In which everything is a bit puzzling
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It's not often I find myself wishing PG Wodehouse books had footnotes, but as I sat reading the first Blandings in the twilight of Stationer's Park, I found myself deeply puzzled. A young lady suggests to the protagonist that if he looks at the ads in the paper, he may find something more congenial than the job he hates. He looks, but is disappointed to find only a series of philanthropists, keen to share their fortunes. How is that a bad thing? Was this the 1915 equivalent of a Nigerian email scam?
I've already mentioned that, given the acclaim Alan Bleasdale's received as a social realist, I was surprised to find less moral ambiguity in his GBH than in Torchwood: Children of Earth. I'm now more than halfway through GBH and would further add that Torchwood was much more psychologically realistic in its portrayal of how power corrupts, and how the struggles of political entities destroy the little human lives caught between them. But what really astonished me was that Children of Earth also had significantly less Doctor Who fanw@nk than GBH, in whose fourth episode crucial scenes in a hotel take place against the background of a fan convention, with drunken Earth Reptiles and Cybermen cavorting around, and eventually a Dalek pulling Polly while chanting "FOR-NI-CATE'.
I'm still watching, mind. It may be a pantomime, but Robert Lindsay and Michael Palin are giving such performances that it still compels.
Even in this age of reunions and reissues, I never thought 2009 would find me writing about Angelica, not least because I was never that bothered about them in the first place. But lo and behold, the headliners at last night's 18 Carat Love Affair gig (not entirely convinced by the whole drummer-in-front-of-stage idea, though I appreciate their reasoning) were the Angelica singer's new band. Just her and a drummer, who had a bike basket on the front of his kit, and a harness thing with recorders in so he could blow and drum at the same time. At one stage she hit the drums too with what appeared to be a skipping rope. Yes, they were fairly twee, as it happens. If you wish to investigate further, they're called The Lovely Eggs.
On Monday, in a charity shop, for 99p (well, a quid since they had no pennies) I found a copy of the old Neil Gaiman-conceived shared-world anthology The Weerde: Book of the Ancients. Which has an early Charles Stross story* I fancied rereading, and which I also knew was worth rather more than a quid. This copy was further signed by one of the authors, Liz Holliday, "To Alison, with thanks".
Between the pages of the Stross story, I found an autumn leaf. On which, in silver ink, "To Jess, Happy Xmas, love from Alison".
Now I don't think I can bear for it to be passed on again. Which is why, among the careers closed to me, is that of eBay trader.
*Interesting to read something of his from 1993, before he could write about the internet and expect anyone to have a clue what he was talking about. Yet his 'Red, Hot & Dark' nicely prefigures the Laundry books, with its intersection of ancient horrors, bureaucracy and espionage. Some of the themes of 'The Missile Gap' are here too, in particular the idea of communism as another preconception about the world which can be shattered by alien contact.
I've already mentioned that, given the acclaim Alan Bleasdale's received as a social realist, I was surprised to find less moral ambiguity in his GBH than in Torchwood: Children of Earth. I'm now more than halfway through GBH and would further add that Torchwood was much more psychologically realistic in its portrayal of how power corrupts, and how the struggles of political entities destroy the little human lives caught between them. But what really astonished me was that Children of Earth also had significantly less Doctor Who fanw@nk than GBH, in whose fourth episode crucial scenes in a hotel take place against the background of a fan convention, with drunken Earth Reptiles and Cybermen cavorting around, and eventually a Dalek pulling Polly while chanting "FOR-NI-CATE'.
I'm still watching, mind. It may be a pantomime, but Robert Lindsay and Michael Palin are giving such performances that it still compels.
Even in this age of reunions and reissues, I never thought 2009 would find me writing about Angelica, not least because I was never that bothered about them in the first place. But lo and behold, the headliners at last night's 18 Carat Love Affair gig (not entirely convinced by the whole drummer-in-front-of-stage idea, though I appreciate their reasoning) were the Angelica singer's new band. Just her and a drummer, who had a bike basket on the front of his kit, and a harness thing with recorders in so he could blow and drum at the same time. At one stage she hit the drums too with what appeared to be a skipping rope. Yes, they were fairly twee, as it happens. If you wish to investigate further, they're called The Lovely Eggs.
