Hellboy II – the Golden Army promised to be, by all accounts, better than the first. Certainly the preview sequences had shown some lovely mythical magic-ness and it seemed that even many reviewers were giving crooning sounds of joy.

So why am I disappointed?

In the same room as some very clever people - the hope here was for an IQ increase by osmosis. Alas I don’t think it worked - but it was of spectacular interest nether-the-less.

Rossi ended the longest top step drought since he started his premier class career with a masterful ride in the China MotoGP race at Shanghai. In potentially changeable conditions the ex-champ showed that he still had it in him to dominate and his only challenger was that Spaniard, Pedrosa.

There I was quietly going about my ordinary business when my ears caught this album. Ace Ventura’s debut album comes after a series of tracks/remixes on various other artist and compilation albums. Iboga Records mentioned that this album had been worked on for a long time, and were promising that it to would be good.

Little did we know what we were dealing with!

The future of MotoGP has arrived. A masterful display of skill by Lorenzo saw him take victory at Estoril and finally convert a pole position to a win - no mean feat seeing it was his third pole in as many MotoGP starts since his arrival in the prototype class. Pedrosa offered a credible challenge to keep him honest but no one was going to deny the young Spaniard - the other young Spaniard that is! Rossi hung onto third and everyone one else was in their usual positions.

Stoner had a bad day, Toseland had bronchitis, Edwards fell off and Pedrosa was untroubled at the front by a premature celebratory Rossi. You could be forgiven for thinking that this all made up for a spectacle of a race but unfortunately not. Pedrosa now leads the championship on his remarkably quiet win.

I watched a History Channel production about the private life of Hitler and how computer automated lip reading (ALR) allowed the words of a dictator to be heard from his Bavarian retreat. Probably only privy to Eva Braun before it adds a new dimension and disturbs all at the same time.

Yesterday saw a collection of in-memoriam(s)…

Cheerio.

That’s right, eleven weeks till I hop on a big winged tubed thing and fly to my homeland of England. You’re probably asking what’s special about 77 days. What possible event, thing or occurrence.

It didn’t take long for Casey Stoner to assert both his and Ducati’s supremacy. Of course this wasn’t really to be unexpected – Stoner seems to have melded himself to the Ducati and the symbiotic two-wheeled-aussie hybrid really seems to be the class of the field.