Or, if they didn't actually plan to blow them up, they at least thought about them a bit. I don't have to wonder, though, with a Unesco report saying Britain's monuments are under threat from new developments - maybe we should have just let them.

But anyway, they're clearly guilty of something. Conspiracy to murder in some cases... plotting to cause a public nuisance in others, which I'll sharply refrain from commenting on.

As he says, you don't see (or hear) this too often on acoustic, but he's done it anyway, and frankly it's just a whole lotta fun.

Ken Campbell should be above the fold. (He should have been for most his life; certainly his obituary deserves to be.) Most newspapers are instead pushing Sarah Palin's daughter being pregnant which, while news, is unlikely to actually change the world much (for once the rational voices are coming from mid-right Conservatives). Perhaps more worthy of discussion is where in hell she gets her children's names from.

More important than Google's announcement of a new web browser is the awesome comic introducing it, drawn by Scott McCloud. Also: Chrome? You have to wonder where Google gets its names from, too.

"Gene limiting commitment" (although that's not exactly what it is) is probably more important than raunchy footage of Marilyn Monroe (no, that's not exactly what it is either), although the BBC seem to disagree at the moment. At least we know where Monroe's name came from.

So a couple of days ago I decided I really ought to watch the acclaimed episodes from season three of Doctor Who: Human Nature and Blink. And I did. And they're great. (Well. Ish. Human Nature is the by-now traditional fifteen minutes too long.)

Then I watched all the other episodes of season three that I hadn't caught the first time round. Honestly? Words fail me, although unfortunately for you not nearly as much as they could.

The second to last one I watched was Last of the Time Lords. This is certainly the worst writing Russell T Davies has ever done; I would have labelled it the worst writing on Doctor Who ever, including The Invisible Enemy and that strange two-parter that Pip and Jane Baker bolted onto the end of Trial of a Timelord.

But then I watched 42. Oh, my. The list of bad things about this is probably longer than the script itself. Where the season three closer was merely Sci-Fantasy done averagely, this was Sci-Fi written so ineptly I don't know where to start. The obviously unscientific setup, midsection and resolution? The fact that it appeared to be a reject plotline from a previous Doctor Who set on board a space ship? Freema Agyeman's breathless decision not to act for a whole episode? I've lamented Chris Chibnall's complete disconnect from science before, but it comes across so strongly in this episode that it really needs mentioning again. And there's more. So, so much more.

Fortunately Peter Fincham has already been forced to resign, although for less important reasons, so his head isn't available for this televisual travesty. And I'm quite sure that Jay Hunt will have found plenty to resign over in season four, which I grudgingly will watch over the next few weeks.

So, all acts are now out (or in, depending on which way you look at it). And it's obvious that Dr Horrible is an anti anti-hero story. Or possibly an anti-anti anti-hero story. Or something.

And, like all good movies, you should watch the credits - not, this time, because there's an extra scene in there, but because you get to find out the names of the Evil League of Evil (my favourite: Fury Leika). Also, there's a credit for "BestBot Grip", which I can't decide is because Joss Whedon's started employing Aibos, or is actually a typo for "Best Boy Grip".

(If I appeared grumpy before, perhaps it's because I've been reading too much uninformed commentary on this. Like the NPR piece that quoted some inept idiot being surprised that Neil Patrick Harris can sing. That's right, it's a shock that the guy who's played the Emcee in Cabaret on Broadway can sing.)

Well, I was originally going to wait until all three episodes came out of Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog before commenting, but thanks to James you'll get my inexpert opinion early. Right now, in fact.

First, as James points out, it's not the best thing Joss Whedon has done. It's not Hush, it's not Objects In Space, it's not Once More With Feeling. But we have all of them already, so frankly who cares? Dr Horrible is still a joyous little slice of Internetdom, and if you haven't gone to see it yet, or if you have but failed because of their server issues, then go there now. And if they have server issues again, keep on going until you see it.

Now for the bad things.

• Act I is clearly the first part of a single episode. On TV we'd see it all at once; on the Internet, with the bits coming out separately, it doesn't quite seem to pace right. This will no doubt work better with Act II, because it'll have the cliff-hanger, and Act III will slot it all together. So that's, you know, coming along.
• The server going down, which probably wasn't their fault but their ISP's. But really, even though this is really just a bunch of creative people having fun and producing good product, someone should have thought about that. The ISP, probably.
• Sometimes, the budget (almost nothing) shows. Rarely, because the people working on it are top-notch, but there are a few times where things aren't perfect. Most people probably won't notice, but I'm obsessive about that, and spending far too much of my time thinking about where to shave money from film budgets for the web myself.
• Speaking of budget: no one other than Joss Whedon could have done this. (Or almost no one.) The number of highly talented people happy to jump on board without getting paid is what made this; sure, it'd still be fun if it was just Joss and his family, but it wouldn't look professional. Getting Neil Patrick Harris, Nathan Fillion and Felicia Day made it work. Getting Shawna Trpcic to costume design. Getting Lisa Lassek to edit.
• It's not going to change the industry. A look at comparative searches for Dr Horrible compared to Dollhouse, or even for Joss Whedon himself, shows it's barely registering. Although it will be talked about a lot inside the industry, and although I'm confident that it will actually turn a profit, this itself isn't going to change much. It's part of a wider movement, though, so let's keep paying attention, even if you think LonelyGirl is annoying. Which it is.

But these are gripes, they aren't complaints. I watched it twice, and I was smiling inside. And outside. And in Sainsbury's, when I went shopping. Watch it. Then watch it again. Then go to bed, have a dull day at work, go to bed (again), and wake up to Act II. Watch that a lot, watch the first one again a few times, sleep a bit, and it'll be time for Act III. Seriously, what else do you have to do with your time?

If you did, you'd be scarred for life. Yes, it's true: old ladies are knitting breasts (presumably some other people are as well, but not pictured). These are training aids, to teach pregnant women how to prepare their breasts for lactation. (No, really.) Even better, you can rent the knitting pattern from the Eastleigh Library for just 20p. Also available: baby's first poop, doting father, and interfering mother-in-law patterns.

I assume there will be even more on display at this month's international knitting conference In The Loop, starting next Tuesday in Winchester.

The man is utterly crazy. But very funny with it.