Living With Letters

Posh food pithy prices

2012-02-02T10:00:00.000-08:00

In these 'times of austerity' I find I'm rooting through toptable again in search of reasonably priced gastronomic explosions.

There are a dizzing array of eateries offering offers, but somehow I'm not inspired.

Maybe it's the cold limiting my food choice to 'somewhere near by', or maybe it's the fact I haven't gone out for a posh meal in so long that I've forgotten what to look for.

Toptable is amazing, I really rate it as a site and a concept, but it does have it's pitfalls.

You can't literally click on a street and say: "there, tell me about the food options just there".

But then maybe this is the problem with the internet world, we've become so used to options on a mouse click that if it isn't spelt out for us in big red letters within the first 10 seconds we lose interest and give up.

We no longer walk the streets with our eyes and ears open looking for what new things the world has to offer, instead we stare at computer screens, get irrate and go nowhere.

Well I'm going somewhere, because the house gets dull, y'know.

I'm off to The Three Stags, where it's warm, friendly and tasty.

Viva la local!

One of the true heroines

2011-05-14T09:30:00.000-07:00

I posted some time ago about Aung San Suu Kyi's release.

And today was heartened to find this story posted on my facebook wall.

It is amazing to hear her speak and not just read an interview.

Although the guardian interview by the wonderful Polly Toynbee that I read of hers was very thought provoking, also.

I love the positivity that she has and the strength and confidence she has in her thoughts and feelings.

Truly, an inspiration.

When will the British press learn to handle terrorism sensitively?

2011-05-13T20:00:00.000-07:00

Ok, the title here is a little incendiary and there are some papers that manage not to use the words 'Gotcha' when referring to death and destruction, but some of the reaction to Bin Laden's death has been as looney as Muslim fundamentalists themselves are preported to be.

I am not supporting the repression of women or the destruction of western civilization, but neither do I really want to gloat about anyone's death, no matter how evil they are supposed to be.

Plus I'm sick of hearing reasoning that throws all Muslims into the same category.

We can not talk of how Muslims are anymore than we can talk about how Christians are.

Both religions are broad and encompass many different views and levels of strict adherence.

I certainly do not consider any of the Muslims I know to be in any way akin to Bin Laden, because they are not and to even loosely suggest that they are is wrong and stupid.

As for the Bin Laden killing, vengence is a dangerous thing and rarely brings a positive result.

The White House seem capable of being considered, why not the media at large.

Since when was encouragement immoral?

2011-04-03T10:00:00.000-07:00

I was looking on youtube to find some uplifting music and I came across this.

It shocked me and so I went to the site.

And it turns out that it's promotion for a Bret Easton Ellis novel.

I was going to leave it there, but there was a game attached, so I had a look.

Evil encouragement

I was even more perturbed to discover that for having 'encouraged' the actress in the clips I was marked for having made an immoral choice.

Is there something morally wrong with encouragement?

I always thought it was a way of helping people find their own confidence.

I'm sure the book is a good one and the way it has been advertised is innovative, but I'm still confused as to why saying good words to someone is a bad thing.

The world wouldn't be a good place if we only threw insults at everyone...

The BSkyB merger is NOT a done deal

2011-03-20T11:00:00.000-07:00

The decision is not yet made on the BSkyB merger.

It is possibly the most significant thing happening to the media in this country at the moment.

The campaign against it, or at least to make it properly considered and unbiased is still going on.

I am biased.

I'm biased against bias.

Watch just one single clip of Fox news.

It is surely not what any sane person would want.

Even if you agree with every word a broadcaster said, would you really want everyone else to only ever hear that point of view?

Honestly, would you?

I don't want to hear my point of view all day, it would drive me nuts and I, would, learn, nothing.

Please sign the petition, add your own perspective, write to your MP or just send the template.

Please.

This is so important.

Also, Big Up to Polly Toynbee for her great comment pieces and taking my flier, I am rarely so star struck.

To no-fly or not to no-fly...

2011-03-16T19:40:00.000-07:00

The eruption of open activity in the Middle East left me shocked, in a hopeful way.

The crackdown that I feared is howling in Libya.

So, what do we do?

In all honesty I didn't feel qualified enough to comment.

An article in the guardian on the issue of a no-fly zone has given me the confidence to form some kind of opinion.

Have a look if you're feeling a little at sea.

It won't make you an expert, but it will make you feel a little less clueless.

I'm probably not going to post on it, but my thoughts are also with those in Japan.

And then there was Saudi Arabia

2011-03-06T13:52:00.000-08:00

I can't quite believe this is all happening.

It just doesn't seem real.

I really hope this is the beginning of something good, but it's scary.

For calm engaging analysis turn to Radio 4.

Many more posts in the offing, but I just had to say it, to anyone who's reading.

If I prayed I would pray, but I don't so just know it's on my mind.

Black Swan

2011-02-26T12:00:00.000-08:00

Black Swan has been lauded by everyone it seems and it has a lot going for it, but I'm not sure it deserves quite the level of praise it is getting.

Nina Sayers (Natalie Portman) is a committed member of a ballet company who are about to put on Swan Lake. The role that she wins proves to be the start and not the end of her problems.

Her insecurities run wild and spin her into destruction.

Portman puts in a brilliant performance as both sides of Nina that I would struggle to fault, but the film overall doesn't quite seem to deliver on my expectations.

What is being played out is all too clear and the characterisations are truly wonderful, but at times it is simply too brash and stilted.

It is hard to put my finger on exactly what I didn't like about this film, after all the supporting actors are perfect and the characterisations life like, but I just wasn't left as wowed as everyone else seems to be.

I guess I just feel it's almost there, but not quite, ironic in the extreme for such subject matter.

It seems to want to be as much horror as drama and I'm not sure it works.

It doesn't help that Swan Lake has never been a favoured plot of mine.

I prefer Coppelia, the woman is still standing at the end of that one.

A shocker hidden inside The Guardian

2011-02-16T12:00:00.000-08:00

Turn to page 16 of The Guardian today and you might just find yourself smiling.

Admittedly their front page leads with "Defector who triggered war on Iraq admits: 'I lied about WMD'", a worthy front page.

But you have to go 16 pages in to discover "Berlusconi sent for trial over paying for sex with teenager"

They are actually putting Silvio Berlusconi, who has been in power in Italy for what feels like forever, on trial.

Berlusconi oftens gets himself into hot water where women and prostitutes are concerned, but it is normally brushed off as a case of an important man being a bit naughty - good for a joke but nothing is really going to be done about it.

This time they're doing something.

The case will be presided over by three female judges, which gives me confidence that it is being taken seriously.

Also, this might finally spell the end of the man who seemed undefeatable.

I guess anything is possible if you wait long enough.

127 hours of absorption

2011-02-10T12:00:00.000-08:00

I imagine a lot of you out there will have heard of 127 hours by now.

Unfortunately all you may have heard is: "I had my knees up to my chin, it was horrifying."

I think that is a shame for such a well crafted, moving and insightful film.

Danny Boyle has to be up there with my most loved film directors, I'm not sure I've ever seen him make a film that puts a foot wrong.

The plot

127 hours essentially focusses on the true story of one man getting stuck down a canyon and having eventually to go to extreme lengths to survive.

But that makes this film sound grim and interminable.

In fact it is the most gripping, absorbing and hopeful piece of storytelling that I have seen in a long time.

The character portrayal is well rounded and infinitely believable.

And yes there are some fist biting moments, but there is also a lot of complex emotions played out on screen and felt as an audience member.

Final word

Both Danny Boyle and James Franco should be given awards for this film.

Between a Rock and a Hard Place is the next book to be added to my reading list.

Whipping up a storm

2011-02-02T03:56:00.000-08:00

Gig time again.

I spirited myself (via tube) to The Old Queen's Head in Islington to see Sound of Rum perform in celebration of their single release of Slow Slow.

Kwaking in anticipation

I'll get to the rum lot in a minute, but first I need to dedicate a bit of word space to Kwake who Kate introduced with such great respect.

Kwake normally plays with The Speakers Corner Quartet, who I stumbled across playing for free at Tate Britain sometime last year and was truly impressed.

His solo performance was in the same spirit as the work of the quartet: trippy, haunting and inventive.

Kwake being a drummer was perhaps more beat driven, but I was still transported back to the feeling of calm and inspiration that hit me on stumbling upon him playing in Tate Britain.

A bit of poetry

Kate Tempest (Sound of Rum lead vocalist) gave an equally warm reception to Chester P, with the words: "If you don't know who this man is I don't know what to say to you."

I guess we won't be having many conversations from now on then...

The man certainly had swagger and the kind of biting anger that is good to see in a poet, but he needs to build the kind of command that means his words leave people awe struck.

Rum time

After greeting each performance with a gusto and love that is hard to match Kate Tempest was left to introduce...

Herself and the rest of Sound of Rum.

It's a good job she's such a funny compere.

I have reviewed Sound of Rum before and a lot of the comments still apply.

The music is masterfully, yet talentedly understated.

The lyrics are passionate, um, lyrical and relevant.

And Kate sweeps you into a journey of enthusiasm and anger that leaves you buzzing and hopeful.

Modern day orator

It is a delight to hear such heartfelt and original lyrics, but I was really very near to tears of joy and laughter when Kate launched into the story of Prometheus.

If Homer and his like had been alive now, they would have told it like that.

Hats off to you girl.

And great respect to Ferry and Archie for weaving their instrumental magic to finish it all off.

Go and buy the single, go on...

Forests for sale

2011-01-31T13:00:00.000-08:00

I apologise that this is a more creative or insightful posting in advance, but with all the rubbish this government is coming out with I might find I increasingly just have to list causes for you to support.

The coalition, in its grasping, short-sighted 'wisdom', wishes to sell off our forests.

Yes, our forests, they belong to us, they are publically managed.

You can go and walk in british forests if you can reach them as easily and freely as walking on a common.

They are part of our collective heritage.

Money, money, money

This is being sold as a money saving necessity.

Someone wiser than me pointed out that they were saving about the same amount that had been donated to defend against deforestation.

Maybe our own back yard might be a good place to invest that money - just a thought.

Action

38 degrees, in their people empowering, sustained and true wisdom are seeking to stop this plan from going ahead, by proving that most of the voting public are against this lunacy.

So stand up for some sanity, sign their petition.

The Green Hornet

2011-01-31T09:00:00.000-08:00

Adding to the list of comic book adaptation that seem to be oozing like super power bestowing radioactive waste out of America, Michel Gondry has decided to bless us with The Green Hornet.

The Green Hornet was never going to be particularly groundbreaking, but it did look fun and Gondry is a bit of a visual genius.

Britt Reid (writer and actor Seth Rogen) is the wayward son of a newspaper man.

For those well versed in comic book heroes wayward son of a rich guy is fairly standard.

His father dies leaving him the newspaper and low and behold one of his staff (Kato) sticks around to help him into his role as unlikely crime fighter.

However, what is perhaps less common is that Britt is sent up quite a lot throughout the film through his juxtaposition against his 'sidekick' Kato (Jay Chou) and well qualified secretary Lenore Case (Cameron Diaz).

This film may be unashamedly gun slinging action nonsense, but it has its tongue firmly in the back of its cheek.

Making all the surreal and overblown plot that follows infinitely palatable.

The plot doesn't bear much scrutiny, but it's a hilariously fun ride.

Perfect for switching off and giggling to at the end of a hard week.

It's in 3D for those who care.

I don't.

You can say that again Mr Burns

2011-01-25T14:00:00.000-08:00

It's Burns' Night, enjoy:

Lines on the back of a bank note

Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!
Fell source o a' my woe and grief,
For lack o thee I've lost my lass,
For lack o thee I scrimp my glass!
I see the children of affliction
Unaided, through thy curs'd restriction.
I've seen the oppressor's cruel smile
Amid his hapless victims' spoil;
And for thy potence vainly wish'd,
To crush the villain in the dust.
For lack o thee, I leave this much lov'd shore,
Never, perhaps, to greet old Scotland more.

Why you've got to love Bruce

2011-01-24T17:30:00.000-08:00

The BBC iPlayer had a little delight hidden away for me today, a documentary on the making of Bruce Springsteen's album Darkness on the Edge of Town.

My relationship with Bruce Springsteen has been a complicated one.

I grew up listening to his music, particularly on long car journeys due to my Dad being a fan of The Boss, as he's known.

However, on reaching my twenties I felt the need to distance myself from what I perhaps unkindly began to think of as Dad rock.

Now that I'm sufficiently old enough to be secure in my own identity and not bound by what other people think is cool I have let Bruce back into my life.

Why Bruce rocks

The BBC documentary encompassed all of the things that convinced me to start loving Bruce Springsteen again.

He is a genuine artist: he is a committed and prolific song writer, he crafts his work to an idea of perfection in his head and keeps going in an attempt to create it.

He is grounded: he creates songs for the everyman and his struggles without patronising or sentimentalising them.

He works bloody hard: he let the work on the album featured in the documentary take over his life, but also anyone who has ever been to one of his concerts will know that his sets are tight and delivered on time, every time.

He has heart: his songs scream of emotion in an articulate yet gut wrenching way and he lives his life according to his beliefs.

