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alexsarllBrilliant word discovery of the weekend: 'pratagonist'. Sadly, I'm fairly sure that its appearance in an Observer review was a typo, because the piece had another on the next line which definitely was, but recognising a good mistake as valid is the sort of thing Oblique Strategies encourages, so I'm having it. I'm reading a noir book at the moment where at least one of the three leads is a definite pratagonist.
Big weekend! A Cheeze & Whine where I was strangely close to sober(ish) for all the hits, but then also three birthdays where I was not. Fine parties all, but also wonderful moments en route. On Saturday, listening to the new Hold Steady as I turned into Clissold Park, just as Craig Finn exhaustedly advises "You can't get every girl, you get the ones you love the most", I looked up and saw the rainbow. And on Sunday, crossing Finsbury Park, a very excitable puppy, who had clearly not been out on his lead before and thus found its falling-over possibilities most fun, decided to make friends with me while my earphones played, of all things, the Indelicates' 'Stars'.
I had expected Saturday's Doctor Who to be an improvement on Part One and, while the first third had some customary Chibnallisms on the surface, after that it impressed me by quite how old Who it was. They even had the escape/run around corridors/recapture sequence! At the same time, that glorious darkness in showing parental instincts as the thing which make some humans so very much less than the best. Oh, they may have had a shoddy redesign, but I've missed the Earth Reptiles - like the Ice Warriors, a rare case where Who's monsters don't sit in uneasy tension with its message of tolerance of the other and always judging by individuals' actions.
Plus: Amy single without being given loads of angst into the bargain. Result.
Because I am an addict, I also watched The Masque of Mandragora, which I had never seen before and which is up legally and in full on Youtube. Some shoddy effects and half-arsed acting even for the time, but when an idea hits him and he curses not having realised sooner, you can really see how Tom Baker grows up to become Matt Smith.
Big weekend! A Cheeze & Whine where I was strangely close to sober(ish) for all the hits, but then also three birthdays where I was not. Fine parties all, but also wonderful moments en route. On Saturday, listening to the new Hold Steady as I turned into Clissold Park, just as Craig Finn exhaustedly advises "You can't get every girl, you get the ones you love the most", I looked up and saw the rainbow. And on Sunday, crossing Finsbury Park, a very excitable puppy, who had clearly not been out on his lead before and thus found its falling-over possibilities most fun, decided to make friends with me while my earphones played, of all things, the Indelicates' 'Stars'.
I had expected Saturday's Doctor Who to be an improvement on Part One and, while the first third had some customary Chibnallisms on the surface, after that it impressed me by quite how old Who it was. They even had the escape/run around corridors/recapture sequence! At the same time, that glorious darkness in showing parental instincts as the thing which make some humans so very much less than the best. Oh, they may have had a shoddy redesign, but I've missed the Earth Reptiles - like the Ice Warriors, a rare case where Who's monsters don't sit in uneasy tension with its message of tolerance of the other and always judging by individuals' actions.
Plus: Amy single without being given loads of angst into the bargain. Result.
Because I am an addict, I also watched The Masque of Mandragora, which I had never seen before and which is up legally and in full on Youtube. Some shoddy effects and half-arsed acting even for the time, but when an idea hits him and he curses not having realised sooner, you can really see how Tom Baker grows up to become Matt Smith.
