This Ashes series has been one of the most exciting for years but, unless you are Michael Vaughan or Freddie Flintoff, the opportunity to smack the Aussies about doesn't present itself that often. That was until Channel 4 launched a microsite called "Bring It On" at www.channel4. com/sport/microsites/B/bringiton/bringiton.html.
The idea of the computer game is to use the WG Grace character from the Channel 4 cricket idents to smack the Australian cricketers into the air and knock them back to their own country. In case they had forgotten their penal-colony past, the Aussies are all wearing ankle shackles. Nice touch.
LAST WEEK'S V FESTIVAL
Summer music festivals are the ideal place to kick back, get drunk, see a load of bands and basically just forget about London, the city of sin, or the dreary daily routine that takes up such a large part of our lives.
A great association for Virgin Mobile. Add to the mix a stunning set by Super Furry Animals and the saxophonist from The Zutons and you have an almost perfect weekend.
METRO'S 60 SECOND INTERVIEW
OK, so its news section amounts to little more than dumbed-down, recycled tit-bits from the Evening Standard or, worse, the Daily Mail. But Metro's "60 Second Interview" is the brass amid the muck. The commuter freebie somehow manages to pin down celebrities who can genuinely be described as A-listers: Jerry Springer, Ben Elton, ahem, Engelbert Humperdinck. It has had them all. But even the who's-thats make for a comforting distraction from thoughts of ticking rucksacks on the Tube.
The much-missed Queen Adelaide Quizgo may be long dead, but the pub quiz refuses to die. Pick of the week is split North and South: the MTV-sponsored quiz at the Boogaloo in Highgate takes the prize for celebrity team spotting - Kate Moss and Pete Doherty narrowly beat the Adelaide's Louis Theroux and Ben Walker, the Wieden & Kennedy "cog" man - but for an honest quiz-pint combo, you can't beat the Gowlett in East Dulwich on a Monday night.
AND ONE THING WE DON'T ...
FILM INDUSTRY IGNORING FLASHMAN
Why some 40-odd years after the first books were published has no film company turned George MacDonald Fraser's Flashman books into films? Surely they can see that the books are sure-fire winners: a swashbucking cad of an anti-hero embroiled in empire-building combined with genuine historical accuracy. Something for all the family. Instead, the Film Council decides to waste its money funding complete rubbish such as Sex Lives of the Potato Men or the twee Ladies in Lavender. Shame on it.