Tomato, chewing gum, cheese, lettuce and a sticker off an apple.

Tomato, chewing gum, cheese, lettuce and a sticker off an apple.
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An unloved picture from Flickr.

Doomed Planet of the Cowells, part 2.

Doomed planet of the Cowells.

Anybody got any Honeydews?

Quake!

Quake!
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Last night here in Great Britain, we had an earthquake. It woke me up. Here, I recreate me waking up and experiencing the earthquake.*


*NB I wasn't wearing a suit at the time. This is a re-enactment for dramatic purposes.

Conscience

Eastenders Cherubs

The Arnolfini Quo

Fuseli's Nightmare

(Sorry, Fuseli.) Click pic for full size.

Chumpavaggio

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All you need is Chump

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Steve Wright in the Afternoon

As an experiment, this afternoon we are listening to Radio 2. This means listening to Steve Wright. My god. The odd modern song aside, it's like 1990  all over again. I'm back at college, Steve Wright in the Afternoon is on Radio 1 in the workshop. There's even a 'posse' laughing in the background. If Phil Cornwell turns up doing Mick Jagger and David Bowie impressions, I'll faint.

Star Morons

Moron Trek

Not sure where I was going with this...

I mean, really...

...it's just childish.

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Cloverfield

I cannot begin to say how ace this film is without saying this. It is totally fucking awesomely great. There's been a lot of moaning about the camera work. Don't listen to the naysayers, go see this film somewhere with a big screen and great sound. I was sucked in. There are some massive jump out of your skin moments and a really nasty monster with some incredibly grisly surprises up it's sleeve.

The acting is uniformly believable and unsentimental, and the uneven tone of the action makes it completely stressful as you wait for the next horrible or crazed thing to happen, or watch stupefied as the protagonists stumble through a wrecked New York. The subway tunnel sequence is genuine shit your pants scary and the climb up a collapsing tower block is ball shrinkingly vertiginous. One of the best things about this film is the way it leaves you wanting more. You never quite see the monster, even at the end and there is very little explanation. It's survival horror for the big screen. There's even a love story, as the main focus of the film, Rob, drags his friends through the nightmare city to rescue his girlfriend.

 

If my blathering hasn't made you want to watch this film then think about this. I went to see Aliens vs Predator Requiem a few weeks ago. That was brainless fun, and great to watch at the cinema, but I didn't post on here about it, because ultimately, it wasn't worth it. Also, this is the first post I've slapped here in a week. If it's good enough to make me update my blog, it must be pretty ace. Just go and see it and tell me what you think.*

 

 

 

*Though clearly if you don't enjoy it, you're wrong to a massive degree.

Herbie goes to Radcliffe

Herbie goes to Radcliffe
Originally uploaded by Smallbrainfield.

Some filming for a BBC3 comedy show. In the urban Gehenna that is Radcliffe for some reason. The driver was dressed a bit like Flavor Flav, but I couldn't see if he had a big clock hanging round his neck, otherwise I would have asked him what time it was.
I stood and watched for a bit, but like all television, watching it is vastly more entertaining that watching it being made.

Butty

Every time it's lunch I seem to get phone calls. So Geoff in Dunstable has a technical question or wants to go over the brief for a project and I'm swallowing a huge semi-chewed lump of pastrami salad sandwich in a bid to answer his query.
It's always when I've got a really good butty, too. Usually a complicated one with several layers of salad, crumbly cheese, or the sort of salami that slides out whole from between the bread rather than allow itself to be bitten in two, requiring a sort of upward head-tilt and bite to catch the errant filling, followed by a guilty look around the office to see if anyone noticed.
Before we even get to the hygiene issues surrounding eating at your desk, I don't really mind about that. A few germs flicked at your immune system keeps it on it's toes. I worry more about getting mayonnaise on my tie than what's evolving inside my keyboard. I've always ate at my desk, back before everyone did it. I sometimes had curry and chips sitting on my digitiser tablet while I was playing PGA, pre-internet days. In these enlightened times, I normally plump for sandwich and fruit, possibly crisps and occasionally sushi. Whatever it is, though, is without fail interrupted by the phone. It can't be good for the digestion.

I'm going out for my lunch tomorrow.

Ram

Or random access memory. I bought the wrong memory for my PC. Like a dick. I was a bit pissed when I did it, but I didn't bother to check what I already had installed. What I had was incompatible with what I bought. So it's just cost me a fiver to send it back, and I'm still no better off.

It's a bloody minefield finding the memory that will work with your motherboard, unless you want to pay through the nose for someone to fit it for you, which considering it's a pretty simple process, I'm unwilling to do.

I just want things to go a bit faster, without loads of hassle. Is that too much to ask?

Snow!

Wow, it snowed! For 2 whole hours this morning there was snow on the ground before it all melted. Attached pic is evidence of snow, taken inside the car of my still broken sunroof, covered in snow.

Note eldest child's head top left of picture and piece of paper in light switch to stop it flickering. It's the details that send you bonkers in the end.

Snow

It's supposed to be snowing, but of course, it isn't. Oh, I'm sure Scotland is covered in the stuff. No doubt there'll be pictures on the news tonight of cars sliding into kerbs and grannies battling through blizzard conditions to buy catfood.
Here, it's been raining a fair bit, it's cold and it's bloody windy, but no sign of any snow. Manchester snow has been disappointing for many years, generally when it does arrive, it's washed away by rain the same day. Any drifts that survive into the following day are normally just sad little brown-streaked piles surrounded by crying children holding toboggans.
The wind has been pretty scary though. It's mean. Last night it was screaming through the trees outside our house, while the flue trembled in the chimney. This morning it's just as bad. It nearly caught me walking across the yard at work earlier. Hark at me, all I go on about is the bloody weather.

Well, at least the sun is out.

In other news, which has nothing to do with me and so is clearly relevant, Britney has been sectioned. I bet if Britney Spears had weather like ours to worry about, she wouldn't be going doolally. California is clearly bad for your health. I only write this so that in decades to come, when I've been uploaded into the digital stream of conciousness meta-brain, I can re-visit this site and ponder why I bother.