It's the way it makes you feel

When someone I know realised I'd been watching this documentary they were surprised, they hadn't realised I liked his music.

When it came to explaining why I liked it, all I could think to say was that it made me feel good inside.

His music reminds me of being a kid, it reminds me of my Dad and it makes me feel however difficult the world might get I'm strong enough to take it on.

Murdoch and media monopolies

2011-01-14T13:00:00.000-08:00

I wrote a letter to my MP today, on the issue of the BSkyB merger talks.

Personally I can't believe this merger is even being considered.

You may think that I'm getting this out of proportion as an egotistical journalist, but I don't think I'm being that self obsessed.

Unless you live in a hole a lot of what you choose to talk about over a week is shaped by the media.

The media can help shape election debate, the quality of media drama, the news you do and don't receive...

If I went on I could write an essay, but I've been writing solidly all day and eventually that coffee is going to wear off; plus I'm sure you're intelligent enough to recognise its impact and significance.

Rupert Murdoch's empire

Rupert Murdoch for those of you that might not know owns News Corporation.

As you will see from that link, they, are, massive.

The issue is about him owning more.

More than that whole list.

You can't have one person owning all that, it's madness.

Democracy

A variety of different voices inspires intelligent democratic debate.

One man owning all of that doesn't stimuate a variety of different voices.

If you're reading this I want to encourage you to make some noise, write to your MP, do something.

Why the urgency?

If this goes ahead without proper consideration turning back is extremely difficult and at the moment Jeremy Hunt, who seems to be far from impartial - you'll notice The Guardian reported he had been holidaying with BSkyB - is conducting this matter away from the public eye.

Make them listen, keep the media varied.

Sorry if this is a bit polemic, by all means research it, but I'm tired and hungry now.

My three song review

2011-01-14T10:00:00.000-08:00

I went to another Chekhov's Rifle gig last night; I did say I'd seen them a lot, sue me I enjoy it.

Anyway this isn't about them.

This is my three song review of the Brown Brogues, the last act on the bill.

I would have loved to stay for more than three songs, but I had to leave.

The three song review

I was uninspired by seeing two young guys, one with guitar, one with drums.

My first thought, so they think they're The White Stripes...

My second thought, what is that awful noise the guitarist is making soundchecking the mic, oh please, my head, my head.

My third, oh he's actually making warped but recognisable noises now, that's quite fun.

The gig proper

To me they sounded a bit like The White Stripes mixed with The Hives.

It was very infectious and promised some variation as the third song managed to sound slightly psychadelic despite the paired down instrumentation.

I had fun, I didn't want to leave.

For the music geeks

The distorted mic two piece has apparently been done before by Lightning Bolt.

However, I think these two weren't carbon copies.

Influenced quite strongly perhaps, but not complete rip off merchants.

All in all a good night at The Silver Bullet, next time I'm staying longer.

All Nomadic again

2010-12-20T04:54:00.000-08:00

It's always nice to see Christmas in with some music and after getting such a buzz from the Savage Nomads performance in November seeing their last night at the 12 Bar was awaited with eager anticipation.

They didn't dissappoint.

The sound was perhaps a little less polished than at The Hope and Anchor, but the skills of the sound guy were more than made up for by the buzz of the night.

A much more festive atmosphere and a little more anarchy made for a really fun night.

Although, having seen the Nomads twice now, soon I'm going to be clamouring for new material.

The old material is great, but there are only so many times you can listen to the same set list at a live performance; get writing guys.

The minds of the future: the tuition debate

2010-12-12T23:48:00.000-08:00

The vote was cast over the value of putting through young people through university.

Verdict.

Well, it's real expensive you see, and so we can't afford it, but you, with no voting rights and possibly no jobs, you can.

27,000 for tuition sound fair, aside from your living expenses, of course?

You can start paying back the 27,000 when you're earning over, say, 21,000.

Never mind if you haven't got houses yet, houses are overrated.

The hypocrisy of power

I mean some of us we have to have two, but you lot, you don't need one.

Oh, did I mention that on top of all this you'll be paying for our wages.

And, most of us didn't have to pay anything.

But times have changed now, we're important and that.

We have to do what's best for the country.

Because borders are more important than young hope and aspiration.

What do I think of all this?

Well I've written to my MP, now I'm going to write to every Lord I can find the name of to ask, politely, if they could ask the V.I.MPs if they could re-think this.

And for the record I haven't thrown a rock at anything yet, but I'm getting painfully tempted.

Better get back to reading those Ghandi books that I was introduced to while I was studying.

Patrick Wooooooooolf: electro folk pioneer

2010-12-08T00:50:00.000-08:00

Ok, I realise that some people - particularly folk stalwarts - would say that Bob Dylan was an electro folk pioneer; but trust me 'folks', ha ha, he's a completely different breed.

I have been following Patrick Wolf for a long time now and in some respects this is the best gig I've seen him perform.

He bounds onto the stage in a red boiler suit complete with black belt and red suit jacket with a fantastically angular red flower to complement the black ones covering the keyboard; only Patrrick Wolf can pull this shit off without me wanting to punch him.

The set gets onto a cracking start with Bluebells, one of my favourite tracks off The Magic Position.

The current sound

Since I saw him last he's become far more orchestral in his live performance.

Although I sort of miss the days of him standing pretty much alone on stage fighting to create his beautifully emersive tracks with technical wizardry and sheer passion, he has lost none of his passion and now brings the instrumentation to pack the kind of punch his songs demand.

He winds us through new and old songs seemlessly, telling tales and giving thanks in his classic delicate yet assured style.

Following The Libertine:

New Material

We are introduced to what he calls his Libertine for today, This City.

It proves a beautiful piece with all of the passion, pace and poignancy of his best work.

A sustained and enthusiastic applause brings him back for an encore and he finishes up with The Magic Position, the song that ensured I parted with the cash to buy that particular album.

One last question

So after the ICA gig supporting Franz Ferdinand, the clustered audience at the Barfly, Valentine's night at The Borderline and the magesty of Union Chapel; what's The Magic Position, eh, Patrick?

The homeless view of London

2010-12-06T10:30:00.000-08:00

A friend of mine told me a while ago about tours of London conducted by homeless people, organised by sock mob.

To me this sounded like a wonderful idea on a number of different levels, not least because I don't like being herded on and off a bus.

Seriously though, the project sounded interesting, positive and potentially empowering.

I finally found the time to attend.

A different view

Our guide for the day was Sean, he loitered inconspicuously to one side until we started the tour and then quite simply took command as if we were just a group of school children that he was trying to educate.

Our tour centred around Old Street; I had envisaged being led around a very large area but in fact our hour long tour took us round a very small section of Old Street, there was just a surprising amount to be shown.

I think that in a lot of ways I have become quite jaded, or at least I did until I met Sean.

I'm a bouncing ball of naive innocence in comparison to him.

However, I have never lost my home.

The tour

He told us stories, and showed us places I'd never noticed before - and I've spent a lot of time in Old Street.

It was interesting, yet sad.

He showed us a lot of places that had dreamed of a fairer and more charitable world, but had hit the rocks of commercial reality or unscrupulous councils.

I was forced to look through his eyes and it made me ashamed, angry and sad.

Taking stock

A friend of mine challenged some of the facts that he had quoted at me later, it sowed a seed of mistrust that had simply not been there before, but I knew some of them had been accurate and though the journalist in me will try and source some of them, the humanitarian in me is furious that someone's word shouldn't be taken as readily as my honest words are spoken.

This food for thought cost me £5 and kept me occupied at a time of year that everyone seems to be focused solely on the shops.

I will leave you with one statement he made that has not left my mind.

For the Olympics all the homeless people in the area will be asked to move to Derby, those that refuse will be sent to mental hospital for the duration.

Sean thinks he'd prefer the hospital.

Did I mention that he had a wicked sense of humour.

Monsters, yeah all right then

2010-12-04T22:00:00.000-08:00

A friend of mine invited me to see Monsters.

I had heard nothing about this film but from the title I assumed it was a kids film.

As it happened I was wrong it was a Sci-Fi clearly aimed at adults or at least older teens.

The main characters are Andrew Kaulder (Scoot McNairy) a photo-journalist and his boss's daughter
Samantha Wynden (Whitney Able) who has found herself needing an escort out of an (alien) infected 'zone'.

This film had the feel of District 9, but it just wasn't quite as good.

However, it was made for a fraction of the budget entirely by Gareth Edwards.

It was beautifully shot.

The idea behind Monsters was very interesting and equally challenging.

And the acting was practically flawless, I believed what was unfolding at every turn.

My real complaint came that the beginning caught my attention and I was drawn on a ponderous strangely compelling journey.

And the end of that journey failed to meet my expectations.

It was sweet, but very hollywood for a film that had promised so much more.

I'd reccommend it, but you will be left wanting.

Unfortunately, unlike District 9, it doesn't allow much scope or promise for Monsters... 2.

Legend of the Guardians: 300 with Owls it isn't

2010-11-22T23:00:00.000-08:00

I am quite squishy at heart.

I get sickened by cheese at the same time as liking positive messages and films like Happy Feet.

So all the advertising and reviews of Legend of the Guardians sucked me in.

Christmas was approaching, the guy on Newsnight Review said: "It's like 300 with Owls", The Guardian said: "a cross between The Lion King and Star Wars - but with owls."

So, there was definitely going to be owls in it and it looked like it might be, slightly too innocent for my age, fun.

I'm sorry but it wasn't 300 with Owls by any stretch of the imagination and could only be compared to the newer, shitter, Star Wars episodes.

Legend of the Guardians was also made by the same people as Happy Feet, another draw.

This wasn't a patch on Happy Feet.

There were touches of good story telling, but overall it was disappointing and it lacked a real crescendo.

The end sort of caught me by surprise with a distinct: "Is that it?" feeling.

At best this film was cosy.

Also, I can't see 3D - it's getting old, I just want a good film.

Democracy vs the monarchy

2010-11-19T13:24:00.000-08:00

Breaking news: pro-democracy figure released after years of house arrest; couple in the UK announce their engagement.

Last saturday I wandered downstairs to receive the news that Aung San Suu Kyi had been released from house arrest after ten years of house arrest.

It raised a tired smile from my lips, which did no justice to the weight and beauty of this news; so I can perhaps forgive David Cameroon for his painfully understated "well overdue" comment.

Aung San Suu Kyi is one of the future modern day political figures that truly makes my heart swell.

She is a hero almost beyond measure in my eyes.

And this is only heightened by the fact she is a woman.

So imagine my dismay that in the following days instead of being inundated with news about the hopes and developments in Burma's new 'democracy', I hear on the hour every hour about the engagement of a little known UK couple: their called William and Kate, oh, did I mention that he is the third in line to the throne of our, er, 'democracy'.

Rocking Montague

2010-11-16T15:00:00.000-08:00

Out for another deliciously fun gig night this weekend.

Looks like I'm making a habit of this.

Turned up chiefly to listen to Chekhov's Rifle play, for the...

No wait, I can't actually remember how many times I've seen them.

Let's just say it was the latest of many.

Chekhov's line-up is now all male, after the female bass player was baby-capacitated.

They deliver a tight and rousing set, with a 'new song', oo er.

The set is not even spoilt by a dropped and swiftly recovered drumstick, not a beat missed.

Great jiggly fun, with lyrics to leave you baffled.

They are followed by Tim Ten Yen.

I'm always a bit suspicious of a man with a tiny Casio keyboard.

In this case it can be easily forgiven.

This was a shits and giggles set with all the gusto I have come to expect from performance poet Richard Tyrone Jones.

Prancing about the stage he sang beautifully over an iPod and had most of the audience in stitches.

“I have an enemy a sea anemone.”

And a song about a cat looking out across the dance floor.

After all this I was well revved up for the last act, who during the sound check had moved through three instruments.

What a disappointment!

Mainly covers and not inspirational ones, I'd like to say more about the set but in truth I walked to the back of the bar after a couple of songs to chat in peace.

He was musically proficient, but, well, dull.

At least The Montague Arms is a lovely place to have and a drink if the bands don't pass muster.

An eccentric pub, meets ship, meets taxidermist, with bar staff who probably need hearing aids.

It's great.

Why I wear a Poppy

2010-11-11T15:00:00.000-08:00

I have listened to and had a fair few conversations about whether you should wear a poppy.

I think it's important.

This is why:

Anthem for Doomed Youth

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?

Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.

No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?

Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.

The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

Or pretty much any Wilfred Owen poem.

For me the poppy is part remembrance, part fury that we still haven't learned.

If we had, this wouldn't have been created:

Thank you to Huey Morgan for playing it this morning on 6 music.

I can think of few more appropriate songs today.

Wear a Poppy, remember, never again.

The Savage Nomads - the alternative bonfire

2010-11-06T16:00:00.000-07:00

I ventured out last night to see The Savage Nomads, with absolutely no expectations (despite being told "I think you'll like them.")

I was suitably impressed.

They even made me forget that I probably won't be seeing any fireworks displays this year.

In amongst all the third rate indie/rock bands that seem to be acosting my ears at the moment this bunch of spritely lads are a breath of fresh air.

It's not often that I see a band and spend the following day searching youtube clips to share with my friends, and then feel that those clips don't do the band justice.

