News: London crackheads
A new interesting stat has cropped up suggesting that 46,000 Londoners are using crack. Sometimes it feels like you know them all when you wander through certain parts of Bloomsbury, or use certain railway stations in South London. It hasn't been out of the ordinary for some crack users to light up on public transport... Such is the life of a London crack user.
In the last few months I have noticed the dealers in Soho are getting more and more bold with just openly asking you if you are after various vitamins. It is mainly "coke" or "charlie" one is offered (being white and looking middle class I guess). When I am with Ad he has this annoying habit of talking back to the dealers by saying "No my name's not Charlie". Oh bah hah...
And in today's breaking news Kate Moss, who the Daily Mirror caught snorting cocaine (surely that couldn't have been hard), has been dropped by H&M as the face for a new fashion lineup. The economic implications of being caught snorting must have became apparent this week when she ended her relationship with Britain's living turd and part-time Babyshambles singer Pete Doherty. Looks like it will be all downhill for Kate now... Here's hoping anyway. It is such a smashing tabloid read!
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Life observations: Turning Thirty Tomorrow...
And now...… A little diversion:
I'm thirty years old tomorrow
And I haven't worked since late August.
What a bum!
Just thinking about tomorrow
Turning thirty while pals are pushing forty
I feel young!
So I'm on holiday
And its grey
And chilly
But I just head to the gym
And grin
And Say
I'm thirty years old tomorrow
So I gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I'm thirty tomorrow
And that means not much
Nowadays
I'm thirty years old tomorrow
And I haven't worked since late August.
What a bum!
Just thinking about tomorrow
Turning thirty while pals are pushing forty
I feel young!
So I'm on holiday
And its grey
And chilly
But I just head to the gym
And grin
And Say
I'm thirty years old tomorrow
So I gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I'm thirty tomorrow
And that means not much
Nowadays
A rats life
This morning I awoke to see in the kitchen the remains of a small grey furry mouse. It had its head caught in the trap and had fortunately kept it together rather than snap it in half and have its innards oozing out. It definitely did put one off coffee and bagels this morning as I got the dustpan out and shoved it into the garbage bag.
It isn't a good sign when your building supervisor exclaims "oh you too" when told that there are either mice or rats in your flat. I suspect it is both and that when the lights go down it is a little rodent free-for-all in this place.
It isn't a good sign when your building supervisor exclaims "oh you too" when told that there are either mice or rats in your flat. I suspect it is both and that when the lights go down it is a little rodent free-for-all in this place.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Scenes from Buckingham Palace Saturday 16:03. Just who are these two gentlemen in white? Rumour has it that they went to Buckingham Palace in their white wardrobe to see the special exhibition of Queen Elizabeth's (later the Queen Mother's) White Wardrobe. While their clothing isn't exactly Norman Hartnell it is amazing how the one of the right is wearing a black sash just like the Queen did on her tour to France in 1938 (although the fact that it is a black Kipling bag is beside the point)...
The summer opening of Buckingham Palace (which runs through to 27 September) was a chance to see the State Rooms of the palace as well. There is a sense of the dramatic in the design of some of these rooms along with a great sense of history. The state rooms are a mixed bag of grand stately design and over the top dramatics but it all seems to work rather well. Besides it is a fabulous location with a rather grand backyard (where the above photograph was taken). One also got to see some of the secret passageways that connect the state rooms to the private residences.
The actual White Wardrobe exhibit was a bit of a disappointment with only a handful of dresses on display and a few of the gifts. It would have been much more interesting to have a more substantial collection of the dresses to reflect the style of what she wore, and how this became her signature look etc etc but it wasn't to be. Instead it was just a few moth-eaten silks and sequins from the 1938 visit. Oh well, museum curators the organisers are not... The rest of the tour was interesting enough anyway.
As one leaves the section of the grounds you are permitted to walk in you have the chance to purchase royal ice creams and buy trinkets in the royal shop (a copy of a copy of a copy of royal plate anyone?). Along the walk A kept pointing out to anybody who looked in our general direction we were wearing our white wardrobe... So much for the subtle joke.
Oh and one was not the illegal immigrant arrested on the grounds on Saturday either. We paid to get in...
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Achievements
Things that I have done this week while on holiday:
1. Read. Including newspapers. The Guardian has a fantastic new format and has finally ditched that san-serif font that I loathed... Not that I want to get the reputation for being a "Guardian Reader". Over the past two years I have carefully cultivated an impression that I read the Times... And I do... And this has got me out of a few sticky situations (believe it or not) but I may have to change now that The Guardian has gone berliner... It will mean having to put up with all that anti-war editorial but oh well...
2. On Monday I met with A near Embankment Tube. I was a little late so was looking around for him and then suddenly out of nowhere I see him jump in front of me and shout "BOO!" While I was initially startled I took it to be a personal triumph that I managed to get a man who was wearing a pinstripe suit (and looking all very senior executivish) to do something totally silly.
That's it for now, but the week isn't over yet...
Things that I have done this week while on holiday:
1. Read. Including newspapers. The Guardian has a fantastic new format and has finally ditched that san-serif font that I loathed... Not that I want to get the reputation for being a "Guardian Reader". Over the past two years I have carefully cultivated an impression that I read the Times... And I do... And this has got me out of a few sticky situations (believe it or not) but I may have to change now that The Guardian has gone berliner... It will mean having to put up with all that anti-war editorial but oh well...
2. On Monday I met with A near Embankment Tube. I was a little late so was looking around for him and then suddenly out of nowhere I see him jump in front of me and shout "BOO!" While I was initially startled I took it to be a personal triumph that I managed to get a man who was wearing a pinstripe suit (and looking all very senior executivish) to do something totally silly.
That's it for now, but the week isn't over yet...
Theatre: Romance
Caught David Mamet's latest play Romance last night which was an unusual experience. It took a while to dawn on me that this is a farce and a bit of an odd one at that where the dialogue actually doesn't help with the comprehension of what the story is about. By the second scene however it began to make sense to me that it doesn't make sense. So if you could sit back and enjoy the ride then you would have the time of your life as middle east politics, burnt stew, gays and goys take over... Most of the time saying fuck this and fuck that in that very tasteful way that only David Mamet can put it.
By the time the interval came around and we were doing post first act analysis, A commented that he wasn't so sure about it. A friend of his quipped that he didn't understand it at all but was absolutely transfixed by the lunch actor Nigel Lindsay was carrying in his trousers. I think it was the cut that made the trousers hang in this particular way but whatever the reason Linsay seemed to have won many new admirers... The sparring his character has with his attorney in the second scene I thought stood up on its own merits without adding his lunch in my opinion anyway...
But by the end of the play however I suspect that many more people were won over by all the nonsense. There were lots of smart one-liners and it all made for a very silly evening out. Notwithstanding the distraction of Lindsay's lunch, it was a teriffic ensemble cast as well. John Mahoney was particularly memorable as a judge who gets carried away, takes too many pills and forgets what the hell he is doing in the courtroom. He has such great comic timing and catching him afterwards he commented on how much fun he has playing the role. It may not have been written for him, but he did seem well suited to the role.
