Media: Things we like


The Guardian's print content might not be to everyone's taste but, thanks to the mobile specialist On2Go, you can now sign up to receive tailored content from The Guardian via your mobile phone. You can pre-select breaking stories or items from Guardian Unlimited and when a pricing structure is introduced (for the test period, content is free) it will be cheaper than SMS-based services. Because data is transmitted via GPRS rather than WAP, it's also quicker than many of its rivals.


To date, we've had only a passing interest in Men's Health. However, if this month's issue is anything to go by, we all look set to become regular readers. Unusually for a niche title, Men's Health manages to offer something to readers other than the fitness fanatics it is seemingly aimed at. The feature on men's jeans stood out. Normally, suggestions in fashion pages are relevant only to stick-thin man-boys. This was a guide for men of every shape and size.

The piece de resistance, however, was a piece on one of the magazine's writers who turned himself from a lard-arse into a beefcake in the name of journalism. Keep up the good work!


It's MasterChef, but not as we know it. Forget Loyd Grossman cosying up on a studio couch with the likes of Ronnie Corbett before tasting a bit of burnt trout, here we see the contestants do real cooking in real restaurants under real pressure. Now in its second series, the programme's presenters, the chef John Torode and the"vegetable expert" Gregg Wallace, have really hit their stride, by turns soothing and then abusing contestants.

The show is executive produced by Elisabeth Murdoch through her production company Shine, and could run and run.


The Brit Awards might not have done the numbers it has in previous years, but the highlight of the UK music industry's calendar fared well with the younger end of the market and made great "event TV" viewing. The Kaiser Chiefs, Prince, Paul Weller, Gorillaz and Kanye West all put on barnstorming performances. It all went to show that ITV pulls off the big events like no-one else, which bodes well for the 2006 World Cup.



What in God's name is curling? We settled down to watch it on Sunday in the pathetic hope that Rhona Martin's plucky Brits could win us a medal.

What ensued resembled a baffling giant-sized version of shove ha'penny on ice with women sweeping the ice with brooms. We don't know what's more annoying - Britain's ineptitude at something the Scots probably invented to while away short winter afternoons or the fact that this nonsense has accreditation as an Olympic sport while darts continues to plead its case.

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