Countdown to war. What a surprise that Saddam showed no interest in the Bush ultimatum. This is really the kind of ‘history’ I have no desire to live through… but who gets to choose?
My Jobcentre appointment today didn’t go that badly, really, in spite of my being awfully uncooperative.
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Yesterday was a sucky kind of day. New Deal appointment. Went badly. Another one tomorrow. Whoopee-doo. We’re expecting an offer for the house by phone… Read More »Tony’s Principles
Maybe it’s time to think of a new project. I haven’t realised any ideas for a long time. It would have to be something entirely different and new (to me), though. I still feel in the shadow of things I did years ago, somehow. Bad feeling.
My mood is totally up and down today.
Read More »Being a Creative Wannabe
Thursday has become Official Shopping Day for me, when I get some foodstuffs from M&S. Choices of venue: Walsall, Merry Hill or Birmingham. Today it… Read More »People Watching
I’ve rather annoyingly got interested in that Comic Relief Does Fame Academy thing. Generally, anything to do with Comic Relief is anathema to me—this has nothing to do with the cause, which is terrific, so much as the second-rate standard of the shows. But there has been a compelling, macabre kind of fascination generated by Ruby Wax’s performances, and Kwame (the black bloke out of Casualty) has a damn fine voice, actually. He looks damn fine too. You won’t get great odds on him being the winner.
The Comic Relief night itself looks to be the typical banal lineup. Lenny Henry doing Michael Jackson, presumably on serious steroids, promises to be as funny as herpes. The Martin Bashir interview literally defies parody, in any case.
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Catching up… I made my trip to London on February 14th, meeting up with my old friend Paul, along with Martin Skidmore. I was a bit stressed for a few reasons (not least of which was some truly intolerable problems with the train I was on), but I relaxed after a while and things were pretty good.
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London trip tomorrow. Okay. As long as nothing sinister effs my morale up needlessly, I’ll be making an effort to relax and enjoy myself. I’m… Read More »London Time Again
I’ve been thinking about human interaction a bit. Bad idea. Thinking usually ends up troubling me.
Sometimes, it seems to me that a lot of human interaction is bullshit. You pretend to feel better than you really do whenever possible, pretend to be more interesting than you think you really are, and generally ‘sell’ yourself. I’m absolutely useless at doing this. You’d think, understanding the theory, I might not be quite so pathetic at it—then again, part of the problem is understanding it, because then you start to question its futility or dishonesty and open another massive can of worms. Oboy. Too much time on my hands = too much analysis.
Work situation… a brief rant…
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This entry will smack of tokenism, as it’ll likely be the last one of this year. Best wishes for the new one to those who care.
Since this has become more a book/film comment sort of blog lately (accident not design), I’ll mention a couple of purchases. I took advantage of WHSmith’s sale, picking up the videos of Jeepers Creepers and A.I. (Artificial Intelligence) for £4.49 each. A good deal for a couple of pretty successful 2001 films.
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No updates over Christmas period. I couldn’t be arsed. Actually, I have (yet again) been wondering what purpose this Web site serves at all, and I’m lost for answers. It is something to do when all else fails, yes. I enjoy fiddling with it sometimes. But it doesn’t really say much or do much. It’s just there. Hmmm.
Christmas was quite boring. The television was generally rubbish, so no surprises there. The Only Fools and Horses special was pretty good—somewhat better than last year’s weak effort, anyhow. I OD’d on the soaps a bit, and they were, uh, full of shocks… Jamie died in EastEnders (wow, big surprise), Ray was the stalker in Emmerdale (wow, even bigger surprise), and Richard didn’t kill anyone in Corry (actually, that was a surprise).
The Hound of the Baskervilles film (mentioned here) was fairly good. It wasn’t quite as faithful to the original as had been implied, but I did like it. Although, Richard E. Grant being in it (as Stapleton) made me realise what an absolutely perfect Sherlock Holmes he’d make. Richard Roxburgh’s Holmes was okay, but Grant could have been genuinely great. A missed opportunity.
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