After the show talking to a few other people there was a smug sense of satisfaction that the derogatory comments referred to in the play are not the usual talk engaged by Londoners. Well, maybe not in Islington where they are much too sophistimicated for that sort of thing but in other parts of the city anything is fair game. Perhaps a trashy comedy about London stereotypes is long overdue.
Incidentally it was opening night last night and the critics seem to be either trashing it or praising it. Cheap laughs aren't easy to get in the theatre so it was worth going to see this one... Just brush up on your ethnic slurs (or take a New Yawker with you)...
Caught David Mamet's latest play Romance last night which was an unusual experience. It took a while to dawn on me that this is a farce and a bit of an odd one at that where the dialogue actually doesn't help with the comprehension of what the story is about. By the second scene however it began to make sense to me that it doesn't make sense. So if you could sit back and enjoy the ride then you would have the time of your life as middle east politics, burnt stew, gays and goys take over... Most of the time saying fuck this and fuck that in that very tasteful way that only David Mamet can put it.
By the time the interval came around and we were doing post first act analysis, A commented that he wasn't so sure about it. A friend of his quipped that he didn't understand it at all but was absolutely transfixed by the lunch actor Nigel Lindsay was carrying in his trousers. I think it was the cut that made the trousers hang in this particular way but whatever the reason Linsay seemed to have won many new admirers... The sparring his character has with his attorney in the second scene I thought stood up on its own merits without adding his lunch in my opinion anyway...
But by the end of the play however I suspect that many more people were won over by all the nonsense. There were lots of smart one-liners and it all made for a very silly evening out. Notwithstanding the distraction of Lindsay's lunch, it was a teriffic ensemble cast as well. John Mahoney was particularly memorable as a judge who gets carried away, takes too many pills and forgets what the hell he is doing in the courtroom. He has such great comic timing and catching him afterwards he commented on how much fun he has playing the role. It may not have been written for him, but he did seem well suited to the role.
After the show talking to a few other people there was a smug sense of satisfaction that the derogatory comments referred to in the play are not the usual talk engaged by Londoners. Well, maybe not in Islington where they are much too sophistimicated for that sort of thing but in other parts of the city anything is fair game. Perhaps a trashy comedy about London stereotypes is long overdue.
Incidentally it was opening night last night and the critics seem to be either trashing it or praising it. Cheap laughs aren't easy to get in the theatre so it was worth going to see this one... Just brush up on your ethnic slurs (or take a New Yawker with you)...
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
News: Ashes and gunshots
Trafalgar Square was a popular spot to be for the ashes fans... St George flags were all over central London yesterday as everyone (who was English) decided to go crazy after winning the Ashes for the first time in 18 years... Fortunately all the Australians interviewed on TV were very complimentary saying the "better side won" and all those niceties.
Meanwhile over at Harvey Nicks at Knightsbridge a man shot and killed a shop assistant in the beauty department before turning the gun on himself. Probably not the best place to go for a facial at the moment...
Trafalgar Square was a popular spot to be for the ashes fans... St George flags were all over central London yesterday as everyone (who was English) decided to go crazy after winning the Ashes for the first time in 18 years... Fortunately all the Australians interviewed on TV were very complimentary saying the "better side won" and all those niceties.
Meanwhile over at Harvey Nicks at Knightsbridge a man shot and killed a shop assistant in the beauty department before turning the gun on himself. Probably not the best place to go for a facial at the moment...
The dinner game
There has been a slight hiatus given that one has been busy with a few other tasks, but on Sunday a successful dinner party was held in Balham. A was cooking curries for his friends and I was an innocent bystander in the goings on.
During the evening however, the subject of chicken curry I cooked in Australia was brought up as a topic for discussion. I had cooked a curry for six and when eight arrived I threw in a head of cauliflower so there was enough for everyone. I had raised this a week or so back with A as I found the whole idea of using cauliflower as "chicken extender" quite amusing. A being an aficionado on what to put and not to put in a curry found the whole idea of cauliflower in a chicken curry to be a ghastly thought and so much discussion ensued about the merits and demerits of cauliflower in a chicken curry. I maintained it rather a practical solution for when eight instead of six guests arrive.
After everyone left and we were doing a bit of clean up, I suggested to A that there were some other potential practical things to think about for future dinners such as
There has been a slight hiatus given that one has been busy with a few other tasks, but on Sunday a successful dinner party was held in Balham. A was cooking curries for his friends and I was an innocent bystander in the goings on.
During the evening however, the subject of chicken curry I cooked in Australia was brought up as a topic for discussion. I had cooked a curry for six and when eight arrived I threw in a head of cauliflower so there was enough for everyone. I had raised this a week or so back with A as I found the whole idea of using cauliflower as "chicken extender" quite amusing. A being an aficionado on what to put and not to put in a curry found the whole idea of cauliflower in a chicken curry to be a ghastly thought and so much discussion ensued about the merits and demerits of cauliflower in a chicken curry. I maintained it rather a practical solution for when eight instead of six guests arrive.
After everyone left and we were doing a bit of clean up, I suggested to A that there were some other potential practical things to think about for future dinners such as
- How to make guests who bring cheap red wine drink it
- How to save time by preparing microwavable desserts and pass them off as your own
- How to carry on conversations with dinner guests who know great detail about the saunas in Rome.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Movie: Pride and Prejudice
On Friday night I caught a preview at the National Film Theatre of Pride and Prejudice - the new version with Keira Knightly. Keira is on all the posters for this flick, but the real thing that everyone in the cinema was talking about was whether Matthew MacFadyen would be any good as Mr Darcy and especially if he could match up to Colin Firth.
I had an open mind about this as I had only just recently seen MacFadyen in Henry IV (Part 2) at the National. He played the role of Prince Hal in this production and while he was very good, in Part 2 this role doesn't give him much to do except for walking around becoming more and more regal. I had it on good authority from A that he was much more interesting role in Part 1, but still I could see that he had the necessary sour-puss face required for Mr Darcy.
The National Film Theatre had just renovated the main cinema to improve the sound and acoustics. As the cinema is located underneath Waterloo Bridge one once could hear the rumble of busses from time to time. But as the film started I wondered whether the sound improvements just increase the volume of the film as from the opening credits we were blasted with Dolby Surround of Jean Yves Thibaudet on the piano. It was like Apocalypse Now meets Jane Austen.
