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Aug. 5th, 2005 12:38 pmThat's two Piccadilly trips I've taken now and I must admit, I was bloody glad there was a pint at the end of the first one. Electrogogo...it may simply be that I wasn't in the mood for it last night, but I don't think it's for me. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
missfrost says it's not normally that crowded, but it had that typical Central London clubbing mix of a few cool people and genuinely astonishing costumes with haggard clubland survivors, try-hards and random backpackers. The music was a good synth-based mix (albeit perhaps a little one-note, and with a few too many remixes) and the first live act was promising - she looked like suicideally, she was covering 'The Model' and she was accompanied by several poledancers, one with a unicorn's head. This, I realise with glee, is the sort of thing my mum pictures when I mention Soho. But then the Ping Pong B1tches come on...I saw them years ago, coming on like an even more desperate to shock Lolita Storm, and I was hoping against hope that they might have matured in the meantime. Instead, they've just stopped sounding like Digital H@rdc0re and started sounding like Republica out-takes.
Poptimism aside, I think it'll take a lot to get me clubbing in the centre again.
( ARGH )
Nearing the end of Psmith Journalist, I realise what's been unsettling me - this is a Wodehouse protagonist who genuinely cares about corruption and the condition of the poor, who wasn't just adopting it as the pose it seemed to be in Mike and Psmith, who isn't just doing it to impress a girl. And then the further realisation hits - he couldn't be doing it to impress a girl, because I don't think there's been a female speaking part in the whole novel.
Many of you will only know Bill Savage from my "dirty volgans" icon. Suffice to say that he was the star of Invasion, a strip which appeared in the first year of 2000AD (beginning before even Judge Dredd) and was a hero in the resistance when Britain was invaded by thinly-disguised Russians. The strip has recently been resurrected by 2000AD veteran Pat Mills, and some of what he's done has been excellent - he's explained why they're called Volgans, for starters, and generally painted quite an evocative picture of Britain under the neo-Stalinist jackboot. But in the new run, which began this week, he has seriously mis-stepped. To have a lairy trucker quote Leonard Cohen seemed a bit unlikely - but to reveal that the Volgans were allied with Britain's aristocracy? I know you hate the ruling classes, Pat, but that simply doesn't make sense.
Still, John Smith and Paul Marshall are back together for space censorship epic Leatherjack in the same issues, and that alone's enough to keep me reading.
missfrost says it's not normally that crowded, but it had that typical Central London clubbing mix of a few cool people and genuinely astonishing costumes with haggard clubland survivors, try-hards and random backpackers. The music was a good synth-based mix (albeit perhaps a little one-note, and with a few too many remixes) and the first live act was promising - she looked like suicideally, she was covering 'The Model' and she was accompanied by several poledancers, one with a unicorn's head. This, I realise with glee, is the sort of thing my mum pictures when I mention Soho. But then the Ping Pong B1tches come on...I saw them years ago, coming on like an even more desperate to shock Lolita Storm, and I was hoping against hope that they might have matured in the meantime. Instead, they've just stopped sounding like Digital H@rdc0re and started sounding like Republica out-takes. Poptimism aside, I think it'll take a lot to get me clubbing in the centre again.
( ARGH )
Nearing the end of Psmith Journalist, I realise what's been unsettling me - this is a Wodehouse protagonist who genuinely cares about corruption and the condition of the poor, who wasn't just adopting it as the pose it seemed to be in Mike and Psmith, who isn't just doing it to impress a girl. And then the further realisation hits - he couldn't be doing it to impress a girl, because I don't think there's been a female speaking part in the whole novel.
Many of you will only know Bill Savage from my "dirty volgans" icon. Suffice to say that he was the star of Invasion, a strip which appeared in the first year of 2000AD (beginning before even Judge Dredd) and was a hero in the resistance when Britain was invaded by thinly-disguised Russians. The strip has recently been resurrected by 2000AD veteran Pat Mills, and some of what he's done has been excellent - he's explained why they're called Volgans, for starters, and generally painted quite an evocative picture of Britain under the neo-Stalinist jackboot. But in the new run, which began this week, he has seriously mis-stepped. To have a lairy trucker quote Leonard Cohen seemed a bit unlikely - but to reveal that the Volgans were allied with Britain's aristocracy? I know you hate the ruling classes, Pat, but that simply doesn't make sense.
Still, John Smith and Paul Marshall are back together for space censorship epic Leatherjack in the same issues, and that alone's enough to keep me reading.