These guys are a live band through and through with an easy confidence that makes their stage performance all the more compelling.

The singers style is reminiscent of Incubus, with a more British twang.

(Though I wonder whether he might be a little too young for Brandon Boyd to have been much of an influence, and possibly a mite too cool).

They're definitely not carbon copies of anyone, but not quite mind blowing perfection either.

But there's an infectious promise there - I might just place a bet that in a couple of years time they'll be playing far bigger venues than The Hope and Anchor.

Facefilm aka The Social Network

2010-10-14T07:21:00.000-07:00

The Social Network starts with a date, an end of a relationship and Mark Zuckerberg (Jesse Eisenberg); fitting for a film all about the Zietgeist of modern times - Facebook.

The overblown tag line for this film gives a fair hint of what it's all about, but don't let this put you off.

Yes, it has a soundtrack that drives, pumps and screams fast lane.

Yes, Justin Timberlake is in it as Sean Parker - he's bloody good.

Yes, there are hot girls, deal table posturing and dot com bickering.

This film is not subtle, but then what about building a billion dollar business before your thirty is subtle, slow paced or small scale!

This film is not about technical brilliance or geekish facts.

It is about building the characters behind the ongoing saga of our age: the internet and big business.

But it isn't a biopic, it's a selection of moment by moment snatches of the insecurities and confidence that intertwine to make some of the most powerful, frightening and fragile characters you could possibly imagine; beautifully acted by all.

This film is comic, fun, fast paced and, if you grab all the implications, brainshatteringly scary.

It paints a picture of the power and arrogance of some of the greatest young business minds in America.

If everything this film portrays of these characters is true (they're all completely nuts), I never want to use Facebook again, but if this film teaches you anything it is that I, you, everyone will.

Sound of Rum and Kid Carpet

2010-06-20T14:40:00.000-07:00

Kate Tempest, Sound of Rum’s lead singer, brought a positive energy to the stage as she hit it meaning her call to draw in the audience was readily obeyed.

Those who regularly attend gigs of fledgling bands and the not-quite-so-famous will be familiar with how often this call is met with icy stares and resolute ‘coolness’.

This isn’t a well researched notational review, this is very much a spin from my opinion.

So I was caught up by a truly poetic lyricist who shouts out her calls of messed friendship and a life manifesto.

Ferry (drums) and Archie (guitar) provided a tight and proficient understated backing, which should be complimented in its ability to stay far enough in the background to let Kate’s lyrics through and yet remain strong enough musically to make this a professional and fresh performance.

There were no egotistical twirls from any quarter; a vibe of assured positivity; and a groundedness that made these kids appear mature beyond their ages.

Kid carpet by contrast brought a much more knowing irony and jaded comedy to the stage.

More hilarity than musical prowess, but great fun for it.

“We built this city…” on slav-er-y, indeed.

Musical stand up with the florish of Bill Bailey and more young brash sarcasm.

Flag waving

2010-02-13T08:46:00.000-08:00

I was watching Newsnight the other night and I was frustrated with the dialogue that was presented.

They were talking about which flag to identify with, which nation to align to.

Ok perhaps I just like the idea of a red flag that anyone can have.

But something that unites all of us, that allows all of us to join if we’re willing to accept and support all the people under it…

Remember they should be anyone.

The idea of a nation is a construct.

It truly is.

Any idea of nation is largely propaganda.

It is a marking from some majority or strong minority of what we are.

It is rarely built to be all inclusive.

It is the very nature of us as opposed to them.

I don’t want homogeneity either, but culture is a mix match.

You pick a bit here a bit there and you embrace the parts that speak to you and each person embraces a slightly different selection.

If a nation really defined us so strongly we would all like the same tunes, the same comedy, the same plays… Need I go on?

Things are mixed up and provided there’s no real viciousness it’s beautiful.

Sure there’s the times it is vicious, it is them and us, it is fuck off and don’t come anywhere near my family.

But that can often be inspired by which flag are you.

Flags.

What is the point of a flag?

It came out of making it clear to the troops, you bought or bullied into fighting for you who to shoot.

Not who to hug, support, nurture and feed. It’s about, which one am I meant to be beating and stamping on.

So: why a red flag?

Because it has a history of trying to support those who are being bullied, now that’s not to say that it doesn’t have as chequered a history as any other flag.

Anyone seen Land and Freedom, read Animal Farm, studied the course of the Russian or Chinese revolution?

Then you know what I mean.

Yet I still think it’s the best flag going, forget a hammer and sickle or that way of going, imagine each lot of people that decides that’s what they want picks up a red flag and keeps it plain, so the next person that picks it up will share it, not so they know not to shoot each other, but to know they’re to be trusted and given a hand, plus any extra that there is to spare.

I guess I'm suggesting remaking it.

Maybe people would be happier if it was green.

But somehow red speaks to me.

If it's about picking one identity then no wonder the boy on the feature on the British National Party (Google them if you wish, I'm not linking to them) thought multiculturialism couldn't work. I'd like to introduce him to my friends.

In the Loop

2009-04-19T20:00:00.000-07:00

Time to learn to breath through your laughter, else you aren’t going to get through this film alive.

I haven’t laughed this much since Jacqui Smith’s husband was revealed as getting porn courtesy of the tax payer.

In The Loop is a spin off film from The Thick Of It, the successful BBC drama about the modern political system, and includes a lot of the same actors found in its TV forerunner.

The story is based around the American and British political manoeuvrings and blunderings surrounding a possible war in an unspecified country.

I don’t know where they get their ideas from…

In the Loop is a brilliant mix of intelligent and base humour.

So neither so far up it’s own arse that it loses its audience, nor so puerile as to be dismissed by an audience with some brain cells going spare.

Equally you don’t need to be an avid politico to follow it, but familiarity with the political game does add to your appreciation of the story that unfolds.

Peter Capaldi is brilliant as Malcolm Tucker, the policy co-ordinator who rules his minister with an iron fist.

The sheer pace and imagination of his insults are amazing enough in themselves without the dedication of a solid performance of pure venom.

The rest of the cast put in equally sterling performances, as this is a true ensemble piece, backed up by excellent writing.

There isn’t a weak moment and the actors make all the action seem frighteningly believable in the midst of pure political farce.

This isn’t the kind of film where you can leave your brain at the door, so if you want an easy life affirming comedy steer well clear.

If you want a comedy with a little less of the Adam Sandler touch and a crate more witty bite then you’ll come out ready to buy it on DVD.

The Mystery of Polly Tommey

2009-03-31T10:29:00.001-07:00

I missed the last tube on Saturday and found myself bussing it back to South London.

On the way I encountered a strange advert, in the form of a letter written to Gordon Brown to say that they could save the PM £508m a year.

It was signed by Polly Tommey.

I'm a curious soul, so finding myself with some free time today I googled the woman in question.

I discovered that the poster campaign had made it into a clutch of local papers.

Polly thinks that she can save the government all this money by getting more autistic people into work.

Her poster campaign is certainly effective, because it caught my attention and I spend my life ignoring or getting annyoed at adverts and this one genuinely made me curious.

I wish her well.

So long as she isn't wishing to railroad people into jobs that essentially they are unable to do.

Since when did being fat make you a bad parent?

2009-01-13T08:59:00.001-08:00

You're too fat to adopt, Damien Hall has been told.

This news story appalled me.

I would be the first to agree that parents that adopt should be vetted, so children aren't moved from one unstable situation to another.

But just how dangerous is a fat Dad!

I know we are living in the midst of an obesity crisis, but given the chance wouldn't a child prefer to have a parent that may feed them a few too many calories than no parent at all!

In the instance of the Halls it is only Mr. Hall that has been deemed to be too heavy, suggesting that his problems with his weight may not simply down to the food he consumes.

Social services wouldn't take a child away from their parents if their parents were overweight, because that doesn't make them unfit to bring up their child.

So why shouldn't they be allowed to adopt a child that isn't theirs.

I know there are far more terrible things going on in the world, but I feel this one that mere reason can change.

Bankrupt yourself going to university...

2008-10-01T20:00:00.000-07:00

The chancellor of Oxford University, Lord Patten, thinks the cap on fees should be lifted.

He's arguing that if people are willing to pay exorbitant amount on private education then universities, especially his university, should be allowed to charge more.

In my mind what he is asking that we have an even more privatised higher education system.

I'd rather see the government put more money into higher education rather than see Oxford lumber its students with even greater debts.

He acknowledges that this is "deeply controversial".

No shit.

Sure there are those from upper middle class backgrounds that plough thousands into their primary and secondary education.

But what about those that can't afford that but aren't poor enough to qualify for a grant?

People will start only going to university if they envisage themselves having jet setter lifestyles in the future.

What about those who want a good education but then want to go on and teach or police the streets.

Not everyone wants to be a manager, that doesn't mean they don't want to be well educated if they are capable of it.

Education in itself is precious that doesn't mean it should be personally expensive.

Pinocchio

2008-09-29T15:38:00.000-07:00

So George Osborn is talking tough on city fat cats: is it just me that feels it doesn’t ring true?

I am not a fan of New Labour and the party may have lost a great deal of the faith in them I had in 1997 but I still trust them more to steer us through this financial crisis.

The Conservatives have always been the party of power.

And by that I mean that all they are interested in is power.

I was not surprised in my university years when I was told a certain campus Tory had a timeline on his wall leading him to Number 10.

They will say anything that they think will be popular but when the chips are down they are the party of aggressive capitalism.

Most of them still idolise Thatcher and her era and when they attack big bonuses I find it hard to believe them.

I’m biased I know but I don’t think the Conservatives have suddenly become the party to safe guard the Welfare State or any of the institutions and beliefs that I hold dear to my heart.

Sorry George I think your nose is growing.

Ruth Kelly's departure speech

2008-09-27T16:13:00.000-07:00

Ruth Kelly really got my attention with her comments on going out late at night.

Now again I am left with a funny feeling reading a phrase from her speech from Wednesday:

"I've relied on the support of my family and friends and I now think it's time to take a step back and repay them for the support that they have given me" courtesy of the BBC.

I don't want to criticise what she is saying, it has the warm sincerity of the thank yous of the best of Oscar acceptance speeches, I'm just intrigued that she is being so open.

I can't help but think: would a male politician say these words?

Would they stand up and admit that part of their success was built on depending on other people?

Would they give this as a reason for stepping down?

Would they mean it?

I have no answers only questions but I can't remember a male MP stepping down for these reasons.

Though the jaded side of me mutters at this point that she can cite any reason, it doesn't make it true.

Standon Calling

2008-08-05T09:00:00.000-07:00

For the first time in literally years I got myself off to a proper (as opposed to a one or two dayer) festival, with tried and tested festival buddies.

The festival in question was Standon Calling.

On arrival at the station there were some initial concerns that the shuttle bus was the people carrier sitting outside the station, but to our relief it turned out to be a taxi.

The first shock on arriving to the festival was just how small the festival was.

I've never before been to a paid for festival so tiny.

In fact, Rise, which is a free one day music and anti-racism (screw you Boris) in London is easily twice the size!

The second slightly unwelcome surprise was how carefully they were searching for booze.

We found space to pitch our tents, after half pitching them somewhere else and then changing our minds.

Then we pottered off to find some music.

The range of music on offer during the day and early evening was really good, but the sets were often disappointingly short and there were quite a few "double-barreled arse holes on coke" in attendance as one sign proclaimed.

Our merry band kept things fun, but Standon is no Glastonbury, so if you go make sure you're with your best mates.

The dress up day on the Saturday is good fun, there were some really nice efforts: the wasabi pea man, the kamikaze pilots complete with planes and the ninjas - the theme if you hadn't guessed was Japanese.

The food options were lovely, however not great for the skint as there are really no cheap dodgy burger or chips options.

So bring your own food if you're hard up.

There was a lovely little funky tent that played DJ sets in the day and a voluntary contribution one hour yoga session at 12.

Favourite bands of the event were: Florence and the Machine, Los Campensinos, They Came From The Stars, I Saw Them, Johnny Flynn and of course the beautiful indomitable Super Furry Animals.

Johnny Flynn I watched on my own on the Sunday, as no one else felt like braving the rain, it was worth it.

The sun came out for Los Campensinos and after them the Furries who were painfully short but threw us lots of carrots to eat...

Mmm carrots...

Then on a gloriously sunny Monday we packed up and went home.

And one last thing, for those of you that hate festival loos the Standon one's were practically luxurious.

Think mirrors, think animal pictures, think soap and hand cream.

Ok the taps stopped working quite quick, but any regular festival goer would revel in them.

There is something to be said for going to a Toffee festival.

Oh and they even have special recycling bins.

Superbad

2008-07-28T01:00:00.000-07:00

I was in Leeds this weekend with a hungover brother and entourage, thus the DVDs came out.

After having watched Patlabor (a personal favourite) and Die Hard (you'd have to agree a bit of a classic), we pulled out Superbad.

I was pleasantly surprised by this film.

The trailers hadn't given me high hopes: another teen movie about trying to, with hilarious consequences, lose your virginity.

Evan (Michael Cera) and Seth (Jonah Hill) are long-time friends in the last year of high school, about to leave for different colleges.

