The jaywalking of sex crimes
Jun. 27th, 2005 11:16 amThe shade of a willow and delicious CCPs provided a welcome escape from Thursday's heat; I resisted attempts to get me climbing said willow because I had no desire to be barred from what is quite possibly my favourite London pub. These drinks to mark
rentaghost31's London stopover were about as social as my weekend got; there was a small gathering at
ksta's suburban manse on Saturday (complete with a jam session which, astoundingly, was actually fun for spectators too) but otherwise I was pretty much left to my own devices.
On Friday I attended the Antony & the Johnsons concert; when it comes to gay church music, he is the Jesus to the Hidden Cameras' John the Baptist. There's an almost bathetic sadness to *watching* him sing those songs, though, poor sod. He doesn't play his best song, 'Fistful of Love', but I'm still surprised at the couple who brought their small children to this. The songs are sublime, albeit perhaps more so when eyes are closed; still, there's a size to the sound which I don't think you can catch on CD. And the experience of being surrounded by an omnipresent audience humming with which Antony then duets is most novel.
Emmy-Kate Montrose
at Antony; but sod that
so is Marc Almond
On Sunday I went to see the giant desk. As you crest Hampstead Heath, it's amazing; in a gallery this would mean nothing, but out here it is Art. Closer in, it's too obvious that it's made of metal, that it's anchored, that it hasn't just been left here by a titan. Ah well.
Old School isn't quite on a par with the other films by the Ferrell/Stiller/Wilson/Vaughn/That Lot mob. It's too tied to convention, too busy having a plot. There are too many scenes advancing a straight romcom arc for Luke Wilson's character, and in many of these, shamefully, nothing funny happens. Still, hung around this is plenty that's much more like it - in particular, any scene featuring Will Ferrell. Even when the script's not funny, his face is.
Tristram Shandy was one of the first novels, and yet it pulled all manner of narrative tricks whose pale modern emulations still win prizes and plaudits for their novelty and radicalism. Filming it oughtn't to work. Unless you film it like this, with these people involved, in which case I don't think it can fail.
Finally registering with a London GP, I see a poster in the waiting room declaring "Employment improves mental health". Really? Because I've just started the Idler's new issue, 'War on Work', and they quote a Samaritans survey which declares work the single biggest cause of stress. And a British Social Attitudes report which concludes that 60% of British workers are unhappy with their jobs. Unhappiness and stress improve mental health, do they?
On Friday I attended the Antony & the Johnsons concert; when it comes to gay church music, he is the Jesus to the Hidden Cameras' John the Baptist. There's an almost bathetic sadness to *watching* him sing those songs, though, poor sod. He doesn't play his best song, 'Fistful of Love', but I'm still surprised at the couple who brought their small children to this. The songs are sublime, albeit perhaps more so when eyes are closed; still, there's a size to the sound which I don't think you can catch on CD. And the experience of being surrounded by an omnipresent audience humming with which Antony then duets is most novel.
Emmy-Kate Montrose
at Antony; but sod that
so is Marc Almond
On Sunday I went to see the giant desk. As you crest Hampstead Heath, it's amazing; in a gallery this would mean nothing, but out here it is Art. Closer in, it's too obvious that it's made of metal, that it's anchored, that it hasn't just been left here by a titan. Ah well.
Old School isn't quite on a par with the other films by the Ferrell/Stiller/Wilson/Vaughn/That Lot mob. It's too tied to convention, too busy having a plot. There are too many scenes advancing a straight romcom arc for Luke Wilson's character, and in many of these, shamefully, nothing funny happens. Still, hung around this is plenty that's much more like it - in particular, any scene featuring Will Ferrell. Even when the script's not funny, his face is.
Tristram Shandy was one of the first novels, and yet it pulled all manner of narrative tricks whose pale modern emulations still win prizes and plaudits for their novelty and radicalism. Filming it oughtn't to work. Unless you film it like this, with these people involved, in which case I don't think it can fail.
Finally registering with a London GP, I see a poster in the waiting room declaring "Employment improves mental health". Really? Because I've just started the Idler's new issue, 'War on Work', and they quote a Samaritans survey which declares work the single biggest cause of stress. And a British Social Attitudes report which concludes that 60% of British workers are unhappy with their jobs. Unhappiness and stress improve mental health, do they?
