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Global News
06-05-2025
- Sport
- Global News
Calgary Flames' mascot Harvey the Hound on the ballot for the 2025 Mascot Hall of Fame
His bio on this year's list of nominees describes him as happy-go-lucky, hard working, hopeless at times, hungry at most and huggable. Calgary Flames mascot Harvey the Hound is one of 28 mascots, from the world of professional and college sports, in the running for a spot in the Mascot Hall of Fame. View image in full screen Harvey the Hound stops by the Calgary Humane Society for a medical check up in September 2019. Global News The first-ever NHL mascot, since joining the Flames in 1983, Harvey is the only nominee from the National Hockey League on this year's ballot and the sole nominee from a Canadian-based sports team. Story continues below advertisement Calling him 'one of the most recognizable mascots in all of the professional sports,' Harvey's bio says his favourite song is 'Hound Dog' by Elvis Presley, his favourite book is Hound of the Baskervilles and his favourite television show is Scooby Doo. View image in full screen Calgary Flames mascot Harvey the Hound gestures to a fan during an NHL game in Calgary in November 2019. Brett Holmes/Icon Sportswire via Getty Images Voting by members of the hall of fame executive committee and members of the general public will take place between May 11 and May 24 with the winners to be announced in June. Get breaking National news For news impacting Canada and around the world, sign up for breaking news alerts delivered directly to you when they happen. Sign up for breaking National newsletter Sign Up By providing your email address, you have read and agree to Global News' Terms and Conditions and Privacy Policy Historically, between two and four mascots are inducted each year. Harvey is hoping to join two other NHL mascots who are already in the hall of fame: the Montreal Canadiens (and former Montreal Expos) mascot Youppi, and Tommy Hawk from the Chicago Blackhawks. View image in full screen Harvey the Hound joins the Global Calgary morning team broadcast to help with the weather forecast on February 16 2024. Global News More information on Harvey and all the other nominees this year is available on the Mascot Hall of Fame website. Story continues below advertisement
Spectator
04-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Spectator
Why Londoners still love Ally Pally
It was conceived as a 'people's palace' – and, as it turns 150 this week, Alexandra Palace continues to fulfil this brief admirably. There is something for everyone, and it's not too sniffy about who 'everyone' describes. Hence the annual mayhem around the winter darts tournament, when everywhere between Muswell Hill and Wood Green is crawling with groups of very drunk men dressed as Smurfs, monks or the cast of Scooby Doo. The Royal Opera House this isn't. But that doesn't mean there aren't more lofty, less populist offerings. I recall when Alexandra Palace's theatre reopened in 2018 after an £18 million restoration, it debuted with an ENO production of the lesser-known Britten opera Paul Bunyan – hardly an obvious money-spinner. And between Luke Littler and Benjamin Britten lies everything else: craft shows, dog shows, antique fairs, wellness festivals, evangelical prayer meetings. I'm told a recent knitting and stitching event was mobbed. There's an ice rink, a pitch and putt golf course, and a boating pond where you can hire a pedal boat shaped like a dragon. There's the famous 5 November firework display. One summer recently, they set up a giant waterslide. There is also, reputedly, a lively dogging scene in one of the car parks – though this may be apocryphal. I've yet to go. As well as the darts, they do a lively trade hosting other second-tier sports – most famously, snooker. An unimpressed Ronnie O'Sullivan denounced it last year as 'dirty and disgusting'. I think he meant the place to play in rather than the rumoured nocturnal dogging. A look at the events listed this month gives a flavour of just how eclectic Ally Pally routinely is: 'make your own toy car', the London Gay Men's Chorus, ice hockey matches, a street food festival, a tribute show to Paris in the jazz age, Iggy Pop. The latter, which I'm contemplating attending, is more in the vein of what has