Their friend, Fogell, (Christopher Mintz-Plasse) has plans to acquire a fake ID, so Seth agrees to buy alcohol for a party his crush, Jules (Emma Stone), is hosting. Evan also offers to buy Goldslick Vodka for his long time crush Becca (Martha MacIsaac).

The ca-razy high jinks turned out to be surreal in the extreme and there was a fair amount of heart and good character development.

The oddness of the situations some how made the whole thing inexplicably more believable.

So it turned out to be a particularly good example of this genre.

Good fun if you're at a loose end and want something easy to pass the time.

Don't expect anything particularly intelligent, but it is very sweet and very funny.

Iron Man

2008-07-11T14:00:00.000-07:00

Yes I snuck off to the cinema again yesterday and managed to catch Iron Man at one of about only two cinemas still showing it in London.

Iron Man is an origin story.

Tony Stark (Robert Downey Junior) goes out to Afghanistan on a business trip, his business being weapons, to demonstrate the new weapon Jericho.

He gets captured by Afghani rebels and in order to escape invents the suit that makes him the superhuman Iron Man.

This film was less of a spectacle than I was expecting, not that there aren't some brilliant explosive action moments - I just expected more.

The plot is a lot more political than I expected as well, which made me happy.

Ok the idea of an arms dealer re-assessing his life is a bit far fetched, but you know it gives you hope even if it is only fiction.

There are some nice witty touches throughout the film and Downey Junior has a talent for carrying those kind of wise cracks off whilst also giving a convincing performance of a man filled with arrogance and later consumed by inner demons.

Gwynth Paltrow's character Pepper Potts makes for a good side kick, though she does prove to be a bit worryingly wet in the finale, but she makes up for it with her final lines.

It's a shame that it's too late to see it at the big screen as the effects certainly benefit from being HUGE, but invest in a large TV and rent it when it comes out.

You won't be disappointed.

The night I met John Kennedy

2008-07-03T12:00:00.000-07:00

Back in the world where I have a social life again and I'm off to another They Came From The Stars I Saw Them gig.

This time it was at The Barfly in Camden for Xfm's regular Xposure Live event.

Hosted by the beautifully, wonderful, genius that is John Kennedy.

Turned up in time to see some of the first act, who were ok but nothing very memorable.

Then the Stars got up onto the stage and this little man, who looked really familiar came and said hello, mainly I think at Adi but looking back I like to think in general.

Then the little man got up on the stage to in-tro-duce the Stars.

So in case you aren't good at the maths the little man that seemed so familiar turned out not to be an acquaintance of ours through the Stars or such like, as we both kind of assumed, but John Kennedy.

John Kennedy spoke to me!

I know this is pathetic, but I love this guy I felt the same way as I did when I bumped into Simon Amstell and at least this time I didn't recognise him straight off, being more used to his voice than his face, and start babbling at him star struck.

The Stars of course were brilliant and it was hilarious watching the Camden cool set doing or being baffled by the rabbit, seal, monkey dance.

The headlining act were nothing on The Chap and not much on the Stars, but of course that's what most of the cool set had come to see, so after a couple of songs we left them to it.

Everyone!

Rabbit.

Seal.

Monkey.

Dead Pets Society

2008-06-30T16:00:00.000-07:00

Sadly due to the football, and yes I'm guilty of this too, very few people turned up before around 10 for the second Dead Pets Society.

Also I assume because everyone was celebrating, and in the odd instance sulking into their beers, at the pubs and houses that they had chosen to watch the match at it wasn't as well attended as the first.

Criminal really considering what a brilliant was played, well for most of it I must confess to not being massively into some of the later tracks but I was definitely in the minority.

I'm certainly looking forward to the next installment of mash up madness.

And you lot, whoever you are, should come along to.

Day eleven in the NATO Northwood headquarters - last day

2008-06-26T16:00:00.000-07:00

Day eleven in the NATO exercise and there is a distinct hang over vibe going on.

Nick is the most "ill", I feel pretty good to my surprise thought I was going to feel like the pits.

My head on the other hand is really not co-operating.

Nick ends up getting very upset about my copy, his head probably wasn't helping, you have to hand it to the boy he can spot even subtle mistakes when he feels like shit - I reckon that's something worth sticking on the CV.

Michael tells us he has certificates for us, but he isn't going to give them to us.

Why?

Nick's name is spelt wrong, I am called Mrs Sarah Morgan, Ciaran is called Mrs Ciaran Gold (in case you haven't picked up this fact Ciaran is a guy) and Jess, well, doesn't even have one!

The Navy eh, so efficient.

We all finish at 12 and I have my last lunch courtesy of NATO.

Then I head back to the B&B to pick up my stuff and head home.

It feels really weird leaving Northwood, I literally haven't left the place since I arrived - not even one stop on the tube!

We'll see how I adjust to the real, non-exercise, world.

It feels great to get back to a bit more freedom though.

Day ten in the NATO Northwood headquarters

2008-06-25T00:00:00.000-07:00

Day ten in the NATO exercise and everyone apart from Mia is back from the ships so there was next to nothing from Spain.

As a result another quiet day, spent wondering what articles we could make up to pad out the scenario.

I ended up making up a bit of a heart wrenching, or at least what I tried to make heart wrenching, article on the state that Vaneo (town by the gas explosion) was in a few days after the attack.

Then in the evening I was introduced to what is known as a "beer call", never really come across the term before.

This basically involved everyone who had been involved in the exercise trouping off to a free bar that served beer and cider.

Having had no time to eat and a limited bar opening time I was decidedly tipsy/pissed by the time we went back and I caught most of the first half of the football.

Missed the second half thanks to an ill advised plan of going to see it at the pub, that turned out to be closed - so we ended up at one without a TV.

So I received the final score by text, rubbish.

Day nine in the NATO Northwood headquarters

2008-06-24T22:00:00.000-07:00

Day nine in the NATO exercise and I'm slightly disappointed that it hasn't prompted any articles from the ships.

So as a result it has been quite a quiet day, with me mainly making up articles and doing the odd inject.

I think I must have been getting a bit restless because I came up with "Ping Pong panned", not my headline, my slightly silly story made up story, which you can have a look at for your own amusement...

PONTEAREAS - The Westland table tennis tournament in Ponteareas was cancelled today due to power shortages caused by the destruction of the Vaneo gas receiving station.

Westland's finest table tennis players are swiping the air following the cancellation of today's tournament.

The games are played indoors, making it impossible for the games to proceed.

"I'm glad it's been cancelled," says Marco Gonzales, one of the competitors. "My cousin died in the Jumblez attack, we were close and my mind has not been on my game."

Other players are simply frustrated, as much because of the overall effect the energy shortage is having as because today's game has been cancelled.

Franco Romero, last year's runner up, said: "I was in a bad mood even before the tournament was cancelled.

"I'm living off cheese sandwiches, it's ridiculous. We need gas".

Yep delirium was definitely setting in.

Also got another fun one about the mastermind behind the attack...

LISBON - Helena Ricardo has been revealed as the mastermind behind yesterday's suicide attack at the Vaneo gas receiving station.

A Dorian from Westland, who does not wish to be named, claims that he overheard Jumblez militia talking about Helena's role in the attack. They were talking about the attack in a bid to recruit Dorians from one of the refugee camps.

Ricardo was highly trained in explosives, martial arts and artillery at a Jumblez camp in the Pyrenees. She previously worked for the Jumblez Northland government as an intelligence operative, during their brief spell in power from January to March 2008.

When the leadership were indicted, by the International Criminal Tribunal for Northland, she went underground. She was believed to have been accidentally killed in May when Northland and the UN were disarming Jumblez but in fact she was just injured and went off to train in Uliz.

Her training was clearly advanced enough for her to have orchestrated the highly sophisticated attack on the Vaneo gas receiving station in Westland, which resulted in the deaths of 82 people.

My original article said that she was severely disfigured.

But as "Helena" was a re-working of an English name of someone on the team who said she'd like to be part of the scenario everyone was worried she might be offended.

I was honestly just being creative, but Michael decided it was some kind of "chick thing"..?

Day eight in the NATO Northwood headquarters

2008-06-23T23:00:00.000-07:00

Day eight in the NATO exercise and we have finally reached what we like to call “shitstorm” day.

We found out about it last week, I think Wednesday, day three.

Basically they were planning to pretend that there had been a terrorist attack on a gas receiving station and distribution centre.

To make sure that our articles came out making sense they gave us all this time to research what would happen if something like this occurred in real life, so I’ve had great fun over the last couple of days weaving works of fiction based on the facts we had at our disposal.

So today all we had to do was fire off e-mail after e-mail until they had been hit by forty stories from the four of us: articles detailing the attack, human interest stories, energy price stories, economic stories and political analysis stories (my favourite) all as fall out from the attack.

I would have liked to see the effect that this deluge was having but I can guess that it wasn’t that pretty.

Day seven in the NATO Northwood headquarters

2008-06-22T23:00:00.000-07:00

Day seven in the NATO exercise and I’m getting a bit tired to be honest, not really physically more mentally.

It doesn’t feel like a weekend so I was surprised after lunch when I was greeted by Sunday papers, which always irritates me as there is rarely anything in the Sunday publications that I want to read.

Apologies if today’s blog is more like a diary than usual but although I did find articles I wanted to blog about in today’s paper, despite it being a Sunday, I promptly forgot it when I got home.

Football didn’t inspire me either, still I guess it’s a trade off against yesterday’s game.

Day six in the NATO Northwood headquarters

2008-06-21T20:30:00.000-07:00

Day six in the NATO exercise and I’m wondering where my brain has gone.

I used to have this lovely, sharp brain that used its initiative and was generally pretty on the ball.

Now I have a brain more like this guy that I went out with for a bit at University.

Nothing wrong with the brain as such, academically quite astute, just incapable of coping with picking up details, or in his case opening his own door.

Needless to say I feel bad for having laughed at him now, even if it was an affectionate laugh.

I don’t want his brain.

I want my brain.

The worrying thing is I’m not entirely sure when I lost it.

I think it had definitely gone missing round the middle of last term.

There was certainly no sign of it over the summer term or in the past couple of weeks.

It doesn’t help that the brains of the people around me seem to be perfectly fine.

They haven’t lost, wounded or inebriated theirs.

It’s just not fair.

Day five in the NATO Northwood headquarters

2008-06-20T22:40:00.000-07:00

Day five in the NATO exercise and I feel a bit more confident, hopefully that will last.

I’m battling with Jens Lekman alongside all the work.

I can’t quite decide whether I like him or not.

I only really like I’m Leaving You Because I Don’t Love You and Friday Night At The Drive In.

They are all incredibly twee, but those two are a bit more bearable, in fact fuck it I actually quite like them.

The end of the day and the boss of the guy who’s in charge of us came in.

I think I must have been a cow in another life because I had quite a bad foot in mouth moment in an attempt to be chatty.

That’s the problem with being chatty sometimes it just comes round and bites you in the foot.

Ah well, I doubt I’ll see him again.

Yay Turkey!

Day four in the NATO Northwood headquarters

2008-06-19T20:30:00.000-07:00

Day four in the NATO exercise and I’m losing faith in my ability to write good copy.

The second article that I submitted to be sent out at 12.30 needed significant re-working by “nice Nick”, because the details were confused.

So it ended up going out after 12.30 even though I handed it over for subbing at 11.30.

In my defence I had been given one inject the day before and then a slightly conflicting inject today and as I had written up some of the story it might have lost some of its sense in the re-working process.

But either way it wasn’t good for the ego.

I clocked a painting of Thatcher from the Falklands conflict at lunch today.

Oh joy!

But hurrah, no quiet time today.

Day three in the NATO Northwood headquarters

2008-06-18T22:00:00.000-07:00

Day three in the NATO exercise and things are getting a lot more interesting.

We’re actually working ahead of time now.

By the end of the day I had written one story that went out at 11, started one story and completed another for tomorrow and even started writing two for Friday.

As a result of this very weird false reality set up I was able to be busy all day and was thus a lot happier.

Oddly you can tell when I’ve got more on because the posts are shorter, perverse that.

Now I’ve just finished watching Russia vs Sweden, it’s always nice to be surprised.

I’m sure that there’s more Family Guy to come…

Day two in the NATO Northwood headquarters

2008-06-17T23:00:00.000-07:00

Day two in the NATO exercise and I’ve finally written a story.

I started writing it up yesterday from a two line inject, but I had to wait till today for the quotes to write it up properly.

It felt good to be writing about something that wasn’t diet related, even if it was for a fake scenario it was still more interesting than how many calories there are in your average smoothie.

When that was done I went back to listening to some music because things were still a bit quiet.

I couldn’t resist the temptation to listen to The Killers, All These Things That I’ve Done…

“I got soul but I’m not a soldier…”

After doing preparation for another story for tomorrow I went to lunch and on my return discovered that I have some old episodes of South Park saved on my laptop.

I think it would be taking the piss to watch them in work hours, but it means I have something to entertain me at the B&B if the TV’s bad.

I don’t have the internet at the B&B due to the wi-fi not working properly on my machine.

Grr.