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Date: 2005-06-27 10:30 am (UTC)It is a lovely place, isn't it? And quite local for me too. I just hope they'll let me back in!
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Date: 2005-06-27 10:33 am (UTC)Good icon, btw.
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Date: 2005-06-27 10:32 am (UTC)Hmm... Stroud Green Road... are you with Dr Ramnani or Dr Nubi at 157 by any chance?
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Date: 2005-06-27 10:32 am (UTC)Aspirations, obviously.
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Date: 2005-06-27 10:35 am (UTC)I'm aware that our lot aren't exactly the norm, but that's why I quoted national surveys rather than the anecdotal stuff which, in any case, would be implicitly obvious to most of the skiving-off-drudgery readers of this thing.
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Date: 2005-06-27 10:44 am (UTC)I do think there is worth in the EIMH thing; it seems aimed at people who wouldn't be working otherwise... Anyway, I know I'd go nuts if I didn't have something structured to do, which always makes me suspicious when people don't work because of 'depression'. Mine gets worse if I'm at a loose end!
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Date: 2005-06-27 10:49 am (UTC)(though can I just pause to gag at the phrase 'primary care contractors'?)
I'm sure there are people for whom work helps keep them stable. However, given they're often the ones suffering from the Protestant Work Ethic, I think it would be truer to say 'Work alleviates the symptoms of those afflicted by a certain specific form of mental illness'.
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Date: 2005-06-27 10:55 am (UTC)The red-tape-ese was deliberate. ;-)
Hmm, I guess I am a chronic sufferer from the PWE (enough to have had it as an LJ interest for ages) but still. Everyone else is wrong, I tell you.
Everyone else is wrong, I tell you.
Date: 2005-06-27 10:57 am (UTC)Re: Everyone else is wrong, I tell you.
Date: 2005-06-27 11:00 am (UTC)I guess suffering from the PWE is better than suffering from PWEI. THat would just be weird.
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Date: 2005-06-27 11:02 am (UTC)Re: Everyone else is wrong, I tell you.
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Date: 2005-06-27 01:21 pm (UTC)Re: Everyone else is wrong, I tell you.
Date: 2005-06-27 01:42 pm (UTC)Re: Everyone else is wrong, I tell you.
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Date: 2005-06-27 10:54 am (UTC)and also
I got back to discover one of our employees is off on work related stress, so I agree with you now.
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Date: 2005-06-27 03:28 pm (UTC)I guess it's not much fun if you aren't interested in sleeping/reading/listening to music/playing playstation/watching films/general flanerie and such like. But I am.
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Date: 2005-06-27 09:35 pm (UTC)I had relatives visiting to go to Wimbledon on Friday, and was forced to suffer* a meal with them on Thursday night.
*actually, as relatives go, they are alright.
I feel bad to miss you again, bah!
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Date: 2005-06-27 12:37 pm (UTC)I'm tired.
Glasto were ace, though.
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Date: 2005-06-27 12:58 pm (UTC)We were a bit further up the hill, but in a little dip so a river was running RIGHT past the entrance to my tent. Oh dear.
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Date: 2005-06-27 03:24 pm (UTC)Not being familiar with the new Testament and all that gubbins, is this a good or a bad thing?
Personally I am always more likely to want to listen to THC than Tony and the Js.
I keep meaning to buy The Idler but never see it anywhere. Do they sell it in Borders. I picked up two Jerome K Jerome books in one compendium at a charity shop the other week, which will go on the bookshelf of books that look good but I'll probably never read.
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Date: 2005-06-27 03:31 pm (UTC)The Idler should have better distribution on this issue, apparently. I'm fairly sure Borders stocked it already, though whether with Humour or the magazines, I don't know.
"get a job you lazy spungers"
Date: 2005-06-27 05:03 pm (UTC)That being skint and trapped hinders mental health, I can certainly buy. That some people don't know how to entertain themselves when left to their own devices because they've only ever been trained to work rather than educated to live, I also find depressingly plausible.
But neither of these is quite what they're saying on that poster.
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