Anyway it didn't take long for the story to unfold. At two hours there wasn't a moment to spare and so the film seemed to run at breakneck speed. But one thing that seemed to be a little odd about the film is that despite the gorgeous cinematography, only Keira was allowed to be bathed in perfect light and have makeup. It was a little jarring to see Keira and Rosamund Pike (playing her sister Jane Bennett) in the same room and have a headshot of Keira looking beautiful and gorgeous in perfect light and makeup and then to cut to Rosamund looking like she just got out of bed and lit by a fluro tube. Jane is meant to be a little mousy but I didn't think that meant she should look like a rodent. The other actors didn't fare much better. In key scenes with MacFadyen every skin blemish and open pore was clearly visible on his face but Keira looked beautiful and had a warm-lit glow on her (even if the scene involved heavy rainfall). I said to the others that it was impossible to compare MacFadyen with Colin Firth simply because he had the disadvantage that he didn't have Keira's makeup artist or lighting.
All told however I did like the movie. The comedy was played up in this film and you almost felt like hissing when Judy Dench came on screen as Lady Catherine De Bourgh or snarling at the near cameo role of Rupert Friend as the dastardly Mr Wickham.
Post Film Analysis
I had seen the film with A and his friends An and Ro. Ro is American and in his spare time had brushed up on the BBC Seriesbefore the film so he had done his research. This research was useful as it meant that we could have a detailed conversation about the film and the mini-series without having to mention New Orleans. The relief effort (or rather, the complete lack of it that has led to possibly thousands of deaths and anarchy) has sort of become the latest thing to ridicule Americans about - so much so that most here are pretending to be Canadian. Anyway after the film we headed to the new Southbank area beneath Festival Hall for a bite to eat - only to find out that they were packed so we crossed Waterloo Bridge into Covent Garden to find less crowded fare.
This walk allowed for much post film analysis. A was much more ambivalent to the film but I suspect that was because nobody could beat Colin Firth is his view. How can one argue with that? Colin has that mature, country look and has perfected the art of looking sullen so it is a hard act to follow. MacFadyen though has youth on his side. If he had better makeup and lighting I would add to this his looks but alas this was not meant to be.
But over a dinner of gourmet burgers there was a general consensus amongst the rest of us that it was good movie and we would give MacFadyen the thumbs up - even if he didn't have the same makeup stylist as Keira. There were other actors in this film who were fabulous - particularly Brenda Blethyn and Donald Sutherland as Mr and Mrs Bennett. They were mercifully far more subtle in their characterisations than in any previous filmed version I had seen. Oh and the countryside did look lovely, whether it was misty wet or sunny. GNER are offering special deals to get to Lincolnshire, Peak District & Derbyshire where it was filmed.
Film Antidote: Le Dernier Métro (The Last Metro)
On Saturday A and I went to see another Catherine Deneuve film at the NFT again. Honestly, if we go there too often we will have to start wearing dark turtlenecks and let our hair go shaggy so we look like the other cinephiles there...
But anyway, The Last Metro was much more serious than Pride and Prejudice, but quite terriffic in that way that only the French can make films. Well worth the return visit...
On Friday night I caught a preview at the National Film Theatre of Pride and Prejudice - the new version with Keira Knightly. Keira is on all the posters for this flick, but the real thing that everyone in the cinema was talking about was whether Matthew MacFadyen would be any good as Mr Darcy and especially if he could match up to Colin Firth.
I had an open mind about this as I had only just recently seen MacFadyen in Henry IV (Part 2) at the National. He played the role of Prince Hal in this production and while he was very good, in Part 2 this role doesn't give him much to do except for walking around becoming more and more regal. I had it on good authority from A that he was much more interesting role in Part 1, but still I could see that he had the necessary sour-puss face required for Mr Darcy.
The National Film Theatre had just renovated the main cinema to improve the sound and acoustics. As the cinema is located underneath Waterloo Bridge one once could hear the rumble of busses from time to time. But as the film started I wondered whether the sound improvements just increase the volume of the film as from the opening credits we were blasted with Dolby Surround of Jean Yves Thibaudet on the piano. It was like Apocalypse Now meets Jane Austen.
Anyway it didn't take long for the story to unfold. At two hours there wasn't a moment to spare and so the film seemed to run at breakneck speed. But one thing that seemed to be a little odd about the film is that despite the gorgeous cinematography, only Keira was allowed to be bathed in perfect light and have makeup. It was a little jarring to see Keira and Rosamund Pike (playing her sister Jane Bennett) in the same room and have a headshot of Keira looking beautiful and gorgeous in perfect light and makeup and then to cut to Rosamund looking like she just got out of bed and lit by a fluro tube. Jane is meant to be a little mousy but I didn't think that meant she should look like a rodent. The other actors didn't fare much better. In key scenes with MacFadyen every skin blemish and open pore was clearly visible on his face but Keira looked beautiful and had a warm-lit glow on her (even if the scene involved heavy rainfall). I said to the others that it was impossible to compare MacFadyen with Colin Firth simply because he had the disadvantage that he didn't have Keira's makeup artist or lighting.
All told however I did like the movie. The comedy was played up in this film and you almost felt like hissing when Judy Dench came on screen as Lady Catherine De Bourgh or snarling at the near cameo role of Rupert Friend as the dastardly Mr Wickham.
Post Film Analysis
I had seen the film with A and his friends An and Ro. Ro is American and in his spare time had brushed up on the BBC Seriesbefore the film so he had done his research. This research was useful as it meant that we could have a detailed conversation about the film and the mini-series without having to mention New Orleans. The relief effort (or rather, the complete lack of it that has led to possibly thousands of deaths and anarchy) has sort of become the latest thing to ridicule Americans about - so much so that most here are pretending to be Canadian. Anyway after the film we headed to the new Southbank area beneath Festival Hall for a bite to eat - only to find out that they were packed so we crossed Waterloo Bridge into Covent Garden to find less crowded fare.
This walk allowed for much post film analysis. A was much more ambivalent to the film but I suspect that was because nobody could beat Colin Firth is his view. How can one argue with that? Colin has that mature, country look and has perfected the art of looking sullen so it is a hard act to follow. MacFadyen though has youth on his side. If he had better makeup and lighting I would add to this his looks but alas this was not meant to be.
But over a dinner of gourmet burgers there was a general consensus amongst the rest of us that it was good movie and we would give MacFadyen the thumbs up - even if he didn't have the same makeup stylist as Keira. There were other actors in this film who were fabulous - particularly Brenda Blethyn and Donald Sutherland as Mr and Mrs Bennett. They were mercifully far more subtle in their characterisations than in any previous filmed version I had seen. Oh and the countryside did look lovely, whether it was misty wet or sunny. GNER are offering special deals to get to Lincolnshire, Peak District & Derbyshire where it was filmed.
Film Antidote: Le Dernier Métro (The Last Metro)
On Saturday A and I went to see another Catherine Deneuve film at the NFT again. Honestly, if we go there too often we will have to start wearing dark turtlenecks and let our hair go shaggy so we look like the other cinephiles there...
But anyway, The Last Metro was much more serious than Pride and Prejudice, but quite terriffic in that way that only the French can make films. Well worth the return visit...