Watched Italy vs France in the evening, which was quite fun and given France’s performance so far I was quite pleased they didn’t go through.

Then more Family Guy before bed, am I getting old or what?

Day one in the NATO Northwood headquarters

2008-06-16T23:00:00.000-07:00

Well today I found out that even doing NATO exercises could be boring.

As an add-on to our course, in the sense that not everyone does it and it isn’t assessed, I’ve been taking part in a NATO navy training exercise.

The idea is that whilst NATO does their normal training exercises in a fictitious country they are trailed around by journalists asking them questions, alongside more journalists subbing stories and asking supplementary questions from base camp, to train them in dealing with the media.

I am one of the journalists at base camp, which is obviously less exciting than running around a ship where the action is taking place but I still thought it would be quite fun.

As it turns out on our first day everyone was frustrated, partly because things were just being set up. But also partly due to the fact that the Spanish NATO force, which is role playing the scenario on this occasion, were refusing to tell the on-board journalists anything because they didn’t have security clearance.

Of course this is the time that I realise that the only game I have on my computer is chess, which is all well and good but it’s not the best thing to play when you’re killing time.

I don’t have the internet on my computer here, so I can’t kill time on Facebook, YouTube and Hotmail, or any of the other scourges of office management.

And no I can’t send my friends texts, because they have mobile blockers here – they sap your battery down to nothing so you can’t use your phone, I knew this in advance, so my phone was at home.

At first it was odd being surrounded by people in Navy uniforms, but soon enough this fact fades into the background.

They pay for all my meals here provided I have breakfast at the hotel and lunch and dinner in the mess.

And they pay for the hotel and give me a wage in return for me doing something that I love doing anyway.

Yes, it’s all a bit jammy.

Anyway, back to food.

Lunch was unremarkable, but you know it was free.

I must admit I felt intimidated by the hall with its high ceiling and modern chandeliers, I hope it didn’t show.

On sitting down I looked casually to my right to be greeted by a full length portrait of the Queen and Prince Philip, I have to say that was a bit freaky – the republican in me was screaming: “get me out of here!”

Then we went into a lounge area for coffee, well everyone else drank coffee I just stayed to be sociable, and I managed to read one article in the newspaper before we had to head back, to doing not a lot.

In the evening we went to the awful local pub for a quite frankly equally awful pub quiz.

Ciaran and Nick sulked as a result, they took real exception to the questions in the sports round, while me and Becky just laughed a lot – at them, the questions and our difficulty in answering them.

I kept half an eye on the football, but to be honest it wasn’t that inspiring so it was more like an eighth of an eye by the end.

Then we traipsed home to watch yet more family guy.

Don't Miss This

2008-06-14T16:00:00.000-07:00

I’ve been avin’ it large in Manchester.

A friend of mine runs a club night in Manchester called Don’t Miss This, she’s also just started a new one in London called Dead Pets Society, which I always go along to if I can.

This Friday was one of those occasions when I could.

So I packed myself onto a train, which I booked that morning, to head up.

No one was free to meet me when I turned up, so I settled myself in The Piccadilly to wait for the people who were heading up.

By the time they turned up I had ordered myself some curly fries, which proved able to dry my mouth out in seconds – still, I was hungry.

When they had all arrived we moved onto to another, nicer, bar that served Space Raiders and Transformers behind the bar.

It’s SO much better than paying 50p or more for a bag of Walkers, McCoys or whatever.

Then we headed over to The Retro Bar for Don’t Miss This.

As always Dolly and John played a great selection of songs that had me dancing loads with a huge great smile on my face.

Not as always there was a wig theme and thankfully even though I had forgotten to get a wig John lent me one and by the end of the night I had tried pretty much everyone’s on for size.

I got to see what I looked like as a Pat Sharp, Zoe Wannamaker or alternatively someone out of Chumbawamba.

I was tempted to cut my hair Zoe Wannamaker style permanently, but then it would look bad growing out when I inevitably decide to grow it long again.

I also discovered that having a wig stopped me obsessively scratching my head, something I inexplicably started doing almost a month ago now.

Odd that.

he loves me, he loves me not

2008-06-13T04:43:00.000-07:00

Someone gave me the french film he loves me, he loves me not a while ago and I've only just got round to watching it.

You lucky people you are spared my usual rant and you'll be getting more of a film review.

Saying that I'm not entirely sure what to say about this film...

It's beautifully shot, much like Amelie another Audrey Tautou film.

I liked it, but I wasn't blown away.

Perhaps because I didn't really know what to feel throughout, which is odd given it's a film about emotion, love - all be it obsessive love.

Tautou plays Angelique a talented art student who is in love with a cardiologist called Loic (Samuel Le Bihan), who is married with a child on the way.

The film plays out the story of her obsession rather tenderly and Tautou plays the insanity very well.

My main preoccupation throughout the film was the handsome medical student who loves Angelique, wondering why on earth she would obsess about a rather plain fair haired man over a younger, handsome guy who is devoted to her.

Still there is no accounting for people's hearts I suppose, or rather their brains, I doubt an organ that is little more than a pump has much to do with it.

The film explores the power of our emotions and how they drive us to do awful and frightening things.

The ending is poignant and perhaps a little disturbing, but I oddly ended the film feeling happy.

I can't really say anymore about why I felt this without ruining the film.

I might watch it again to show to someone who hadn't seen it and I'd recommend it, but not too highly, it isn't a classic.

Bath, embarrassment, new words and sunshine.

2008-06-12T13:14:00.000-07:00

I decided that Melissa needed to get away for a bit and this was also a great excuse for me to have a holiday too.

So we went to Bath.

Bath wasn't the original plan, in fact we tried to find cheap places to stay in Brighton, Leeds and Cambridge before we settled on the £15 per person per night digs at the YMCA.

We went by coach to save money and it wasn't the hideous journey I expected, it turned out to be quite nice, I slept most of the drive though.

After a lot of ambling around and asking helpful Bath folk directions we made it to the YMCA.

The room was simple and clean with a sink, cupboard, two chairs and of course two beds.

We headed straight out to get some late lunch and followed this with some drinks at The Pig and Fiddle.

Unfortunately the cider that Melissa bought was flat, she had me taste some and finish the bit at the end, it was horrible.

We then headed back to the hostel to get changed and go out.

We stayed in the first pub we went to, the Sam Wellers, for most of the night so it deserves a mention if only for the scrummy steak and mussels - between us we managed to finish most of it.

The next morning I got up at ten to nine to dash downstairs to get breakfast before you started having to pay for it, then went back to the room again and promptly fell asleep again until 12/12.30.

No idea what we did for lunch, but we got lost looking for a park, which we did finally find with help.

It was a gorgeous sunny day so we just lay out in the sun sleeping and chatting, not at the same time obviously.

Then we headed back into town and found Sally Lunns where we had high tea, which consisted of bread and smoked salmon, soup and bread, sweet bread and clotted cream and jam and tea of course - good job we shared it.

Then we went back and changed and went to The Huntsmen for a comedy tour of Bath, which we were late for because we got lost again.

As a result we didn't pay and when he asked to see arm bands about ten or so minutes in we ran away in embarrassment.

We then ended up in The Volunteer Rifleman's Arms due to encouragement from the two blokes sitting outside.

It turned out to be very cheap and rather lovely.

Melissa baffled the barman, Matt (Chef), by saying she was pickish as she wanted to say she was peckish and wanted to pick at food.

Thus Pickish was born.

It's our bid for Oxford Dictionary fame.

We got talking to the barman and his mates, who didn't understand why we had taken so long to find their wonderful pub.

If I ever go back to Bath, I think three days is more than enough in one go and perhaps for a few years, I'll go there every bloody night, till they bar me!

Thursday saw us wandering round the Roman Baths, which so wasn't worth the £9 entrance (and that's the student rate), but you have to do these things and it was nice just not that nice.

Then we went home, which is where I am now.

Final word: Bath was nice, but I love London.

Indy's BACK, but you knew that right

2008-06-05T05:37:00.000-07:00

Ok so I went to see Kingdom of the Crystal Skull last Wednesday, but you know I'm not the most organised of people - I should have just said that it needed lots of contemplation shouldn't I?

Anyway, let's get to the point shall we - well I say we it's me really isn't it, you aren't writing this.

The beginning places you firmly in the 50s and the middle of semi desert terrain.

And of course in the first ten minutes people are already getting shot down with machine guns.

Then finally our hero appears, shortly followed by Cate Blanchett, with a decidedly dodgy Eastern European accent - honestly I thought she was better than that.

I thought they'd take ages to bring in the rumoured sci-fi element, but no they launch straight in with it, which is one of my main criticisms of the film most Indy films develop and build and then draws you in.

This one hits you round the head, drags you home and fucks your brains out.

Very rude and not in a nice way either.

I mean the action was great and I did enjoy it, but at points you're like: did you really need THAT many waterfalls?

Or, why is Shia's character so dumb that he can't work out how to swing on a vine without the help of a monkey?

It probably isn't surprising then that the dialogue is below par, what there is is ok, but it's mainly one liners and there isn't the extent and quality of script that I expect from an Indy film.

One massive hurrah for the return of Marion Ravenwood (Karen Allen), by far the best Indy love interest.

She's straight talking, she doesn't take his shit, she's very attractive and my God can she handle her drink, hats off to her!

The end is predictable, well almost.

However it is quite spectacular, definitely makes good use of the big screen.

I guess all there is left to say at this point is that ultimately I was disappointed by this film, but I've changed my mind - Harrison I still would.

The flower phoenix

2008-05-21T05:05:00.000-07:00

It lives!

My Peace Lilly has grown a new flower.

A nice long one.

I hadn't looked at it for a little bit and then when I decided it needed another water, there it was...

One tall, lovely, white flower.

I was overjoyed.

But scared.

I was so scared of jinxing it that I have left it at least a week before telling you, the blogsphere, of my flower phoenix.

Maybe it's the weather.

Maybe I finally did something right.

I just don't know.

I only know that I'm happy.

They Came From The Stars I Saw Them - And I did

2008-05-14T12:30:00.000-07:00

I went to the They Came From The Stars I Saw Them gig last night at the Hoxton Bar and Restaurant.

What a brilliant night, though obviously I'm paying for it now.

The night started off with Omo, well actually it started off with a picnic, which I failed to bring any food to, and Liz talking about liking the jib of someone's coat but this is loosely meant to be a gig review so I shall continue...

I have to say I wasn't overly impressed by Omo, there first and third songs were far too arty/experimental for my liking and underlined everything that I hate about Shoreditch.

However they did do one rather lovely second song about fish coming in a tin.

The next band were more like it, sadly I hadn't started making notes at this stage, not being a professional reviewist so I can't remember their names let alone what they played.

Then on bundled They Came From The Stars I Saw Them in all their white clad glory.

I made it back from the loo in time so I didn't miss any of their set.

Of course I was dancing straight away.

Love, love, love the sing-a-longs.

Love, love, love the dance-a-longs.

More of that please.

I also noted the encore as I don't think, anyone is welcome to correct me, that I've seen They Came From The Stars I Saw Them do an encore in all of the three or four times that I've seen them perform.

Then there was another blinding band, but sadly I failed to make any notes on them so I don't even remember their names let alone the songs they performed.

Then onto The Chap, the main event.

Even before they came on I was happy because one of whom I can only assume was one of their roadies had a T-shirt emblazoned with Alabama Thunderpussy.

The mind boggles.

My only concern at this point was the girl from Omo was also The Chap's keyboardist, not more artsy crap I thought, but my fears were soon to be allayed.

They started off with a spoken piece mentioning the members of The Stars that made me giggle.

One of the songs that they performed was apparently about "proper songs" whatever they are, though Horton (a member of The Stars) shouted out that it was really about Phil Collins.

Indeed.

Even before this point I had noticed that the bassist who was in some very tight shorts, I guess it was quite hot, was showing an outline of his manhood (look at me being all coy).

My eyes kept falling on it throughout the performance and making me giggle.

Anyway more about the important stuff: the songs.

One song came complete with what I can only describe as a robot gopher dance complete with side step.

Genius.

The bassist also played the violin for some songs.

Well I say played, he actually beat out a rhythm on the strings, which worked really well, or played sporadic discordant notes, which I was less impressed with.

The violin beating also threw up an impressive amount of dust and was quite severely broken.

The lead singer even brought out a double bass or cello at one point.

Yeah I know two years of G.C.S.E music and I can't tell the difference, disgraceful.

They played a song which they introduced as "shit disco", but I thought it more liked great pop.

Despite two promises that the songs we were about to hear would be about being lost in the forest looking for a girl, well, none of them were.

Their encore songs were dedicated to Claire and Hector: Claire because she couldn't make it, Hector because he wasn't allowed to come.

There was interesting use of flash cards by the keyboardist for one song.

The end of the last song saw them freeze to the closing note.

Even Horton froze reaching up open mouthed to the stage.

Poser.

I only went to the after party for an hour, I had to get up in the morning.

Was entertained by the naked ladies being projected onto the wall, though the best one has to be the old man with the sign round his neck, which read: They came for Brian Haw I said nothing. Then they came for me.

I'm ashamed to say though I've seen this guy on countless occasions I didn't recognise his name.

