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Screen capture by David Murray, all rights reserved. ITV HD © ITV 2009 How difficult can it be to broadcast a football match? I only ask because ITV have been determined on several occasions this season alone to make a ruddy-great hash of it. They've picked the wrong games to show, they've messed up scheduling, they've missed the only goal of a game... and now they've put on a truly shambolic display in high definition, too. I say high definition, but for the majority of last night's Champions League final, it was actually upscaled-SD that we were watching on the ITV HD red button service (they haven't even opted to make it a fully-fledged channel). With poor quality audio. And no clock. We were even treated to a farcical montage of a bespectacled Steve Ryder, bemused Teddy Sheringham and boring shot of a studio floor - twice . It's bad enough having to listen to their sub-standard coverage at the best of times. So from now on, whenever there's a

Picture by Hal, some rights reserved It was the last day of the Premier League season yesterday and, along with West Brom and Middlesbrough, Newcastle United were relegated to Division 1 the Championship. I'm quite sad about this in a way, because Newcastle have always been a popular Premiership team (apart from with their North East neighbours), and there's no question that their supporters are some of the best in the league. Unfortunately, the club is in turmoil: almost a dozen different managers in the last three seasons, a hugely-unpopular owner (who tried and failed miserably to sell the club last year) and his hugely-unpopular friends (AKA the Cockney Mafia) have taken a huge toll on the club. A last-ditch attempt to rescue the club saw them bring in "King" Kevin "The Messiah" Keagan... only for his tenure to be swiftly ended. The introduction of Alan Shearer, Newcastle legend, really was an act of clutching the last straw. It, not unsurprising

Picture by Omar Rodríguez Landeros, some rights reserved They say first impressions are important, but there's also a good case for reserving judgement on something until you've had some time to consider and reflect upon it. I'm aware that, in the past and even now, I'm guilty of making snap judgements and then stubbornly sticking to this conclusion (even if I later change my mind, or it's quite obvious I'm wrong) in order to avoid backing down. To redress the balance, I'd like to put the following redactions on the record: Keane I once described Keane as the musical equivalent of the anti-Christ. In fact, they're a half-decent pop group. Sophie Ellis-Bextor I actually quite like her music. The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen I'll never change my mind on this one: this film is truly awful.

Picture by Pete Barr-Watson, some rights reserved I had some real trouble sleeping last week, which I have put down to having a guilty conscience slightly messed-up schedule, and no consistency in the times I actually had to get up/go to bed. The upshot of this, aside from feeling like I'd run a marathon by about 5:45 each evening, is that I've been having and remembering some crazy dreams. In one, Graham Coxon and Damon Albarn entered a song into the Eurovision Song Contest. It was The Greatest Song I have ever heard: a catchy pop number with fantastic vocals, an enchanting melody and wonderfully arranged. It would not only have won the competition, but also been used as an anthem for world peace. Unfortunately, it being a construction of my mind, I can't remember how it went. In another, I tried to withdraw some money from a Barclays cash machine. Unfortunately, rather than being presented with a crisp £20 note, the hole-in-the-wall dispensed a document which read