tended to draw me over the years. I've seen, among others, the White Stripes, the Pixies, the Chemical Brothers, Michael Kiwanuka, Fontaines D.C. I recall seeing the National there a decade or so ago, when it seemed the entire audience was bearded men in checked shirts. Then there was, during lockdown, the odd spectacle of Nick Cave playing to an empty auditorium for paid subscribers streaming at home. Music purists knock the building's acoustics. But give me standing at Ally Pally any day over sitting at the O2 – a venue I have been avoiding for 15 years and counting, so much do I hate its airport atmosphere. The strangest gig I went to there was one of the most recent: Four Tet decided to do away with the tired notion of a visible performer on a stage by getting rid of the stage completely. In practice, this made the gig like being in a very, very large nightclub with all 10,000 people present wondering what was going on. This was merely mild eccentricity, though, compared to some of the strangeness of the past. There was the '14 Hour Technicolour Dream' – a shambolic extravaganza from Pink Floyd in 1967, when the whole place was seemingly on LSD. Or the apparently serious suggestion by the GLC in the late 1970s that Ally Pally should become the base of a super-stadium where both Arsenal and Spurs would be based. Great idea, lads. It has craft shows, dog shows, antique fairs, wellness festivals, evangelical prayer meetings – and reputedly, a lively dogging scene in one of the car parks Decades before that, it was used as an internment camp for German prisoners in the first world war and as an anti-Luftwaffe signal-jamming station in the second. It was also hit by a doodlebug. Admittedly, Alexandra Palace is not the easiest place to get to if you're not local. The walk to Wood Green tube station is a long one, so the much closer overground station struggles to cope on gig nights. And the nearest pubs – the Victoria Stakes in Crouch End and the Starting Gate towards Wood Green (both named for the horse races that took place here until 1970) – can go from being completely dead to absolutely heaving in a couple of minutes flat. But as I am local, this isn't an issue for me. I usually go by bike. It's a hell of a ride to get up to the top of what my cyclist friends call Le Col d'Ally Pally, but it's worth it when you come out of a show and can freewheel practically all the way home. It's also a fine-looking thing, a magnificent bit of high Victoriana, with that dramatic hilltop setting, 400 feet above sea level, which makes it a striking sight from any viewing point – its trademark giant TV aerial London's equivalent of the Eiffel Tower. While the views from Ally Pally are as fine as you get anywhere in the city. And it never fails to amaze just how vast it is. It makes Battersea Power Station look diminutive. I just wish we still had its counterpoint to the south, Crystal Palace, but that burned to the ground in 1936 – the same year Ally Pally broadcast the UK's first television signal. And it nearly went the same way, twice. Ally Pally's planned 1873 opening was delayed by two years because of fire, and it had it even worse in 1980, when a fire that began in an organ led to half the site being damaged, resulting in its closure for the best part of a decade. Reputedly, the affectionate nickname was coined by Gracie Fields, whose impresario husband ran it for a spell. It certainly stuck – the formal name, Alexandra Palace, is rarely spoken aloud. I have lived beneath Ally Pally for 25 years now – and it has loomed over my life in that time, both physically as a perpetually visible monument from the lower-lying suburbs that surround it and as a cultural hotbed. There can be few surviving Victorian enterprises which have lived up to their foundational mandate so well, even if the things that draw 'the people' may have evolved significantly since 1875. In those days it was pantomime and music hall. Now it's drinking large quantities of lager while wearing fancy dress – or knitting. In an era of civic decline, when the most ambitious enterprise to improve London has been the rebranding of a handful of train lines with more right-on names, Alexandra Palace stands as a monument to quite how much could once be achieved. And it's still giving people what they want a century and a half on.