Unfortunately there were some anal sex images, call me a prude if you like but I don't really want to see that on a night out.

Thanks to being disorganized I now owe Liz a fiver to add to my other debts, at least one of them I can blame on someone else.

Will have to call in the £15 debt owed to me.

So get yourself to the next Stars gig people!

Plug, plug.

Low fi cuteness

2008-05-13T06:04:00.001-07:00

Harmless fun

I love this song!

Something uplifting for the summer

2008-05-12T07:47:00.000-07:00

A bit of Bobby McFerrin, better known for Don't Worry, Be Happy. Also genius.

And because I know that you want to know more about him.

He even does the Pink Panther.

Bloody Boris, Bloody Churches

2008-05-07T12:50:00.000-07:00

Well it didn't take long Bo Jo's already incensed me.

He wants to ban drinking on public transport.

To me this is madness, though I realise this may be a controversial view, as a disagreement with my liberal parents has illustrated to me.

Personally I think being able to drink casually on the way to a party is nice and sociable.

Obviously I don't like puke on the tube and piss on the seats, but sometimes that is unavoidable, whats more my hangovers have proved that just because you are no longer drunk or drinking at the time is no guarantee that you won't be sick.

In fact that's when you're most likely to.

I don't really understand what it can possibly be solving...

Apart from perhaps the plight of the pubs that lose business because you buy a beer bottle to go onto your mates etc. instead of staying and paying through the nose in the pub.

In other madness, some poor mother has been banned by a, to my mind, near sited church from erecting a Bart Simpson gravestone for their seven year old kid.

What's the harm?

If she wants to erect a monument that might have meant something to his child then she should have the right to.

I thought B was a good mark?

2008-05-07T02:52:00.000-07:00

In The Guardian today there is yet more news about the categorisation of dope.

Yawn.

I'm getting sick of how the Government and experts keep changing their minds, as if they're playing ip dip do over the choice of policy.

This is a drug that is affecting people's minds and lives and they can't even make their minds up.

At this point I think re-categorisation from Class C to Class B is academic as though it may change the penalty for possessing and dealing the drug it isn't going to have any impact on how people view taking it, except perhaps detrimentally.

It's a reverse psychology thing: tell people that a drug is especially illicit and bad for them and they are more likely to want to try it.

No is very seductive.

They can't even make their minds up how dangerous and psychosis inducing it is.

This is perhaps more forgivable given that scientific questions tend to be fraught with uncertainty and controversy.

Incidentally if you search dope in Google the entry that comes up before any reference to the drug is a link to an American Metal band, it's a funny world that we live in.

Simon Jenkins has a better articulated argument on this point.

Bo Jo's in charge

2008-05-06T05:09:00.000-07:00

I woke up on Saturday morning with an awful hangover, probably one worthy of my top ten worst, to the news that Boris, the nit wit, Johnson is now the head honcho of London.

What a brilliant start to the day.

If that isn't bad enough the Tories had a pretty clean sweep of the local elections.

I threatened to go into hiding if this happened but given that I have a course to complete, which will probably involve doing interviews, I have to deal with the situation.

I can only hope that his Mayorship will be so monumentally disastrous that no one will be stupid enough to vote Tory again and Labour or even the Liberal Democrats will sail the next general election.

I mean it isn't even as if Boris is a good Conservative candidate.

He's not particularly moderate, he's borderline if not fully fledged racist, he's a buffoon (but the very clever kind with a scary agenda).

I can only think was that what swung it is people's fatigue, not mine I hasten to add, with Ken and the fact that Boris always seems to turn up on Have I Got News For You.

Oh well all I can do is cross my fingers and pray...

Possibly for an assassination, although obviously I'm not endorsing such violent measures.

Lesbian is a great word for being a Gay woman

2008-05-02T03:33:00.000-07:00

I was reading the paper yesterday and there was this really tiny article about the Greek islanders of Lesbos calling for the word Lesbian to be banned when referring to Gay women.

Why?

Because they say they are the original Lesbians.

The mind boggles on many different levels.

But there's my phrase of the moment again: I'm sorry what!?

People have been using the term Lesbian to refer to Gay women for fucking AGES!

Why make a fuss about it now?

Possibly this is newspaper piffle, it was in The London Paper after all.

If it isn't, have they had their collective heads in the sand all this time?

Or is this a stunt to boost tourism.

I give up.

The tories look like they're sweeping the board to boot.

A funny

2008-04-30T12:42:00.000-07:00

As I have nothing to say today I have this tit bit to offer:

Arnold's Pizza Shop

Enjoy!

Kate and Boris. I'm sorry, what?

2008-04-29T12:26:00.000-07:00

I used to respect Kate Hoey, Labour MP for Vauxhall.

I thought she was a good MP: she seemed principled and embraced grass roots activities.

Then today I read that Boris Johnson wants to use her as an advisor for sport should he be elected for London Mayor and she's agreed!

It doesn't end there in looking into this revelation I also found out that the, so I thought, sensible Ms Hoey is the infamous Chair of the Countryside Alliance, a group which has been attempting to channel funds to opponents of Labour.

She even has a column for the Daily Telegraph.

And again: I'm sorry what?

Just shows I don't read the sodding rag.

She has sensible positions on things like the war on Iraq and Trident renewal, but it seems she is a bit schizophrenic politically - or at the very least confused.

Maybe I should get in touch and talk it through calmly with her.

Point out the inherent contradictions, but I have to be honest I'm a bit scared about what she would say...

This election is worrying enough with the prospect that Boris might win or at least push it to second preferences, I didn't need this as well.

Everyone's getting married...

2008-04-28T11:26:00.000-07:00

My extended circle of friends appear to be getting hitched on mass.

I'm going to do my best not to make this a tirade, I mean it's lovely that they've found someone that they want to spend the rest of their life with, but I must confess to finding it a little strange.

I guess it's because I'm far from the point where I could consider settling down for such a committed relationship.

I don't think that makes me that strange though, I mean I'm only 26.

However on making the observation that a lot of people seemed to be getting married to an old school, let's say, acquaintance at his birthday he asked whether I felt like I was withering on the vine.

Ok he was probably joking in his own strange way, but I felt rather indignant as I answered no rather emphatically.

I then pointed out that he was my age too and didn't seem to be preparing for marriage, to which he replied that he had already withered.

What?

Why is this conversation even remotely acceptable...

Is that the word?

Words fail me.

What worries me more is that comments and conversations like this are going to be getting increasingly common.

Ok I have a hard core of friends who I can rely on, except perhaps in their darkest weakest self doubting moments, not to talk such rubbish.

But what about the rest?

Am I to expect a torrent of ear bashings about the state of my singledom?

This is madness.

Such behaviour should be out lawed it's ridiculous.

But now I'm feeling worryingly like Bridget Jones, but even then she was a fair bit older than me and she actually bought into some of this crap.

Eugh!

No wonder I decided on a feminist theme for my magazine concept.

I know I know I know

2008-04-24T12:06:00.000-07:00

I haven't updated this blog in AGES.

I had every intention of posting blogs about Chinese Manga, various films and the other trivial things that I occupy my life with.

I failed.

I'd like to say that I have something really inspiring and original to write now that I'm returning after such a long time, but, well, I don't.

All I have to say is that I really want to make that bid for world domination, so I'm back.

My latest obsession is Last.fm.

Basically it's this online music thing, yes I know SO articulate, where you put in an artist that you like and it plays something by that artist, then (and this is the slightly clever part) it plays something like that artist.

So for example a while ago I put in Carole King and now Last.fm in it's infinite wisdom (don't worry you can skip tracks) is playing me Crosby, Stills & Nash 'Teach Your Children', which now incidentally always makes me think of School of Rock.

You get to discover lots of new music this way, plus you can play music by artists you don't actually own (like your own personal radio).

Hurrah for the internet revolution at this rate I won't care that there's nothing on the sodding tele.

Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous indeed!

2008-03-13T02:50:00.000-07:00

For my sins I did once have a soft spot for Good Charlotte.

I liked that they didn't take themselves too seriously and made amusing songs with equally amusing videos.

Girls Don't Like Boys They Like Cars and Money.

I do find that, don't you..?

Anyway it transpires that Benji Madden from the band is seeing Paris Hilton.

Not only is she rich and famous, but she is also vacuously - or at least like to appear so - rich and famous.

I can see my baby brother nodding sagely at this point with an: "I told you so look on his face."

Oh and Joel, the better looking twin brother, should not escape a mention for going out with Nicole Richie.

Benji!

What.

Are.

You.

Doing?

That's taking irony a bit too far surely?

Maybe he thinks it's okay because she's not one of the: "Celebrities who want sympathy"

Or maybe he has a grand plan: "If money is such a problem, Well they've got mansions,
Think we should rob them".

Yeah, rob her blind!

Why do I read the free sheets?

They just make me angry.

And if you still have a soft spot for the boys, then by all means have a look at this.

I am an evil person!

2008-03-12T12:00:00.000-07:00

You remember my post pleading with you all to let me continue eating KFC?

Well I just saw something on my friends blog that made me feel a bit sick.

Have a look yourself, check out the post Dolly HEART Chickens.

I promise not too do it again, I'll find a fried chicken recipe instead.

Rock out to Old McDonald

2008-03-07T01:46:00.000-08:00

Rock Stars sing nursery rhymes

This is really funny. I hope it's the right thing, I can't check the sound because I'm in the Library and I don't have my ear phones.

More stuff I unearthed in my spare time

2008-02-28T06:17:00.000-08:00

Final Fantasy remixes the Ode to Joy

I think it's quite fun.

Last time we were here

2008-02-26T01:50:00.000-08:00

Last time we were here

I've seen the whole of this film minus the sound and still really enjoyed it. Yet more proof that my brother is a genius...

Fun stuff courtesy of You Tube

2008-02-25T01:57:00.000-08:00

Daft Punk alternative video

Wait till it speeds up it's worth it.

Well well well

2008-02-19T05:44:00.000-08:00

The RSPB can save your soul:

So why are the RSPB at a Well Being Day? Well apparently: “Getting outside and being at one with nature is very good for your soul.” Said Jessie Ross Burton

If you want to join in the fun: “We’ve got reserves in London. Rainham Marshes in Essex. Hertfordshire Rye Meads.” Said Martin Abrams

According to Jessie: “We’ve got the largest youth membership of any conservation agency in the world.”

It may be news to some to learn that the RSPB doesn’t just operate in the UK: “We’re very close to securing 101 thousand hectares of Sumatran Rainforest.” Said Martin

He stresses: “we’re not a bird watching organisation. So we’re doing quite a lot to dispel that myth. We do have a lot of members that do that. But we’re not all people in tweed jackets with flasks sitting in a hide.”

Yakult isn’t Yukky

You’ve seen the T.V ad, but did you know that the Probiotic was first looked into by a Bulgarian named Metchinoff who discovered Bulgarian peasants were living longer because they were eating fermented food.

The focus with Yakult is prevention rather than cure.

It may help people who have bowel Cancer.

We sampled two of the Yakults on offer, they come in original (sweet) and Yakult light (less sweet), they both turned out to be quite sweet, which begged the question did it contain sugar?

Yes, it did.

We were informed sugar has two benefits: the bacteria can feed off the sugar and it stops Yakult being too bitter.

So is this stuff really good for you? Well Alan, part of the Retail Support Team, said: “We can’t make claims, but we have 72 years of history behind us. We are the Global market leader in Probiotics.”

Israeli Art and Prairie Dogs

2008-02-18T23:50:00.000-08:00

Imagine my surprise when I received an event invitation from a guy I haven't physically seen for about four or five years.

He wanted me to come and check out some Israeli Art, though for some reason failed to reply when I inquired whether he was going.

After getting in touch with other mutual friends, who also hadn't seen the man in question for an age, it turned out that I would have company so I happily trotted off to Edgware Road on Sunday at four.

It was quite a small gallery but I'm not going to complain because it was free.

The first picture to catch my eye or rather to be pointed out to me by, I think, Shem was, well let's say interesting.

It was entitled Yogi Style, I'll let your imagination run riot on that one.

Another one depicted a woman farting while being passionately kissed, great stuff the weekend after Valentine's Day.

There were a fair few nude pictures and even more generally odd ones, I quite liked the picture board of the woman pulling her organs out of her stomach and making friends with them - it seemed she had about six kidneys at least.

Also all importantly the man of the hour, no not the artist, Michael was in attendance.

So we had a nice chat and it turned out that he's engaged to the Italian girl that he told me about in my third year of University.

Not content with an evening of Israeli Art I head off to stir up some action in Kings Cross.

My destination: The Cross Kings pub where I found a bunch of who I shall call Language of Prairie Dogs fans.

I had been led to believe that they were coming on at eight, as it turned out that was when they were meant to turn up, they didn't come on until 10.30.

As for the other bands, well no one was awful, but one of them seemed to be a bit of a Keane covers band - so maybe that's not true...

There was a beardy couple who were quite attractive in their own way and performed a perfectly passable set.

There was one guy who sounded like he was New Cross who did a set of mostly African inspired music which I thoroughly enjoyed and actually got me dancing.

Then Matt, Dean and Hayden finally mounted the stage for their five songs.