Thursday, September 08, 2005
News: Cricket and Warne
Shocking news on the front page of the Evening Standard that Shane Warne was suspected of shoplifting. Even more shocking was that he was shopping at Cecil Gee, which sells mostly rubbish at name label prices without the snob value of buying an actual label. Then again, it is probably a safer bet than talking dirty on a mobile phone...
The final ashes test has made anybody with the slightest ambivalence towards cricket a little more interested in the game now that it actually seems like England has a chance of winning. As much as people taunt me about this prospect I don't really care if Australia loses as they have held the bloody thing for 16 years. Ok I may be accused of being thoroughly un-Australian for saying it but surely nobody can deny that this Ashes has been more interesting than the last few?
Shocking news on the front page of the Evening Standard that Shane Warne was suspected of shoplifting. Even more shocking was that he was shopping at Cecil Gee, which sells mostly rubbish at name label prices without the snob value of buying an actual label. Then again, it is probably a safer bet than talking dirty on a mobile phone...
The final ashes test has made anybody with the slightest ambivalence towards cricket a little more interested in the game now that it actually seems like England has a chance of winning. As much as people taunt me about this prospect I don't really care if Australia loses as they have held the bloody thing for 16 years. Ok I may be accused of being thoroughly un-Australian for saying it but surely nobody can deny that this Ashes has been more interesting than the last few?
Music: Prom 71
Caught Prom 71 last night with A. We didn't sit together as A was very organised and got his tickets ages ago while I bought my ticket online at 1am Monday morning upon remembering that this concert was coming up this week. This last minute purchase meant that I sat in the circle with a restricted view. This meant that I could not see all of the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra and at times the acoustics made it seem like the orchestra were playing down the street. It was also bloody hot with the heat from the lights and 3000 living and breathing bodies in the hall seemingly rising and hitting you in waves... But I could see the conductor Zubin Mehta and the soloist Katarina Dalayman. As it was an event concert that was being televised it was exciting to just be there anyway...
It was a bitty programme really however with the lovely Haydn Symphony No 103 opening the programme, followed by Three Fragments from Berg's opera "Wozzeck" which didn't really sound great if you weren't familiar with the opera. Dalayman sounded lovely however up in the cheap seats even if it wasn't quite possible to understand what she was singing.
After the interval however (which enabled me to escape the heat of Albert Hall and stand outside in the pleasant September evening) came Stravinsky's Rite of Spring which is a particular favourite of mine. It is full of passion, excitement and death but it isn't everyone's cup of tea. A hearing it for the first time didn't think much of it. He wasn't expecting so much percussion and death. Indeed after the piece you feel like you need to sacrifice a virgin. No wonder that the premiere of the piece in 1913 sparked a riot. We both suspected that those Russians have a very different sort of spring to one in India or Australia - a spring of DEATH perhaps. Still I loved the piece, and it was great to see it performed live by such a great orchestra.
The audience loved it too. So much so that Mehta then gave as two encores two Strauss Waltzes. Well it was the Vienna Philharmonic so the punters lapped it up. It ended the evening on an unusual programming note however. The audience was lulled into a false sense of security with the Haydn, then beaten about by the Berg fragments, before being witness to a virgin sacrifice with the Stravinsky and then waltzed out of the hall with the Strauss. An unusual journey to take all in one evening...
Caught Prom 71 last night with A. We didn't sit together as A was very organised and got his tickets ages ago while I bought my ticket online at 1am Monday morning upon remembering that this concert was coming up this week. This last minute purchase meant that I sat in the circle with a restricted view. This meant that I could not see all of the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra and at times the acoustics made it seem like the orchestra were playing down the street. It was also bloody hot with the heat from the lights and 3000 living and breathing bodies in the hall seemingly rising and hitting you in waves... But I could see the conductor Zubin Mehta and the soloist Katarina Dalayman. As it was an event concert that was being televised it was exciting to just be there anyway...
It was a bitty programme really however with the lovely Haydn Symphony No 103 opening the programme, followed by Three Fragments from Berg's opera "Wozzeck" which didn't really sound great if you weren't familiar with the opera. Dalayman sounded lovely however up in the cheap seats even if it wasn't quite possible to understand what she was singing.
After the interval however (which enabled me to escape the heat of Albert Hall and stand outside in the pleasant September evening) came Stravinsky's Rite of Spring which is a particular favourite of mine. It is full of passion, excitement and death but it isn't everyone's cup of tea. A hearing it for the first time didn't think much of it. He wasn't expecting so much percussion and death. Indeed after the piece you feel like you need to sacrifice a virgin. No wonder that the premiere of the piece in 1913 sparked a riot. We both suspected that those Russians have a very different sort of spring to one in India or Australia - a spring of DEATH perhaps. Still I loved the piece, and it was great to see it performed live by such a great orchestra.
The audience loved it too. So much so that Mehta then gave as two encores two Strauss Waltzes. Well it was the Vienna Philharmonic so the punters lapped it up. It ended the evening on an unusual programming note however. The audience was lulled into a false sense of security with the Haydn, then beaten about by the Berg fragments, before being witness to a virgin sacrifice with the Stravinsky and then waltzed out of the hall with the Strauss. An unusual journey to take all in one evening...
Scenes from the V&A Garden Wednesday 18:04. Prior to heading to the Proms concert at nearby Albert Hall I met up with A for a quick bite to eat in the V&A Garden, which has only just recently opened. The garden is where you can have a quick coffee and a muffin or something a little more substantial in the open air and feel very sophistimicated amongst the York stone and overlooking a pond and lush grass. It is a very smart space. I felt smart just by being there...
Anyway, the V&A is open late on Wednesdays and Fridays and is well worth a trip in the early evening when it is less crowded and there is a programme of events.
A also gave me a quick tour of the museum - which included showing me the toilets the Royal Family uses when they visit the museum. Alas I couldn't see the cubicle with its own wash basin as somebody was using it at the time of visit. They must have been awfully surprised to hear A and I trying to open the door before we realised that it was engaged. Oh well, some other time. I noted that the garden, which was opened by Charles in early July, was an awfully long walk to the bathroom had he needed it, but I understand that the conveniences were not required on that occasion...
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
News: Special K goes mainstream
The press today were in the full of reports about the popularity of ketamine. Ketamine for the past few years has been the drug of choice by the gay clubbing community and it has been standard issue at any gay party or dance club as it can be easy to conceal and if taken correctly gives you an experience. Thanks to a new research report it has confirmed what has been going on in the wider clubbing community - ecstasy is out and ketamine is in. It also helps that ketamine is a legal drug for now. All you need to do is be on good terms with your local vet...
The press today were in the full of reports about the popularity of ketamine. Ketamine for the past few years has been the drug of choice by the gay clubbing community and it has been standard issue at any gay party or dance club as it can be easy to conceal and if taken correctly gives you an experience. Thanks to a new research report it has confirmed what has been going on in the wider clubbing community - ecstasy is out and ketamine is in. It also helps that ketamine is a legal drug for now. All you need to do is be on good terms with your local vet...
