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Monthly Archive for June, 2008
Currently I am in London.
Well, currently I am lying on a makeshift bed composed of sofa cushions on Matt’s living-room floor, if you want to be specific (and I do – specificity is the soul of good communication).
Yesterday we saw… crap what did we see? I was shown the restaurant in which Gordon and Tony divvied up the Premiership like so much ham, the pub in Lock Stock And Two Smoking Barrels that a guy ran out of on fire, and an estate agent’s named after a character from the Hitchhiker’ Guide To The Galaxy. I can’t remember which one, but I drank an awful lot last night so cut me some slack you fuckers.
I also visited, at my sister’s behest, the newly-minted Abercrombie & Fitch store, which was like crashing a really cool party full of beautiful, stupid people. I swear, it’s like a nightclub that just happens to sell clothes – there are numerous employees, trim and chiselled, whose sole job it is to stand on the store’s many balconies and dance to the thumping music. I shit you not!
Today we’re going to see the Incredible Hulk at the IMAX cinema. I’ve never seen a movie screen bigger than a god before…
Fifth in a two-horse race? Nice one guys. The BNP actually won more votes in this one.
The Conservatives win the Henley by-election with a 10,116 majority, while Labour comes fifth and loses its deposit.
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I think this would look really good in my… nowhere at all?
Oh, for the love of the Gods
If you're a really, really big fan of the recent reinterpretation of Battlestar Galactica and have $8000 not doing anything, you could invest in your very own 7ft-tall Cylon Centurion.…
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First, I shall attempt to describe what this show is like in terms of “it’s like [thing x] meets [thing y]“.
The Middleman is like Dick Tracy meets Alias.
Wait. It’s like Léon meets Pushing Daisies.
No, it’s like Thunderbirds meets The Avengers (campy British TV, not slow-moving American comic-book).
All done? Excellent.
Like so many things these days, it’s a comic-book adaptation, though in its defence it was originally intended to be a TV-show – the medium of comics was settled on because it was cheaper to do the special effects. No joke. Well, according to the wiki article, anyway. I’ve not actually read the comic, though I surely shall.
It’s nerd porn of the highest order, with two Flash jokes, nods to Dune, lines from Planet of the Apes and numerous gangster movies, and a Batman reference in just the first episode. Oh, and our spunky heroine is a slim, sassy brunette who wears glasses, plays Xbox and has a list of favourite comics perfectly chosen to have fans go “oooh, I read that too”. Like I said, nerd porn of the highest order.
Watch it.
Monday’s copy of the Daily Mailograph:
FEAR FOR GIRLS AS THE PILL IS SOLD ONLINE
This, in response to the news that the contraceptive pill can now be obtained through a website, rather than through chemists’ and doctors’. The site won’t supply first-timers (yet), and you have to be over eighteen and supply your medical history. How stringent these requirements will be remains to be seen, of course.
Even so, I can’t help but think making it easier for people to not have babies by accident is a good thing? Especially from the Maily Torygraph’s point of view, since it’s generally the noisy red-top-buying lower classes who have the most such accidental babies.
Indeed, I have to wonder if a website isn’t still too inaccessible for those unwashed masses who are most in need. Perhaps licensing ice-cream vans to carry them might be a better idea? Or Spa?