Lovely stuff.

Then I went home.

Juno

2008-02-16T10:01:00.000-08:00

This film starts and ends with a chair, more or less anyway. This says a lot about the tone of the film, it’s quite quirky and irreverent. It’s got a great indie soundtrack for a pretty solid indie movie.

The basic premise is that Juno (Ellen Page) has sex with a guy called Paulie Bleeker (Michael Cera) and gets pregnant and then has to deal, with varying degrees of maturity, with the consequences.

It turns out that all you need to produce three positive pregnancy tests is well pregnancy obviously and a very large amount of Sunny D.

I still can’t find any explanation for why she has a Hamburger phone, apart from maybe that’s what you do if you’re about to become a food obsessed whale.

After finding out she is pregnant she forgoes an abortion down to some blueberry-flavoured condoms and the fact that babies have finger nails.

So this leaves her with the option of getting a good couple to adopt the baby. Needless to say she find a worthy couple and gets to really like the adoptive father to be.

Things don’t run as smoothly as planned of course, but with parents as supportive as Juno’s they don’t need to.

All in all this is very sweet and funny film. Maybe it gets a little too sweet in places, but it doesn’t make you gag – just mostly laugh and gesticulate at the screen. It’s a sad state of affairs that parents would rather have their child addicted to hard drugs or expelled from school than have a baby at 16.

There are some good one-liners and the performances are generally very convincing.

Also it’s nice to see a film that deals with a mother to be, even if she’s giving up her baby, so sensitively and affectionately.

Here is the final version.

Not enough freebies to be truly well...

2008-02-14T01:39:00.000-08:00

Me and Nargis, the new dynamic duo - well maybe not, went to the University's Well Being Day yesterday.

I did quite a few stories on Welfare campaigns at my old Uni. so I'm no stranger to the general ethos, but I've never been to a whole Day event before.

We turned up at about a quarter to ten and promptly got talking to the rather portly organiser and then a Homeopath.

She was really lovely and she directed us to her students who turned up a little early, the event wasn't meant to start until ten.

I have nothing against Homeopathy, but these girls did start off a little gushy.

"It’s energy based healing."

"The body itself is an amazing healing system."

"More the energy compound which is retained within the body."

No I don't understand that sentence much either, bad Journalist, should have asked more questions.

"We believe that it works and it’s effective."

Well you'd hope so really wouldn't you?

"It gives you the strength to cope with the stresses and anxieties of student life."

Ah good, I'll throw away the Prozac now.

For us it didn't end there either, they got really worried about being misrepresented and actually given what I've just written maybe I shouldn't be so harsh on that point.

In the end their tutor came over and asked to see my shorthand, which at the time I struggled reading back so she let it go.

Then it was the turn of the RSPB.

Why were they at a Well Being Day, well: "Getting outside and being at one with nature is very good for your soul."

Also, "we’re not a bird watching organisation.

So we’re doing quite a lot to dispel that myth.

We do have a lot of members that do that."

So that set me straight.

And made me giggle.

But the ultimate giggle factor has to be reserved for the Yakult man.

Yes of course you've seen the adverts, but did you know: "A Bulgarian named Metchinoff first looked into Yakult as he discovered Bulgarian peasants who were living longer were eating fermented food."

Oh yeah and the giggle moment: "We can’t make claims, but we've got 72 years of history behind us."

What do you mean, of course I'm convinced, it's yummy sugary loveliness.

Finally we saw someone from the Stop Smoking service, but to be honest I wasn't all that interested in that not being a smoker myself.

There were loads of other stalls, one of which gave us some free - if awful - energy bars.

But after all that excitement we were relieved to head back to campus with our modest collection of stories.

Skins

2008-02-12T06:09:00.000-08:00

I am going to try and blog about something more meaningful soon I promise.

In the meantime...

Skins started again on E4 last night, so I'm back to watching really crappy, in this case teen, drama.

I must confess that I quite enjoyed the last series of Skins even though it was completely implausible and fell into the category of teen drama that was so far from my experiences as a teenager as to be doubly ludicrous.

I missed the first couple of minutes as I was coming back from somewhere, so I missed the initial revelation that Tony was still alive.

My brother will be disappointed after he and his friends dressed all in black with a banner reading "Tony is Dead" aimed at the near by flat as a spoiler, not so clever now hey..?

All was going ok until about half way in when Michelle and Sid decide to have a conversation about Tony and the aftermath of his accident.

The acting was bloody awful.

In fact I think they should both probably win bad acting awards, I couldn't really choose between them.

So when it finished I was even more in a need of a shower than an hour and a half of Yoga had warranted.

Sweeney Todd

2008-02-07T10:15:00.000-08:00

Sweeney Todd was the first gothic musical I've ever seen.

As with most Tim Burton this is a beautifully shot piece of gothic cinema.

I must confess that in the early stages I found myself quite impatient for the film to end, but I think that was more to do with my restless mood than the film itself.

I was a little sceptical of Johnny Depp's singing ability as his first song was little more than tuneful speech, but he warmed up and by the end I was quite impressed with his vocal performance.

The songs flowed easily with the action and didn't feel forced at all.

It was far darker than your average musical and so proved to be something quite unique.

I was a bit disappointed with the fake blood, it was too bright to look real, but given the amount that was being thrown around it was probably for the best as the sight of something more convincing may have made it all just a bit too much.

This is a musical for people who don't like musicals to my eyes I don't see how anyone could fail to enjoy it.

The fabulous life of Lily Cole

2008-01-30T12:53:00.000-08:00

You know you tell yourself that you can't have it all, well for some people maybe that's not true.

I'd never heard of Lily Cole up until a couple of weeks ago.

That's hardly surprising as she's a model and what I know about fashion could easily fit on the back of a post-it note.

So how did I get to hear of her?

Well I sometimes see the articles on msn after logging out from my e-mails and there it was a list of the richest people under thirty.

Lily Cole isn't even 20 yet and has signed a deal that sees her as the new face of M&S.

She was the youngest model to appear on the cover of Vogue when she was 16.

But I started off talking about having it all, well not only does Cole have a multi-million pound modelling career, she’s off to Cambridge University in October.

She's even in St. Trinian.

Jealous, maybe just a little bit.

Another reason to love Alan Bennett

2008-01-25T06:21:00.000-08:00

Alan Bennett proved he was a man after my own heart when he said on an interview for Radio 4's Today Programme that he thought Public schools should be abolished.

I've thought this from the moment that I found out that fee paying schools existed.

Bennett referred to the self confidence that seems to be in bred into public school students, which I too encountered for the first time when I went to University.

Essentially you are setting up parallel realities for people, dividing society from the very earliest point.

I was introduced to Alan Bennett as a teenager doing my Drama GCSE.

My Drama teacher played us an excerpt of his Talking Heads series.

Even from that short clip I thought they were lovely: tender, moving and realistic.

I saw some more on TV quite a few years later and I keep meaning to dig out the full set.

Then my mum encouraged me to go and see the stage play of The History Boys, unfortunately it was all sold out, but some time later they brought out a film version which I did get round to seeing.

I enjoyed The History Boys, but still prefer Talking Heads.

Alan Bennett writes about every day people so it is perhaps not surprising that he is championing the aspirations of every day people as well.

Exciting Valentine's drinks

2008-01-23T07:37:00.000-08:00

I've been doing The Insider for The Independent Money section yesterday and today.

It's basically writing short blurbs on products that readers should be spending their money on.

Among the array of, mainly Valentines themed, products there is a selection of quirky wine and spirit bottles from Vom Fass.

They are shaped like boots, hearts and male and female bodies and I love them.

I'm not a big one for Valentine's day I prefer to send Valentine's messages to my friends rather than one special man.

However, with such exciting gifts on offer I might just re-assess my position.

Plus Vom Fass don't just fill up the bottle with whichever alcoholic beverage you like, you can also choose oils and vinegars too.

And they refill the bottles with whatever else you want when you finished the first lot of contents, how ecologically sound is that?

Sadly I don't get samples to convince me to write nice things about them, so if anyone out there loves me that's what I'd like for Valentine's Day - preferably the chocolate liquor variety.

The full article will be coming out on Saturday.

State of Play goes State side

2008-01-22T02:36:00.000-08:00

I was quite dismayed to read that Paul Abbott's State of Play is to be turned into a Hollywood film.

Don't get me wrong it's a brilliant series, I'm just not sure that complex six part drama will be done justice by a, at best, three hour film.

Plus Russell Crowe and Ben Affleck are currently set to star, I'm even less convinced.

This is intelligent political drama I'm really not sure that Affleck is up to it.

Why not just show the American's the State of Play series?

If you're an American and you're reading this invest in the State of Play BBC DVD and then if you must watch the film at least make sure that you watch the BBC version first.

And while you're at it check out the British Channel Four version of Queer as Folk.

How to find an Exorcist

2008-01-21T02:17:00.000-08:00

I've been doing work experience at The Independent since last Monday.

My first morning was very quiet and I was beginning to wonder whether I'd be given ANYTHING to do when Alice, the woman co-ordinating my work came over.

She said Johann Hari was on the line and wanted to know whether I could help him with some research for an article.

I was more than eager to do anything so she put him through to me.

Johann explained that he wanted to do a comment piece on Exorcism and would I track down an Exorcist for him to interview.

So began my mission.

I first rang up some specialist Catholic papers to see if they had any contacts of the Exorcist variety.

The first guy I spoke to was very helpful and gave me three numbers to try, but he warned me that they were about three years old.

Indeed they proved useless, some didn't even ring through.

So I rang another Catholic paper and was told that it was best if I rang each diocese individaully and asked them if they had an Exorcist.

So I started searching dioceses, in my quest I found a site with a map of Britain with links to each Catholic diocese on these shores.

The first diocese I tried said they would get back to me.

The second had a very lovely old woman who told me that yes they did have an Exorcist called Father Anthony Hayne and she kindly supplied me with his phone number telling me that if I didn't have any luck there was another retired Exorcist in the area that she could get in touch with for me.

I tried ringing Father Anthony Hayne and was greeted to his answer phone with a mobile number, the mobile number again gave me an answer phone message.

Undeterred I continued ringing round dioceses, mainly being told that they woukd get back to me after they had looked into it.

One guy that I rang in Wales rather angrily told me that the identity of Exorcists wasn't public and was only known by the Bishop.

I carried on and reached a guy in Glasgow who told me that they didn't have an Exorcist as such, but a priest who was considered most experienced was appointed if there were a need.

He said there hadn't been that need in Glasgow for twenty years.

During this endless stream of phone calls I also fired off some e-mails to Catholic friends in the vain hope that they could help.

One friend got back to me with details of a book on Exorcism, "The Dark Sacrament", by an Irish priest called David Kiely and in the course of my phone calls I uncovered another book and interview by Father Gabriele Amorth - The Church's Leading Exorcist.

So I'd rung every Catholic diocese in the country, e-mailed every Catholic friend I had and found out a bit about Exorcist literature.

It was now pretty much the end of the day, so I e-mailed Father Anthony Hayne's phone numbers to Johann along with all the other tit bits that I'd uncovered.

On Wednesday his comment piece came out.

I was delighted, he's managed to get through to Father Anthony Hayne all my effort hadn't been in vain.

Here's his final article: The devilish church practice of exorcism

The Devil's day

2008-01-20T14:53:00.000-08:00

I've hit 666 blog readers since I started this blog.

I got 6 6 6 for my SATs results too.

Good job I don't really believe in that stuff.

She wouldn't say boo to a goose.

2008-01-20T14:26:00.000-08:00

Our Home Secretary, Jacqui Smith, has come out as saying in today's Sunday Times that she wouldn't walk alone round London at night.

When I heard them reviewing this article on the radio this morning I couldn't help thinking, what a wuss.

However I thought she is a high profile public figure she is more of a target.

When I met my friend a couple of hours later he had a copy of the Times so I had a chance to read the full article.

And it transpired that Ms. Smith wasn't just talking about how she currently felt walking the streets of London, but how she has always felt.

She wasn't just talking about dodgy areas like Hackney (no offence to anyone who lives there), but even affluent ones like Chelsea.

She even had the cheek, or rather ignorance to go onto say of walking round Hackney late at night: "Well, I just don't think that's a thing that people do, is it, really?" The Sunday Times.

What?!?

Has she never heard of night buses?

Who does she think is riding on them, you need to walk to a bus stop you know!

Ok I wouldn't deliberately go for a late night walk round Hackney, but I've certainly walked round the area late at night.

There's another reason that I'm irritated by Jacqui Smith's comments: I kind of feel she's letting the side down.

I couldn't help noticing that the Times had slipped into their article: "Smith, the first woman home secretary," I can't help thinking that they wouldn't have added that detail were it not for the detail of the article - though to be honest I can't be sure as I don't read the Times regularly.

Then to make things worse, she back tracked when her aide rang back the Times to say she: "bought a kebab in Peckham" at night.

Maybe I'm just blissfully unaware of the threat to my own safety when I'm out at night, but I usually feel reasonably safe - I certainly wouldn't bat an eyelid at wandering all over Chelsea late at night.

Jacqui you really need to get out more.

Public transport etiquette

2008-01-19T05:55:00.000-08:00

Time for an appeal/moan.