American Press
29-04-2025
- General
- American Press
Jarvis 'Cooter' Cooley
It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of Jarvis 'Cooter' Wayne Cooley, of Singer, La., who left us on April 27, 2025, at the age of 67. Born on Sept. 12, 1957, in Lake Charles, La., Cooter dedicated over 40 years to the gas and petroluem industry, working with Texaco Drilling Company and retiring from Anadarko and OXY Pet as the Gulf of Mexico Operations Special Projects Coordinator. In his later years, he continued his passion for the industry as a consultant. Outside of his career, Cooter was known for his love of the land. He was an enthusiastic leisure farmer who took great joy in working his tractor and tending to his land. Family gatherings were made special by his skills as the official outdoor cooker, and he cherished every moment spent around the grill with loved ones. An aficionado of Westerns and cowboy movies, he also enjoyed sharing laughs with his grandkids while watching Transformers and Scooby Doo. Cooter was a prolific reader and a true lover of fishing, finding peace and joy in nature. Most importantly, he was a devoted husband, father, and grandfather, always putting his family first and creating memories that will last forever. He is survived by his beloved wife of 49 years, Kathy Cooley of Singer, La.; children, Michael Ryan Cooley and Erin of Singer, La.; H. Erin Cooley of Singer, La.; brother, Kevin Cooley and Debbie of Singer, La.; brother-in-law, David M. Powers of DeRidder, La.; aunt, Nelda Ford and Jerry of Many, La.; nephews, Austin G. Cooley, Cameron Blake Cooley; niece, Janice Willis and Kevin; great-niece, Opal Willis, and his cherished grandchildren, Brett Cooley, Penelope Cooley, Caleb Cooley and a host of other family and friends. Cooter was preceded in death by his son, Scott G. Cooley; parents, J. LaRue and Opal Cooley; brother, James W. 'Jimmy' Cooley; sister-in-law, Deanna Cooley; nephew, Joshua Andrew Cooley, and father-in-law and mother-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Sammy R. Powers. A public viewing will be held at Myers Colonial Funeral Home on Wednesday, April 30, 2025, from 6 p.m. until 8 p.m., where friends and family can gather to remember and celebrate Cooter's life. The funeral service will take place on Thursday, May 1, 2025, at 10 a.m., also at Myers Colonial Funeral Home, followed by burial at Newlin Cemetery in Singer, La. Brother Kennis Smith and Brother Garrett Fuselier will officiate the service. Pallbearers will be Monte Lee Cooley, Pete Mitchell, Kyle Mitchell, Jody Mitchell, Austin Cooley, Blake Cooley, and Larry Burnett. Cooter will be missed dearly, but his spirit will continue to live on in the hearts of all who knew and loved him.
Yahoo
24-04-2025
- Entertainment
- Yahoo
Runners Dressed as 'The Mystery Machine' Train to Break Guinness World Record
A group of runners were spotted jogging around London wearing a costume resembling Scooby Doo's 'Mystery Machine' van while training to break a Guinness World Record at the London Marathon. Sasha Evans captured this video of her husband, Alex, and his three friends running in the rig in early April. 'They are attempting to beat the Guinness World Record at the London Marathon for the fastest marathon in a four person costume in support of Young Lives vs Cancer (YLVC),' Evans told Storyful. According to their fundraising page, participants Alex, Jasper, Jim and LJ aimed to beat the current record of 4 hours and 3 minutes. In the post, they explained they all have marathon experience, but wrote they 'drastically underestimated what it will take to beat that time.' 'But what this does is give us an incredible opportunity to give it our best whilst raising (we hope) a considerable sum for charity that is very close to our hearts, and one we know will have an impact on people that cannot be measured in pounds or kms,' the fundraising post said. 'Our front man and pace-setter, Alex, was diagnosed with lung cancer aged 20 and a year later testicular cancer, and understands full well the amazing support that YLVC gives to young people in need,' the group wrote. The current record was set in 2018 by a group of four dressed as a caterpillar, according to the Guinness World Records website. Credit: @knox1992 / @sashaerin via Storyful Vi er a um a
Newsweek
22-04-2025
- Entertainment
- Newsweek
Review: Doctor Who Lux is a Hilarious Visual Spectacle