Theatre: How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying
Of course there was another reason to travel to Chichester yesterday and that was to catch How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying before it ended. It is a very silly show although one could get some career guidance out of the central message that a little bit of research and a lot of brown-nosing can get you anywhere if you play your cards right.
The show was a lot of fun and well staged in the Chichester Festival Theatre. It is a very funny show and despite some of the stereotyping and sexual innuendo (or perhaps because of it) it still holds up well. Some songs such as "A Secretary Is Not A Toy" had difficulty being accepted by the mild-mannered Chichester audiences. They were much more comfortable with the standard from the show (I don’t think there is more than one) "I believe in you". The little old folk beside me at the back row were humming away to that one (a pity they were drowning out the ever-so-faint leads)... Such are the things audience members have to endure when they see something in repertory in Chichester no doubt.
It was a pretty faithful revival to the original production which was a bit unfortunate as at three hours it could have done with a little trimming. It seems to be a trend with revivals at the moment (well at least with Frank Loesser shows) to throw in every musical number ever connected to the show to please the aficionados out there. This is fine if the songs are any good, but just as the West End production of Guys and Dolls pads out the first act with a throwaway number "Adelaide", this show inflicts us with "Cinderella Darling" which was cut from the 1995 Broadway revival on the grounds surely that it made the all-female secretaries look like meek pathetic little things.
I am also not so sure if the female lead of Rosemary played by Fiona Dunn should have been so bland and have such bad posture. She was outshone a little by the blonde bombshell Heddy (played by Annette McLaughlin). But despite all this the audience was still on Rosemary's side... Finch was played by (the very nice Scotsman) Joe McFadden who had great comic timing which made up for what he was lacking in the vocal department. I Last saw him in Aladdin at Christmas last year where he was just as silly there as well.
So overall the set was great, the ensemble terrific and the dancing excellent and all those other things that make something entertaining were there (although nobody flew across the stage on wires which is very popular nowadays – even if the reason is a bit dodgy). Who could ask for anything more? More coffee perhaps... Especially to stay awake for the duration of the last train back to London. One could stay in Chichester for more than an afternoon, but that would be stretching it I think...
Of course there was another reason to travel to Chichester yesterday and that was to catch How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying before it ended. It is a very silly show although one could get some career guidance out of the central message that a little bit of research and a lot of brown-nosing can get you anywhere if you play your cards right.
The show was a lot of fun and well staged in the Chichester Festival Theatre. It is a very funny show and despite some of the stereotyping and sexual innuendo (or perhaps because of it) it still holds up well. Some songs such as "A Secretary Is Not A Toy" had difficulty being accepted by the mild-mannered Chichester audiences. They were much more comfortable with the standard from the show (I don’t think there is more than one) "I believe in you". The little old folk beside me at the back row were humming away to that one (a pity they were drowning out the ever-so-faint leads)... Such are the things audience members have to endure when they see something in repertory in Chichester no doubt.
It was a pretty faithful revival to the original production which was a bit unfortunate as at three hours it could have done with a little trimming. It seems to be a trend with revivals at the moment (well at least with Frank Loesser shows) to throw in every musical number ever connected to the show to please the aficionados out there. This is fine if the songs are any good, but just as the West End production of Guys and Dolls pads out the first act with a throwaway number "Adelaide", this show inflicts us with "Cinderella Darling" which was cut from the 1995 Broadway revival on the grounds surely that it made the all-female secretaries look like meek pathetic little things.
I am also not so sure if the female lead of Rosemary played by Fiona Dunn should have been so bland and have such bad posture. She was outshone a little by the blonde bombshell Heddy (played by Annette McLaughlin). But despite all this the audience was still on Rosemary's side... Finch was played by (the very nice Scotsman) Joe McFadden who had great comic timing which made up for what he was lacking in the vocal department. I Last saw him in Aladdin at Christmas last year where he was just as silly there as well.
So overall the set was great, the ensemble terrific and the dancing excellent and all those other things that make something entertaining were there (although nobody flew across the stage on wires which is very popular nowadays – even if the reason is a bit dodgy). Who could ask for anything more? More coffee perhaps... Especially to stay awake for the duration of the last train back to London. One could stay in Chichester for more than an afternoon, but that would be stretching it I think...
Scenes from Chichester Cathedral Monday 17:32 - The Cathedral has obvious influences from a variety of periods dating back to the Norman periods (and that is the bell tower on the left), but in the grounds amongst the old gravestones there were a few goths having a picnic and burning what looked to be a bible. Oh those crazy goths. They will try and smoke anything...
Out and About: Chichester
Heading on the train back to London (arriving at 1am) I can report that my holiday now entering week two has seen me leave London and take a day trip to Chichester. Yes I am getting out and about. Chichester is a lovely little town with Roman ruins and a cathedral - a lot like most little English towns when you think about it - although the Cathedral itself is a fantastic building with some very beautiful artwork, including a John Piper Tapestry.
While shopping in the city centre I happened to notice that there were a lot of things that you could buy that had an Australian connection. Whether it was the wine or the rock salt in a kitchen store, I kept encountering Australiana. What was going on? I am not quite sure what Chichester is famous for nowadays... Apart from the Roman ruins and its summer festival it seemed to be its vast supplies of Australiana... I could even purchase a shopping bag with the words "Brisbane" on it... Hmm...
Heading on the train back to London (arriving at 1am) I can report that my holiday now entering week two has seen me leave London and take a day trip to Chichester. Yes I am getting out and about. Chichester is a lovely little town with Roman ruins and a cathedral - a lot like most little English towns when you think about it - although the Cathedral itself is a fantastic building with some very beautiful artwork, including a John Piper Tapestry.
While shopping in the city centre I happened to notice that there were a lot of things that you could buy that had an Australian connection. Whether it was the wine or the rock salt in a kitchen store, I kept encountering Australiana. What was going on? I am not quite sure what Chichester is famous for nowadays... Apart from the Roman ruins and its summer festival it seemed to be its vast supplies of Australiana... I could even purchase a shopping bag with the words "Brisbane" on it... Hmm...
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Film: Belle Du Jour
Saturday night I caught the Film Belle Du Jour (not to be confused with the blog) with A which is showing as part of a Catherine Deneuve retrospective. During the movie I was impressed with the number of cableknits on display, but it was an interesting tale about a bored French housewife who despite being married to Jean Sorel decides to dabble in prostitution. At this point I was ready to slap Deneuve's character. She could have all the Yves Saint-Laurent dresses and cableknits in the world, but what she really wanted was big fat Asian men and gangsters with metal teeth. What is wrong with the woman??? Still it was a fascinating movie that holds up well nearly forty years after it was made.
After the movie A asked me what did I think the moral of the story was. I suggested that the moral was that one should not take up prostitution in the afternoon. It would be probably safer to do it in the morning when you get the milkmen coming off shift rather than creepy gangsters. I wondered if A was concerned that with my newly found holiday time that he was thinking that I may be considering a similar career choice. Of all things!
