as "really bloody average" but when, um, not sober we describe as "really bloody amazing" - well, unless you're Dave I guess) by the Pussycat Dolls and that can be seen over here.

Our boy Josh then moved on to open his own key cutting store, one free of razzmatazz where the aprons were unbranded and the employees honest.

I meanwhile have really pushed the boat out with (if I say so myself) probably the most surreal thing I've ever written about a song which in itself can only be described as surreal; no-one really is quite sure about how this bastardisation of a lovely saxophone piece became such a super-hit. If you want to see how I managed to get the word Timpsons into an article about a dance-smash (and repeatedly) then stumble over to here sir.

The house's furnishings are revealed; a sofa, a television set and a saxophone. At this point it is clear that this can only be an erotic film or a political thriller. To be honest I'd quite like the latter, would at the very least make a change from the majority of things on MTV Base at the moment (not that I'm watching; 120 minutes "FTW").

Continuing our obsession this week with all things Guru Josh Project (srsly?) related, I've also done a piece on the video for the aforementioned hit Infinity. Go gadget go!

Oh my god! These guys have some very kinky games to play in spite of all the activity going on in the meantime. I'm more than familiar with the idea of tipping candle wax on a partner but actually setting them ablaze seems more like S&M to me.

Finally, no prizes for guessing the subject of this particular piece. It's Dave (not the subject he's the writer) and his look at sex on fire.

Have a lovely week, if you have a spare moment check out my new super-vital-important blog over at tmbrntt.info and if you don't, well you probably aren't missing out on much anyway.

Love, vktrsx