On Monday, in a charity shop, for 99p (well, a quid since they had no pennies) I found a copy of the old Neil Gaiman-conceived shared-world anthology The Weerde: Book of the Ancients. Which has an early Charles Stross story* I fancied rereading, and which I also knew was worth rather more than a quid. This copy was further signed by one of the authors, Liz Holliday, "To Alison, with thanks".
Between the pages of the Stross story, I found an autumn leaf. On which, in silver ink, "To Jess, Happy Xmas, love from Alison".
Now I don't think I can bear for it to be passed on again. Which is why, among the careers closed to me, is that of eBay trader.
*Interesting to read something of his from 1993, before he could write about the internet and expect anyone to have a clue what he was talking about. Yet his 'Red, Hot & Dark' nicely prefigures the Laundry books, with its intersection of ancient horrors, bureaucracy and espionage. Some of the themes of 'The Missile Gap' are here too, in particular the idea of communism as another preconception about the world which can be shattered by alien contact.
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Date: 2009-07-22 11:59 am (UTC)Have I complained to you yet about how someone who was four years below me at Pembroke is playing Loki in the upcoming film? Sob.
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Date: 2009-07-22 12:00 pm (UTC)Fucking geek.
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Date: 2009-07-22 12:10 pm (UTC)Thor. Thaw, more like.
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Date: 2009-07-22 10:44 am (UTC)I was expecting something where two apparently good but flawed men, both with valid points, found themselves in tragic opposition. Instead, it's made clear right from the start that Lindsay is a dangerous nutjob and utter bastard, while Palin is stronger than he thinks and an all-round good egg. Unless there's a reversal coming in which Palin suddenly starts bumming the special needs children, but somehow I doubt it.
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Date: 2009-07-22 09:30 pm (UTC)Talking charity shops and 90s indie....the other day I saw a Fluffy CD in Oxfam. (Viewing the cover, I was surprised at how aesthetically boring they were).
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Date: 2009-07-23 09:09 am (UTC)I think there can be something lovely in an inscribed gift, the memories it brings back when you come across it yourself - but yes, I suppose if it's at all mischosen, there does come an element of emotional blackmail too. Still, the main reason I so seldom do it is fear that they might already have the item and wish to trade in the new one for something else.
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Date: 2009-07-22 10:32 pm (UTC)I attended my first and last Labour conference while it was all kicking off and Kinnock had just begun to worm out the loony left. I went to see Billy Bragg and Derek Hatton went too, flanked by two police officers as bodyguards. No other MP in attendance, including front benchers had any security; his paranoia had clearly reached Lindsay-esque proportions.
Phil Jupitus was the MC for the evening. That's incidental to the story.
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Date: 2009-07-23 09:12 am (UTC)This is the first Bleasdale I've seen - or at least the first one I've consciously watched, I'd be surprised if there'd never been any on in the background when I was a kid (was Yosser from one of his?), so I am going here from the consensus summary of the guy (ie my own vague conceptions, bolstered by Wikipedia).
It's works better as farce than realism, this last episde I watched (the fourth) in particular. But still, it's terribly dark for a farce. I mean, we never saw Roderick Spode's thugs actually kicking any immigrants in...
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Date: 2009-07-23 09:22 am (UTC)I was a big fan but he's unavoidably an 80s writer, when it felt important to have dramas on telly pointing out that bad things were bad. Blackstuff is the classic but I think you could probably get all you needed from best bits on YouTube. I loved Scully as a kid but don't know how it would stand up now. It had Elvis Costello in it as a mental.
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Date: 2009-07-23 09:43 am (UTC)What surprises me with GBH is the degree to which it goes along, albeit I presume not deliberately, with a hardcore Tory analysis of bad things being bad - Labour leaders are interested in power not the real working man, trade unions are rentamobs, and even apparent police brutality is in fact the result of false flag operations by commies.
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Date: 2009-07-23 10:04 am (UTC)I went to the Tolpuddle Martyrs festival at the weekend. It was really odd seeing so many conflicting beliefs at a pro-unionism/leftist event. I saw people with Vote Labour stickers, which seemed completely absurd since the same party are currently abusing anti-terror legislation in pretty much the same way as the Martyrs were stitched up under the Combination Acts.
Then there were tons of pro-Cuba delusionists, old school 'honest working man' types (like my cousin and his Post Office mates) and then Billy Bragg heading it up - a man who now campaigns for the Liberals in order to keep the BNP out of his district.
I didn't know who to march for!
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