Tits Vader and the miniature imperialist
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The presence of Kenickie's Marie and Emmy Kate on the decks finally got me along to Cherry Bomb, Bob Stanley's girl pop night. And it's lovely. A really good mix of music, obviously - but also a very friendly atmosphere, with (presumable) regulars who looked awesome but weren't pulling any scenester attitude on those who'd come straight from work. And just the right amount of people to make upstairs at the Betsey feel vibrant, without tipping over into too full. It's moving to Fridays now, and though I can't make May's (it clashes with Soul Mole), June 15th is already in my diary.
Having been infuriated by This Film Is Not Yet Rated's revelations on American film certificates, I was cheered to learn today that one of its villains, Jack Valenti, has died. Which joy was, alas, soon eclipsed by the news that the man who gave us the Monster Mash has also checked out. Ah well, if there was ever someone who was going to have a fair chance of rising from the grave...
(Speaking of the undead, for all that I'm enjoying Buffy Season 8, the idea of Joss Whedon returning to Angel in comics seems like a bad one. For starters, he's co-writing, which seems like the worst of both worlds - canonicity without guaranteed script quality. But even beyond that - the end of TV's Angel was pretty much perfect, even redeeming the distinctly shoddy season it closed. Messing with that, whether motivated by money or a simple inability to let it lie...unwise. Which is not to say I won't at least give it a go)
Not content with already having their claws in the other BBC radio stations, the monotheists make a play for Radio 1.
Contrary to my suspicions that its 'renovation' would be an excuse to better enforce its slave name, I was pleased to see on my Tube home from the pub last night that Gillespie Road station has shiny new tiles up, proudly proclaiming its true identity.
Having been infuriated by This Film Is Not Yet Rated's revelations on American film certificates, I was cheered to learn today that one of its villains, Jack Valenti, has died. Which joy was, alas, soon eclipsed by the news that the man who gave us the Monster Mash has also checked out. Ah well, if there was ever someone who was going to have a fair chance of rising from the grave...
(Speaking of the undead, for all that I'm enjoying Buffy Season 8, the idea of Joss Whedon returning to Angel in comics seems like a bad one. For starters, he's co-writing, which seems like the worst of both worlds - canonicity without guaranteed script quality. But even beyond that - the end of TV's Angel was pretty much perfect, even redeeming the distinctly shoddy season it closed. Messing with that, whether motivated by money or a simple inability to let it lie...unwise. Which is not to say I won't at least give it a go)
Not content with already having their claws in the other BBC radio stations, the monotheists make a play for Radio 1.
Contrary to my suspicions that its 'renovation' would be an excuse to better enforce its slave name, I was pleased to see on my Tube home from the pub last night that Gillespie Road station has shiny new tiles up, proudly proclaiming its true identity.
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Date: 2007-04-29 11:36 pm (UTC)