Saturday night I caught the Film Belle Du Jour (not to be confused with the blog) with A which is showing as part of a Catherine Deneuve retrospective. During the movie I was impressed with the number of cableknits on display, but it was an interesting tale about a bored French housewife who despite being married to Jean Sorel decides to dabble in prostitution. At this point I was ready to slap Deneuve's character. She could have all the Yves Saint-Laurent dresses and cableknits in the world, but what she really wanted was big fat Asian men and gangsters with metal teeth. What is wrong with the woman??? Still it was a fascinating movie that holds up well nearly forty years after it was made.
After the movie A asked me what did I think the moral of the story was. I suggested that the moral was that one should not take up prostitution in the afternoon. It would be probably safer to do it in the morning when you get the milkmen coming off shift rather than creepy gangsters. I wondered if A was concerned that with my newly found holiday time that he was thinking that I may be considering a similar career choice. Of all things!
Dinner going back...
Friday night I was invited back to Haringey which I had very fond memories of (recalling my posts of October 2003) by M1 and M2. M1 and M2 had arrived at the house after I had left. M2 has just been evicted as he is too French for the house but I told him about my dastardly time I left the coke can out which provoked a full scale incident response so he should really treat this eviction as a badge of honour.
Since I left I had noticed that the household had become vegetarian. Not by choice but the main tenants that hold sway had become vegetarian so that meant that no meat could be cooked in their presence. Well they were away on Friday evening so M1 and M2 had a very meaty pasta dish on the menu. It was delicious. And not a vegetarian in sight.
Oh and the house still looks hideous and awful. I remember the Spanish landlord saying to me that I would have a hard time finding a place as nice as this... I had to bite my tongue at the time. A Soho strip club has more style than this Edwardian Spanish whitewash outhouse in beautiful downtown Haringey...
Friday night I was invited back to Haringey which I had very fond memories of (recalling my posts of October 2003) by M1 and M2. M1 and M2 had arrived at the house after I had left. M2 has just been evicted as he is too French for the house but I told him about my dastardly time I left the coke can out which provoked a full scale incident response so he should really treat this eviction as a badge of honour.
Since I left I had noticed that the household had become vegetarian. Not by choice but the main tenants that hold sway had become vegetarian so that meant that no meat could be cooked in their presence. Well they were away on Friday evening so M1 and M2 had a very meaty pasta dish on the menu. It was delicious. And not a vegetarian in sight.
Oh and the house still looks hideous and awful. I remember the Spanish landlord saying to me that I would have a hard time finding a place as nice as this... I had to bite my tongue at the time. A Soho strip club has more style than this Edwardian Spanish whitewash outhouse in beautiful downtown Haringey...
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Theatre: Death of a Salesman
Caught the 1999 Broadway production of Arthur Miller's Death of a Salesman last night. Its been playing at the West End for a few months now and it was well worth going to see it. I had read the play at school, seen a film version of it, and perservered through an amateur production of it, but seeing this was something else.
Brian Dennehy from the Broadway production was starring as Willy Loman (he also featured in such classic movies of the 1980s as Cocoon and Legal Eagles) but just as fantastic were the rest of the cast - especially Clare Higgins as the wife. Watching this play on stage you realise what an emotional wallop this gives you. It gradually builds and builds setting the scene in the first act, hinting at hope and an optimistic future along the way but by half way through the second act you can see Willy Loman's life unraveling into a horrible mess, and you watch him go all the way downhill.
There were other little touches in this production that made it such an eye opener. The production kept things brisk as well with a revolving stage and set that helped underscore the madness and weariness of Loman. Characters in his mind and in reality walk on and move off as they appear in his head. Dennehy throughout the play wears the same suit... It seems slightly ill-fitting and creased so Loman looks tired, worn out and obsolete. The office where Loman is fired is small and claustrophobic... They all added to this production...
Leaving the theatre you couldn't exactly say it was something to enjoy but it was something to admire. More than fifty years on the story of making it or not still rings true... Attention surely was paid by the theatre goers last night...
Caught the 1999 Broadway production of Arthur Miller's Death of a Salesman last night. Its been playing at the West End for a few months now and it was well worth going to see it. I had read the play at school, seen a film version of it, and perservered through an amateur production of it, but seeing this was something else.
Brian Dennehy from the Broadway production was starring as Willy Loman (he also featured in such classic movies of the 1980s as Cocoon and Legal Eagles) but just as fantastic were the rest of the cast - especially Clare Higgins as the wife. Watching this play on stage you realise what an emotional wallop this gives you. It gradually builds and builds setting the scene in the first act, hinting at hope and an optimistic future along the way but by half way through the second act you can see Willy Loman's life unraveling into a horrible mess, and you watch him go all the way downhill.
There were other little touches in this production that made it such an eye opener. The production kept things brisk as well with a revolving stage and set that helped underscore the madness and weariness of Loman. Characters in his mind and in reality walk on and move off as they appear in his head. Dennehy throughout the play wears the same suit... It seems slightly ill-fitting and creased so Loman looks tired, worn out and obsolete. The office where Loman is fired is small and claustrophobic... They all added to this production...
Leaving the theatre you couldn't exactly say it was something to enjoy but it was something to admire. More than fifty years on the story of making it or not still rings true... Attention surely was paid by the theatre goers last night...
I'm on holiday
Things my friends and colleagues suggested I could do during September:
Things my friends and colleagues suggested I could do during September:
- Advertise my wares in the back of Boyz and QX
- Offer to do house cleaning... with or without clothes
- Visit more crap towns
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
The Accidental Tourist
I get a telephone call this afternoon informing me that my visa has come through. My tourist visa. And so my working life in the UK comes to a somewhat abrupt end from today. I was expecting it to come to an end at some point in the next few weeks, but I was expecting later rather than sooner. Oh well. Who says the civil service isn't efficient? What happens next is a little up to Dame Fortune and my ability to interview well, but in the meantime I can:
I get a telephone call this afternoon informing me that my visa has come through. My tourist visa. And so my working life in the UK comes to a somewhat abrupt end from today. I was expecting it to come to an end at some point in the next few weeks, but I was expecting later rather than sooner. Oh well. Who says the civil service isn't efficient? What happens next is a little up to Dame Fortune and my ability to interview well, but in the meantime I can:
- Take my first holiday since December/January and my first holiday in several years lasting longer than a week.
- Explore the delights of Croydyn
- Catch up on all those galleries and museums that I have yet to get around to seeing...
Monday, August 29, 2005
News: Notting Hill Carnival
Bank Holiday Monday in August means 500,000 Londoners head to Notting Hill for at street party. There is lots of colour and movement and jerk chicken (if you like your chicken charcoal black) but even better is to be in the vicinity of the carnival where you can hear all the carry on, but not actually have to be amongst it, such as I found myself today. I was the only Australian at the party so I was giving a ribbing about the Ashes and had a can of Fosters thrust in my hand. There really should be some cultural guides written about how much an insult an Australian finds being given a Fosters. It is such a rubbish beer but the chavs in this country can't seem to get enough of it. Along with Nike tops and chunky silver chains it is what you expect to see being carried by any lout in this city...
