Ahhhh, coming down….
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Happy New Year
I paid a visit to the transport museum in Covent Garden yesterday and this is what I saw:
The Metropolitan Line hasn’t changed much….New Years resolutions:
- drink more
- eat more
- smoke more
- do not go to the gym
- gain weight
- pick my nose whilst travelling on the tube
- fart in crowded lifts
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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.
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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.
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Otherwise fine
Another great day in London. Getting just a tad chilly for these south pacific bones though.
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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 “Iâ€, 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.