Entertainment gossip and news from Newsweek's network of contributors In the build up to this season of Doctor Who, this episode was the most heavily marketed and it's easy to see why. With our main villain being a 2D animated character coming into the real world, there was bucket loads of potential on the table for some extremely creative stuff, and thankfully, Lux lives up to that potential. Where last week we got an episode that felt rushed because it had to fulfill the function of introducing us to Belinda, this week's episode was perfectly paced, allowing her to exist in the adventure rather than stand out from it. It makes for an episode where each little mystery is solved at the perfect point, giving the whole episode a constant sense of forward momentum, rather than the staggered narrative we got last week. Mr Ring-a-Ding, a 2D animated character, standing on a stage with the Doctor and Belinda. Mr Ring-a-Ding, a 2D animated character, standing on a stage with the Doctor and Belinda. BBC Mr Ring-a-Ding is a brilliant main villain in the same vein as the Maestro, where the performance alone is enough to make the episode entertaining. The animation perfectly apes the style of the cartoons of the '50s and Alan Cumming's overly energetic performance is perfect for the character. Him being another member of the Pantheon of Discord established last season is a great choice too. While these gods are all-powerful and allow us to break the bounds of science-fiction a bit, I like that they don't always have to be series-finale threats, and can instead show up at any time as a monster of the week. It gives the writers more room to play with these ideas. Russell T. Davies has a lot of fun with the concept of Lux too. As soon as the Doctor and Belinda get transported into the animated world you know you're in for a treat. Setting up the Scooby Doo reference as a throwaway joke at the beginning led to a great payoff when they became characters animated in that style and while I wish we could've played around a bit more in this 2D space, I enjoy the direction it took. The Doctor and Belinda as animated characters on an animate Miami street. The Doctor and Belinda as animated characters on an animate Miami street. BBC Trying to mess with the film reel while trapped inside is a great concept and also allowed Davies to inject a whole host of filmmaking puns that never failed to put a smile on my face — somewhere he's got a whole notebook full of them and I'd pay to read it. We then inevitably ended with a bunch of fourth-wall breaks, but I didn't expect them to put it to the level of the Doctor coming out into someone's living room and meeting "Doctor Who" fans. I can see some people really not liking this scene, and I admit it does have a faint whiff of the show disappearing up its own backside, but the meta jokes about the show and its fans are so good that I don't care. It perhaps strays a little too close to the line of outright mocking fans versus just poking fun at them, but it gets away with it by revealing that it's just a part of Lux's trap and that these fans are "the kind of characters that don't have surnames". Once we're back into the real world we go straight into an action-packed finale that once again pushes the boundaries of visual effects. As Lux absorbs the Doctor's regeneration energy he slowly transforms from a 2D character into a 3D model. This scene is just pure showing off from the VFX team and it's glorious as he first becomes a blueprint where you can see the polygons before transforming into an extremely high-fidelity 3D model, turning all that 2D charm into a disgusting form as he becomes way too realistic. Mr Ring-a-Ding's giant face pressing against the screen while coming out of a cinema screen. Mr Ring-a-Ding's giant face pressing against the screen while coming out of a cinema screen. BBC The fact that putting him in contact with sunlight was all it took to defeat him was a little strange. I get the idea of "humans are 60% water, but we can still drown," but if Lux absorbing sunlight would make him so overfed as to expand beyond the confines of the universe and cease to exist, I question what his actual plan was. I suppose that's the point of these beings that come from outside of our universe — we can't comprehend how they operate because they do so by different universal laws. However, it still would've been nice to know exactly what Lux planned to do if he succeeded in draining the Doctor dry. That's not really what this episode is about, though. This is one where the visual spectacle and weird fourth-wall-breaking sections stand head and shoulders above everything else, making for an extremely memorable adventure that embraces the silly side of Doctor Who. It's one that I can see myself coming back and rewatching quite a lot in the years to come, just because it puts a smile on my face.