Bank Holiday Monday in August means 500,000 Londoners head to Notting Hill for at street party. There is lots of colour and movement and jerk chicken (if you like your chicken charcoal black) but even better is to be in the vicinity of the carnival where you can hear all the carry on, but not actually have to be amongst it, such as I found myself today. I was the only Australian at the party so I was giving a ribbing about the Ashes and had a can of Fosters thrust in my hand. There really should be some cultural guides written about how much an insult an Australian finds being given a Fosters. It is such a rubbish beer but the chavs in this country can't seem to get enough of it. Along with Nike tops and chunky silver chains it is what you expect to see being carried by any lout in this city...
Scenes from Kew Gardens Sunday 17:23 - Chihuly's glass sculptures among the greenery...
It was here in the the temperate room green house where this photo was taken A saw a man leaning over a pond about to take a photograph. He motioned to push the man in the pond for my amusement but he neglected to see the photographers two friends looking outraged behind. Obviously not Londoners... No sense of humour whatever. But the glass sculptures were very smart... All hand blown as well...
It certainly made the visit to Kew (also known as the Royal Botanic Gardens) all the more interesting. It is such a vast green space that even after two hours one barely covered a kilometre of the site, but how much gardens and green space on a fine sunny day can one take? Interestingly there were a lot of gay men in the gardens. Fortunately unlike many of the parks about town they were there to take in the greenery and the glass...
Scenes from G-A-Y at the Astoria Saturday night / Sunday morning 01:50. Trip to Winchester was cut short as there was an Abba night back in London with Bjorn Again. Ok so the music wasn't live (note the absence of leads on the guitar and keyboard) but by 1.30am the punters didn't care and kept singing along to the tunes. Nowadays Bjorn Again have multiple groups touring the country as blonde and brunette singers accompanied by fat men with beards are a dime-a-dozen...
The Astoria is for young boys and their admirers really and is a silly venue, but it is only a five minute walk home so it is rather handy...
Scenes from Winchester Saturday 15:52 - Bank Holiday weekend. If you are not travelling somewhere exotic, why not go to Winchester? They have a cathedral, some castle ruins and a flower market where young lads sell flowers...
Winchester also seemed to be a lovely town to go if you were pregnant. There seemed to be pregnant women everywhere... Maybe they are all locals and there is a baby boom on its way... It was interesting to observe all of this. There were also more elderly persons in wheelchairs per able bodied person than I have seen anywhere else of late.
As for the cathedral, it was a bog-standard.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Theatre: Henry IV (Part Two)
After the awful trip to the theatre on Wednesday night I caught Henry IV (Part Two) at the National Theatre Friday evening to make up for it. While the story may be a little plotless the show has a fantastic cast that includes Michael Gambon as Falstaff. It was amazing to watch him, including in the second act when espousing the virtues of sherry he couldn't get the bottle open and made a few ad-libs. The play is definitely one of the highlights of the London theatre scene at the moment so it was good to catch it.
Unfortunately the man sitting next to me had a bit of a bad breath problem. When he laughed a cocktail of saliva, cigarettes and bile wafted over to my seat. Oh well, when the tickets are only £10, these are the things you have to deal with. But it would have been handy to have had some chewing gum on hand to offer around... Or some noseplugs...
After the awful trip to the theatre on Wednesday night I caught Henry IV (Part Two) at the National Theatre Friday evening to make up for it. While the story may be a little plotless the show has a fantastic cast that includes Michael Gambon as Falstaff. It was amazing to watch him, including in the second act when espousing the virtues of sherry he couldn't get the bottle open and made a few ad-libs. The play is definitely one of the highlights of the London theatre scene at the moment so it was good to catch it.
Unfortunately the man sitting next to me had a bit of a bad breath problem. When he laughed a cocktail of saliva, cigarettes and bile wafted over to my seat. Oh well, when the tickets are only £10, these are the things you have to deal with. But it would have been handy to have had some chewing gum on hand to offer around... Or some noseplugs...
Shopping: Those Muscle Fit Polos
A recent doco on the BBC chartered a man's attempt to go straight by hooking up with some evangelical outfit in Memphis. Apparently he found the gay scene a bit to superficial (he obviously had not taken the Eurostar or gone to my gym). In the end it turned out he stopped having sex completely so some conversion that turned out to be...
Anyway the Guardian reported today more about the "going straight" therapy in Memphis, noting that Abercrombie clothing is banned. And who can blame them, as it is very gay. Arriving this week in the mail was several Abercrombie t-shirts and polos I bought online. My flatmate and his houseguest curious about the steady stream of packages arriving during the course of this week asked me to model one of the polos. They were impressed with the cut that accentuates one's v-shape even if one doesn't have much of that shape. And it's that sort of fit that goes down well with the boys...
A recent doco on the BBC chartered a man's attempt to go straight by hooking up with some evangelical outfit in Memphis. Apparently he found the gay scene a bit to superficial (he obviously had not taken the Eurostar or gone to my gym). In the end it turned out he stopped having sex completely so some conversion that turned out to be...
Anyway the Guardian reported today more about the "going straight" therapy in Memphis, noting that Abercrombie clothing is banned. And who can blame them, as it is very gay. Arriving this week in the mail was several Abercrombie t-shirts and polos I bought online. My flatmate and his houseguest curious about the steady stream of packages arriving during the course of this week asked me to model one of the polos. They were impressed with the cut that accentuates one's v-shape even if one doesn't have much of that shape. And it's that sort of fit that goes down well with the boys...
Friday, August 26, 2005
Scenes from Regent's Park Open Air Theatre Wednesday 20:08 - A delay starting due to wet weather... Those in the know brought garbage bags and towels. Live and learn.
As for the show, well HMS Pinafore in the damp cold night air wasn't the most pleasant of experiences - it seemed less of a production and more of an embalming of G&S.
The last time I saw this show I recalled:
- It was funny and the actors had comic timing,
- The orchestrations were better,
- Buttercup also wasn't played by someone who should be in a retirement home. Ok Lesley Nichol is a wonderful actress but it was just wrong for her to be in this part...
- Desmond Barritt seemed to have confused the role of Sir Joseph with his role as Vice President Dick Cheney in Stuff Happens at the National - he spent most of the time walking around looking pissed off.
- The hero (Simon Thomas) has his shirt off at the beginning and mercifully puts it on. Nobody needs to see a pasty white flat chest.
- Perhaps the damp weather meant there was less dancing and more walking in time with the music...
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
One houseguest or two
My flatmate R has a friend staying over for the week. He is English but lives in Barcelona as a lifestyle choice. He is a great houseguest however as already it has only been a day and he has cleaned out the cupboards and fixed the blockage in the bathroom sink. If only all houseguests could be so useful...