I got on the bus the other night and got stuck at the door, well to make it more clear there were a line of people filling up the lower deck of the bus.

I couldn't get past and plenty of people were left waiting at the bus stop so I suppose I was lucky.

Why my interest in getting past the throng of people at the bottom deck of the bus?

Well I wanted to get to the stairwell.

Why?

Because it is my experience that people will fill up the bottom deck of buses without going upstairs for a seat.

Finally some people left the bus on the bottom deck and I clearly saw two people coming down from the top deck so I determindly squeezed past the remaining people to make my way upstairs.

When I got upstairs I found not two but at least ten vacant seats, as I had expected.

Here is the thing the people downstairs were perfectly able bodied, I'm not saying that the disabled, infirm and pregnant should be expected to walk upstairs to look for a seat, they could have easily gone upstairs for a seat or if they were determined to stay downstairs gone up the stairwell temporarily to let me pass and find a seat.

It's very infuriating.

Not only are people denied the chance to sit down when there are seats available, but even worse believing the bus to be full the bus driver will stop other people getting on leaving them in the cold to wait for another bus.

So if you find yourself on the bottom deck of a crowded bus at least go and look upstairs for seats, if you can.

Ok, moan/appeal over, sorry to be so dull.

Victoria line to be limited again.

2008-01-17T02:33:00.000-08:00

I was shocked while listening to Capital 95.8 last night to hear that they will be restricting the Victoria line service again from the 4th of February.

I use the Victoria line from Brixton tube pretty much every day and was greatly inconvenienced by the last lot of restrictions which ran from July to November last year.

These restrictions will also be lasting till November, though it at least looks like it won't be closed at weekends this time round.

Information on why they are closing the line, again, is in the Capital Radio link above.

So much for any drinks after Uni I've got to make sure I make my connecting train.

There is always the Northern line, but it's horrible at the best of times and is going to be pretty awful with all the extra passengers it's going to be getting.

Curse you London Transport.

Another quick note, I was hoping to be the first one to say this but they pointed it out on Radio Four last night, what have all these details coming out at the Diana inquest actually got to do with the circuymstances of her death?

It is an inquest right?

It's meant to be about how she died not satisfying the public curiosity about the intricate details of her private life.

the mind boggles.

State of Play

2008-01-16T03:55:00.000-08:00

There's nothing that's inspired me in the news today so I'm just going to mouth off about some TV I like.

This Christmas I got an assortment of lovely gifts, one of these lovely gifts was my friend Kelly.

It was a drama called State of Play(careful this link tells you a lot of the plot if you go too far down), which I'd vaguely heard of but not seen before.

So last night I finally got round to opening the DVD up and popping it in my laptop.

I only watched the first episode, because I was exhausted and almost didn't watch it at all, and I was hooked.

There's intrigue from the start and it just gets better.

Plus there's loads of Journalists in it uncovering things and as a Journalism student I heartily approve of that.

Can't wait to watch the next episode, but I wonder if I should pace myself not wizz through it like I did with all four seasons of The Wire (also genius).

I realise some of you reading this may already have seen it when it was on telly, but for anyone who missed it like me run out and buy the DVD now.

Smoking stars give me a break!

2008-01-15T02:20:00.000-08:00

Germany's smokers are suggesting that discrimination against smokers is like Nazi anti-Semitism during the Third Reich.

Germany's new smoking ban has prompted the production of T-shirts displaying the Star of David.

More than a thousand of the "smokers' T-shirts" have been sold according to The Independent.

The makers claim that the shirts are "the most aggressive smokers' resistance shirt available" The Independent.

What do they think they're doing?

They're making a mockery of a period of serious Jewish suffering.

No one is going to take you to the gas chamber for lighting up a cigarette.

Plus by encouraging you, banning you even, from lighting up the Government is extending your life.

I find it hard to believe that anyone would think up anything so tasteless.

Shopping is hard work I'll have you know!

2008-01-13T10:34:00.000-08:00

Reporting week, a week of sadistic assessment for Westminster journalists, is over and I've been having fun.

First stop, the pub.

Second stop, a posh meal which thanks to me conveniently losing my travel and uni card and ranting I didn't pay for.

Third stop, SHOPPING.

I said to my for these purposes darling mother, hello mum, that I'd like some new clothes.

So she gave me a choice, she braves the shops and gives me stuff for Christmas or she presents me with a crisp cheque and I run around in the sales like a kid in a candy store.

I chose the cheque but what with revising, shorthand and general inertia I didn't reach the shops till Friday - after reporting week.

I met Nargis early Friday morning in Topshop, I didn't leave her company until about 7 or 8.

It was the longest shopping trip I've been on in countless years, I'm normally a very impatient shopper.

I imagined at the start of the day that I would be ambling up and down Oxford Street cursing the fashion industry for not churning out anything that I liked.

After introducing Nargis to Kal Kaur Rai at Topshop (one of my favourite clothing labels) and getting her a nice fitted top from said range we settled down for a coffee and Nargis suggested we go to a place she knew that sold lots of oriental goods.

With my current obsession with Sushi I was delighted by the idea.

So we set off.

Little did I know when she suggested it but the place in question was in Colindale, for those of you that don't know that's the nether reaches of the Northern line.

So I did end up running around like a child in a candy store, well supermarket with candy in it.

I bought lots of Japanese sweets as well as enjoying some Sushi and Sashimi in the food court.

Then after lots of oh look at this isn't it pretty, cute, pointless, we headed back for Covent Garden.

Nargis proved herself a brilliant shopping partner yet again by pointing out a shop to me that I'd never noticed before called Chilli Pepper.

Their clothes are beautiful and they give you really nice material bags for your goods, and we would know as we each walked away with an item of clothing each.

Then finally before I took Nargis to Patisserie Valerie in Soho we made a stop at two comic shops in the area.

And I finally bought the next installment of the graphic novel Painkiller Jane, I've been after it for ages.

Nargis is my new favourite shopping partner.

Sex Pistols Panto...

2008-01-09T06:06:00.001-08:00

I read the other day that there is talk of turning a Sex Pistols documentary into a Pantomime.

The Independent reckons this is another nail in the coffin of their credibility.

I disagree.

The Sex Pistols probably did have credibility, but they also had a fair dose of irreverence.

Ultimately though I feel they were a playful band.

I get the impression that Johnny Rotten doesn't take himself too seriously, he might enjoy Panto.

And so might his fans...

What the Sex Pistols probably wouldn't be impressed with me for mentioning is the discrimination case that has just been lost by Nadia Eweida.

Nadia Eweida has been fighting British Airways for discriminating against her for not letting her wear religious jewellery.

I have to say the woman has a point.

You can't let Muslims wear headscarves and Sikhs bangles if you're not going to let a Christian wear a cross.

A cross is surely no more an impediment to the job than a head scarf or bangle.

One rule for all or not at all!

Lenny Henry's back on top

2008-01-08T04:39:00.000-08:00

I went to see the first two Radio 4 recordings of Rudy's Rare Records last night.

It starred Lenny Henry as Adam, Rudy's (the owner of Rudy's Rare Records music shop) son.

I was brought up on Lenny Henry, I love Lenny Henry, but in the last couple of years his performances have got a bit predictable.

I enjoyed Rudy's Rare Records immensely.

It wasn't ground breaking, it wasn't the Holy Grail of comedy, but it was funny.

I laughed, a lot.

It was well observed and quite, dare I say it, sweet.

To my mind Rudy was the best thing in it, but there were sterling performances by all.

I've never been to a radio recording before so it was a new experience for me.

We were herded into a small room with a small bar and some chairs where we waited to be called through to get our seats.

The seats aren't alloted so its first come first served and we were lucky enough to get seats right at the front.

Although I must admit, I was a little nervous that we might get picked on, as is the case with Comedian shows.

Indeed the front row came in for a bit of comment.

Lenny refused to believe that most of us were from Brixton.

Just because we is white doesn't mean we ain't ghetto...

er...

Ok, so I'm not funny.

The performance itself was very different to seeing a play.

The actors have the script in front of them and aren't dressed up so you have to suspend your disbelief a bit, even more than on the radio because you're not working from a blank canvas.

It did mean however that I got to see Adam's son's boxers as the actor in question had trousers hanging lower than even my youngest brother's.

It's brilliant that you can go and see shows for free.

I was delighted to find out that we weren't just going to see one, but two episodes, after the end of the first.

The show is due to air in February and I for one will be tuning in to hear it.

Is it convenience?

2008-01-03T02:27:00.000-08:00

Technology is there to make life easier, but you have to worry when it gets this easy.

Over the Christmas season when we'd run out of Turkey I nipped to the shops and picked up a stick of garlic bread, quite innocently.

When it came time to put it in the oven my Dad collapsed into a fit of giggles, my aunty Jen smirked and I wondered what the hell was going on.

It transpired that on the back of the garlic bread packet there was a panel which you put alongside a clever oven and it would sort out the cooking for you!

Not enough to just have cooking instructions, just in case you can't read you can get technological wizadry to sort out your cooking for you.

Then the next day I was watching the TV and an advert came on that claimed that 1 in 4 women read their pregnancy test incorrectly.

How hard can it be!

So now there is a new, and probably more expensive, pregnancy test that pops up with a digital message saying Pregnant.

Ok, I need help doing things with my computer sometimes, but I can manage cooking instructions and deciphering the meaning of a blue line.

If you use these...

Never mind, I can't be bothered.

New Year is weird...

2008-01-01T06:02:00.000-08:00

I spent my new year in a club in Brixton called: How Does It Feel To Be Loved.

It was a fun night I got my dance on and did lots of twirls with Kelly and Liz.

I didn't get a snog, which is not that surprising but mildly irksome - I hope that isn't a suggestion of things to come in 2008.

Yah I can say that now, we're in 2008, great!

Eughk.

Yes I'm hungover, drank a fair few Sambucas last night amongst other things.

So what can I expect of 2008: well, no more mice (not before they started eating my knickers though), a flowerless Peace Lilly - it's got lots of luscious leaves though, as for the rest..?

New Years bongs were a bit weird when played through a club sound system, I want Big Ben, I want fireworks.

New Years always feels a little anti-climatic anyway, so...

Please excuse me while I crawl off into a corner and rock.

Hurrah!

2007-12-27T16:41:00.000-08:00

Paris Hilton's Grandfather is to give 97% of his $2.3-billion net worth to the charity foundation started by his father.

Paris is going to have a rather smaller inheritance, maybe she'll even have to get a job - and more than for about ten seconds in The Simple Life.

Although apparently she has "built her own moneymaking empire with a popular TV reality show, movie cameos and a hit single, plus appearances shilling perfume, burgers, books and canned champagne." Los Angeles Times...

There is no word on what Miss Hilton thinks of this generous act by her grandfather.

I think she should follow his lead and start doing more for charity and more than just going to a charity ball, I'd really like to see her get her hands dirty.

But maybe that's the morality films talking again...

Something pongs...

2007-12-25T13:57:00.000-08:00

I am going to scream if I see another celebrity perfume!

Though it's Christmas now so I might be safe.

Why does anyone think that I want to smell like Sarah Jessica Parker, Kate Moss or even Kylie - and I used to kind of like Kylie Minogue...

And Nicole, I think you're great but I see that damn Chanel ad one more time..!

Why would I buy a celebrity perfume?

What do celebrities knonw about perfume?

Apart from how to put it on...

I put on perfume that doesn't mean I can design a sodding fragrance!

Ok, I'm obviously more pissed off about this than I realised.

I don't even use much perfume I keep my bottles for years, ok maybe that was giving away too much.

Thankfully no one bought me any, the only smelly thing I have is a Lush box.

And no I don't buy B's perfumes, though I have been tempted by Lady Boy - and that's not advertised.

Funny that.

Christmas viewing

2007-12-21T09:15:00.000-08:00

There is something about Christmas that makes me suspend my gag reflex.

I've been watching endless amounts of Christmas movies (ok one of them was Die Hard) and I'll probably be watching more.

Now while I can stifle the sickness invoked by the very forced heart warmingness I find the moralising a bit much.

Perhaps it's because I'm feeling a bit vulnerable at Christmas.

All the Oxfam ads and charity appeals is making me question my own lack of scroogeness.

Apart from Christmas cards I haven't bought any ethical or charity gifts, despite doing an article on them.

One of my friends is buying nothing but charity gifts this year, but I will gladly bow out and say she is a better person than me.

But does that leave me being good enough I wonder...

Well if I get a visit from my dead gran and three spirits I guess I'll know for sure.

Time to bolt your food.

2007-12-11T02:08:00.000-08:00

It has been revealed in the paper today that McDonalds will be setting a time limit on its drive-in customers.

They have already slapped a fine on a man that took one hour in their car park finishing off his coffee and donut.

I could maybe understand if people were staying in the car park for three or four hours.

But one hour, that's a standard lunch break.

I've never liked McDonalds, except for when I was a kid and I couldn't understand why my mum wouldn't let me go there, but this puts the nail in the coffin.

I eat slowly and I doubt that I'm the only one.

A £125 premium on eating slowly is ridiculous.

Although perhaps it tastes better if you eat it fast.