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Monthly Archives: April 2011

Upstaged: Time

Here are the things are fun for three hours: a meal, a nap, a novel, a train journey (on your own), a walk in the countryside, a party. Here are the things that start to chafe after three hours: a play, a film, a gig, a meeting, an album, foreplay.
That’s right. I said it. A [...]

Pick ‘n’ Mix: Roadtrips

Mad Max
If I was forced at leather-squeaking gunpoint to choose my favourite gun-toting, motorbike-riding mad man, it would probably be Dolph Lundgren’s Punisher over old Mel Gibbon. But, credit where credit’s due, Australia’s most successful dystopian motorcycle-themed B-movie does feature a hell of a lot of utes, violence, characters called “Bubba” [...]

You can never watch Rocky too many times

Obviously, Nick did this. Not me. The man’s the brain. I’m the brawn. Shit loads of brawn.

Purim: My Kind of Festival

With the news from France that burkhas are now banned in public places, I thought it might be an interesting time to look at Purim.
Purim, for the Hassidn’ts among you, is a Jewish festival celebrating the unlikely saviour of the Jews from Persia thanks to Esther, her secretly Jewish cousin Mordecai and King Ahaserus. It’s [...]

Kanye Best

On Saturday I was mostly doing this.
Nell Frizzell

Pick ‘n’ Mix: Death

That’s right. The d-word in music videos. And I’m not talking about the little-death. Well, not exclusively…

Got a super-hot pop act? Worried their songs won’t get played during the erection section of the school disco? Wish they had a little more instant gravitas? Don’t worry: death is on your side.

In Paparazzi, Lady Gaga [...]

The Roy Orbison/ Frankenstein continuum

I was all right for a while, I could smile for a while
But I saw you last night, you held my hand so tight
As you stopped to say “Hello”
Aww you wished me well, you couldn’t tell
That I was Fraaaankeeeenstein.
Nell Frizzell

Supreme. Super-e-me.

I can’t believe those idiots at Supreme cut me out of the final campaign. Idiots. Id-i-ots.

Sometimes, when I’m feeling philosophical, I’ll sit and stare at this key

And wonder what it means.
Nell Frizzell

No Guts, No Glory

What does every mother want? Not to eat her kids.
Her husband to not murder her daughter in the name of wind probably comes high on the list, too.
This may sound like the M&S Mother’s Day campaign as pitched by Sarah Kane and Mark Ravenhill, but I am in fact talking about the Greek tragedy The [...]