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Monthly Archives: July 2011

Dear Photographz

I have started an exciting, new project.
Now, I may be more callous than Noah’s palms but, frankly, I found the sentimental, tear-jerking, schmaltzy posts on dearphotograph.com just a little hard to swallow.
In fact, they made my raisin-like little heart curl up like a puppy that’s been kicked in the gonads.
So, I set up DearPhotographz. Follow [...]

Spot the Difference

Nell Frizzell

Freddie Mariecurie

You’re welcome.

Upstaged: Twitter

Last week I was invited to live-tweet my way through a 3D Hong Kong pornographic film called Sex and Zen: Extreme Ecstasy. This, I believe, is what they call “building up an editorial reputation.”
Sadly, I had to decline the generous offer. For, while I like nothing more than describing the ejaculatory arc [...]

The Napoleon Bonaparte/ Phil Collins continuum

Inspired by the incredible Break-Ups podcast by This American Life. Listen to it HERE or be forever damned.

Upstaged: Site specific

From train station theatre to industrial estate opera, the world of site specific performance has come a long way since the miracles of the 1300s. And with this summer’s epic housing estate spectacle, National Youth Theatre’sSlick is leading the march off-stage…
Until the age of 14 the only “site specific” thing about my life was a [...]

The Apprentice: Final

And so we come to the final episode. Episode twelve. That means twelve times we’ve watched these opening credits. Twelve times Lord Sugarcube has stood on top of that London tower block. And twelve times he hasn’t looked across at the collection of sociopaths, liars, chancers and morons waiting in his fleet of Addison Lee [...]

Cars 2: A Review

Just occasionally a cartoon will do something that completely blows your mind –Dick van Dyke leaping through the chalk drawing in Mary Poppins, The Beatles turning up in the Jungle Book, the wife dying in Up, the ‘camera’ panning back at the end of A Bug’s Life.
That the eyes in Cars 2 are on the [...]

Moving

My mum is moving house. Which means going through several square miles of what we laughingly labelled on our boxes as ‘memorabilia’. Memorabilia, it turns out, can be anything from year seven maths books to divorce papers. All of which I have filed in the box named ‘the dump’.
These pictures, however, deserve a little online [...]

I’m ashamed to admit that every time someone mentions their “feminine charms,” I picture this: