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They arrested Dr Who!

A time traveller made $350 million on the stock market. It sort of reassured me to know that in 200 years there will be no drastic change in human nature. He claimed that he was going to make some money without attracting attention to himself and then got carried away. Yes, I nearly did the same thing when I went back to ’87….

I saw that this car down the road that had done a poo on the street. I guess it’s arsehole is at the front….

ha ha!

Maida Vale, London, Tuesday, April 15th, 2003

anti-war March, #23

oh jeez, I dunno – ‘make tea, nor war’….

Where the hell did last night go? We had a wee gathering here. I remember chatting to some friends at about 9pm. Next time I looked at my watch it was 5:30am. Now I can remember only sporadic episodes of my dignified, witty and charming repartee.

MongoLand, somewhere in London, Sunday, March 23rd, 2003

The Light at 26

light

Ahhhh, coming down….

Maida Vale, London, Thursday, January 2nd, 2003

Xmas in Piccadilly Circus

This was taken on Friday the 20th in the circus. It was cold and wet but I was fortified by a pint of London’s finest.

Maida Vale, London, Tuesday, December 24th, 2002

Only in Little Venice….

Spotted on the canal last week.

I’m currently working on the next skin for this site. It will consist of slimmer style sheets (the current ones are a little too bloated) and some new colours that will make reading the entries a little easier on the eyes! And some new colours that will probably make it harder to read. Hope to have it up by Feb.

My favourite TV program at the moment? Sorious Samura’s “21st Century War” takes a look at the real victims of contemporary war. His calm, rational and yet humane narrative is both informative and moving. This man should be on our screens a hell of a lot more. Unfortunately, Channel 4 have chosen a saturday night slot for the show (I can’t imagine a much worse time). And they don’t have a page for the show on their web site. But, I have to congratulate them for the program – it’s really brilliant.

Maida Vale, London, Monday, December 23rd, 2002

Otherwise fine

Another great day in London. Getting just a tad chilly for these south pacific bones though.

Maida Vale, London, Thursday, December 19th, 2002

Withnail and I

I saw “Withnail and I” yesterday. Funny as fuck. Unexpectedly camp as well. A strange thing about the film is how it feels like a kind of trip. It passes through phases. At first I didn’t see the homosexual nightmare Uncle coming. It seems as though he is a harmless and rather charming old man, but I found that I was drawn into the paranoia of the character “I” and whatever the hell he was on at that stage. I was unsure if it was paranoia that made it appear as though Uncle Monty was on the pull or if he actually was. Or was I just being naive. When it finally becomes clear that the Uncle has other intentions, the playoff between the characters seems to enter a new phase of insanity.

The crazy thing about “Withnail and I” was that it manages to capture the surreal nature and conscious experience of being out of it. Someone wrote of Seamus Heany that his writing is like consciousness itself. The blend of paranoia and lateral thinking/conversation almost convinced me that my consciousness had also been altered. I guess the viewer is the “I”, hence the title of the film.

I’ve often wondered how it would be possible to express to an audience in a fictitious work (or even a documentary) an atmosphere of being under the influence of something. Is it enough to record a series of stoned episodes and then cobble them together into a drama? How does the author allow their thinking to mimic being in that state while actually being sober so they can record it? And create situations with it? Am I too repressed or self conscious to do it? Or is it because I have never tried? Probably a mix of them both.

I was also surprised to learn that Richard E Grant is apparently a teetotaler.

Maida Vale, London, Saturday, December 14th, 2002

Tube Strike

As tube workers strike London is thrown into chaos. It took young Natasha 25 minutes to get down Edgeware Road on a bus this morning – it would usually take 5. I don’t know where everyone is going to park when they finally get their cars into the city….

St Johns Wood, London, Wednesday, October 2nd, 2002

18 quid for a cab??

far out – it has been a while since I have updated the site. I have been working on the new site and updating that – so a lot of blogs will appear when I replicate the new site with this one. Toying with the idea of putting a ‘send a friend a postcard’ type thing on the site too. The interface is loking a lot smarter as well, but it is very blue. Oh yeah, had to pay 18 quid for a black cab from Hammersmith to St Johns Wood last night. That is well minging.

Edgeware Road, London, Friday, September 27th, 2002

London, Sept 11

As I walked to the tube this morning I noticed a policeman on Edgeware Road, something I can’t remember having seen before at that time of morning. On the way to the net cafe I saw three more a little further down the street. People at the bank took more interest than usual in the sirens of emergency vehicles going past. I guess people are a little edgy. Someone had written in the Independent this morning that September is a time that many a massacre is remembered around the world, and yet we tend not to hear very much about most of them.

Edgeware Road, London, Wednesday, September 11th, 2002

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