Anyway, he brought with him some chorizo sausage from Spain which he left hanging in the lounge room. Sunday evening he awoke to hear the sounds of something chomp chomping into his sausage - and not in a good way. Our resident rat had found it and somehow managed to eat half the thing.
Last night as the event was described to me as an unwelcome visitor I was wondering whether it was one of R's gentlemen callers that were quite interested in a bit of Spanish sausage. They have been known to come around for a bite at 3am and again at 5am. But when it was clarified it was a caller of the ratty kind it all made sense. I had thought it had been a case of all quiet on the rodent front for some time but there is nothing like an old building and a bit of sausage to tempt the critters out.
My flatmate R has a friend staying over for the week. He is English but lives in Barcelona as a lifestyle choice. He is a great houseguest however as already it has only been a day and he has cleaned out the cupboards and fixed the blockage in the bathroom sink. If only all houseguests could be so useful...
Anyway, he brought with him some chorizo sausage from Spain which he left hanging in the lounge room. Sunday evening he awoke to hear the sounds of something chomp chomping into his sausage - and not in a good way. Our resident rat had found it and somehow managed to eat half the thing.
Last night as the event was described to me as an unwelcome visitor I was wondering whether it was one of R's gentlemen callers that were quite interested in a bit of Spanish sausage. They have been known to come around for a bite at 3am and again at 5am. But when it was clarified it was a caller of the ratty kind it all made sense. I had thought it had been a case of all quiet on the rodent front for some time but there is nothing like an old building and a bit of sausage to tempt the critters out.
News: The awful truth about the piano man
The piano man mystery has been resolved. This was the man who appeared at a beach in a state of distress and purportedly could play the piano rather well. Well the truth is that he is just a gay German acting a bit odd. Nothing really out of the ordinary there. Even more ordinary was the fact that he actually couldn't play the piano. In fact his performance of chopsticks wasn't that great by all accounts... How he got to be the piano man from chopsticks is anyone's guess, but when you have Bavarians trying to drown themselves you shouldn't let the facts get in the way of a good story.
The piano man mystery has been resolved. This was the man who appeared at a beach in a state of distress and purportedly could play the piano rather well. Well the truth is that he is just a gay German acting a bit odd. Nothing really out of the ordinary there. Even more ordinary was the fact that he actually couldn't play the piano. In fact his performance of chopsticks wasn't that great by all accounts... How he got to be the piano man from chopsticks is anyone's guess, but when you have Bavarians trying to drown themselves you shouldn't let the facts get in the way of a good story.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Shopping and whatever...
I went shopping with A over the weekend at Zara to buy some trousers. Zara is one of the cheap chic high street stores and Spanish in origin that have smart clothes that you can wear for a season and then throw out. The men's collection is popular with a certain type of male as well (usually a gay one)...
Anyway while I was buying trousers A was trying on a sporty sort of jacket with a furry lining thing that he thought was great but I told him it made him look like Attila the Fashionable Hun. And that ended the shopping experience. Afterall nobody wants to look like a Hun. Even a slightly fashionable one...
Of course the look all summer has been vintage clothing. There are places like Pop and Rockit in London where you can get a pinkish polo shirt (the only colour this summer) with that "worn in" look. You could say the clothes are second hand but vintage sounds so much smarter... But if you don't do second hand many of the leading labels now are taking to tearing the fabric anyway to give them that broken in look... So the message this season has been to keep that cute little outfit in the closet unless you are prepared to rip some holes into it...
I went shopping with A over the weekend at Zara to buy some trousers. Zara is one of the cheap chic high street stores and Spanish in origin that have smart clothes that you can wear for a season and then throw out. The men's collection is popular with a certain type of male as well (usually a gay one)...
Anyway while I was buying trousers A was trying on a sporty sort of jacket with a furry lining thing that he thought was great but I told him it made him look like Attila the Fashionable Hun. And that ended the shopping experience. Afterall nobody wants to look like a Hun. Even a slightly fashionable one...
Of course the look all summer has been vintage clothing. There are places like Pop and Rockit in London where you can get a pinkish polo shirt (the only colour this summer) with that "worn in" look. You could say the clothes are second hand but vintage sounds so much smarter... But if you don't do second hand many of the leading labels now are taking to tearing the fabric anyway to give them that broken in look... So the message this season has been to keep that cute little outfit in the closet unless you are prepared to rip some holes into it...
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Art: Frida Kahlo
Finally caught Frida Kahlo's exhibition at the Tate Modern. The large collection of her artworks spanning 11 rooms were quite a sight. There were all her famous works and many self-portraits to take in during the course of a Sunday afternoon. Such an amazing woman who while she painted survived a nasty bus accident, several miscarriages, an affair with Trotsky, a turbulent marriage and the odd bit of lesbianism. Loads of imagery referred to the female form of course. I will never quite look at an open cut cantaloupe in the same way again I think.
Finally caught Frida Kahlo's exhibition at the Tate Modern. The large collection of her artworks spanning 11 rooms were quite a sight. There were all her famous works and many self-portraits to take in during the course of a Sunday afternoon. Such an amazing woman who while she painted survived a nasty bus accident, several miscarriages, an affair with Trotsky, a turbulent marriage and the odd bit of lesbianism. Loads of imagery referred to the female form of course. I will never quite look at an open cut cantaloupe in the same way again I think.
Movie: Crash
Saw Crash with A on Friday. It is set in Los Angeles and is about a series of characters whose lives intertwine over a 36 hour period. Race relations (or the lack of them) and the post 9/11 world are at the forefront of this movie. The movie should really have the subtitle "City of Assholes" given all the angst and lack of humanity expressed by most of the characters. Still it was a gripping series of stories that was well acted and raised a few interesting questions, including why the hell would anyone want to live in LA??
It is also not the standard Hollywood blockbuster so be prepared for Matt Dillon looking a bit chubby, Sandra Bullock not airbrushed as much as normal and Brendan Fraser a little bit paler... And the title Crash comes from the series of car accidents that feature in the film. Some are small crashes, others are a little more severe. It dawned on me since being in London I have not driven a car but I dare say that people here don't tailgate so much... And they don't have such rubbish cars either...
Saw Crash with A on Friday. It is set in Los Angeles and is about a series of characters whose lives intertwine over a 36 hour period. Race relations (or the lack of them) and the post 9/11 world are at the forefront of this movie. The movie should really have the subtitle "City of Assholes" given all the angst and lack of humanity expressed by most of the characters. Still it was a gripping series of stories that was well acted and raised a few interesting questions, including why the hell would anyone want to live in LA??
It is also not the standard Hollywood blockbuster so be prepared for Matt Dillon looking a bit chubby, Sandra Bullock not airbrushed as much as normal and Brendan Fraser a little bit paler... And the title Crash comes from the series of car accidents that feature in the film. Some are small crashes, others are a little more severe. It dawned on me since being in London I have not driven a car but I dare say that people here don't tailgate so much... And they don't have such rubbish cars either...
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