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For the first time this year, I could walk to the Beautiful & Damned along the Parkland Walk, but my reverie was soon interrupted by posters warning that Haringey Council and TFL want to lay a ten foot wide cycle path. Not that the Green Man seems the sort to allow anything of the sort, but anybody wishing to lend him a hand - the meeting to say them NAY! is at Coleridge School, Crouch End Hill, 7.30pm on May 3rd. Though if the campaign does have a web leg, I can't find it.
The mysterious 'special guests' were a band called The Procession, whose album I eventually realised I'd listened to once and then discarded because it was OK but I'd never listen to it again. Better live, in a Ben Folds sort of way, but still not really appropriate to B&D. Later, we got one Frank Sinazi (who rather polarised opinion, shall we say - personally I thought he should have just done his 'That's Life' reworking 'Third Reich' and then stopped) and a rebel song from Shane MacGowan, which was more the thing.
After a brief stopover in exactly the sort of flat one hopes to find in Highgate, I decided that with the Walk in danger I should maybe make the most of it, so I walked it in the dark for the first time, Equipped myself with the first stout stick I found just in case, then upgraded it to what was essentially a log, but saw no sign of human life. Which in retrospect is possibly because I was a large, angry-looking man in a dinner jacket with a cudgel.
With the freebox finally back in operation after its mystifying sabbatical (maybe its comic needed a circulation spike?), I watched a BBC4 drama, albeit one I taped ages back - Reichenbach Falls. I don't really know the work of Ian Rankin, who came up with the original idea, but it makes perfect sense that the director should have worked on Life on Mars; in so far as one could make something like that programme without ripping it off outright, this is it. Which is to say, it's a cop show intertwined with a genre show, but here the detective's dilemma is that he may be in some sense fictional. Well, obviously he is, but he may be even within his own fictional world. A fine drama, and I'd be saying that even if it didn't have lovely, lovely Nina Sosanya as the detective's new partner.
Even after learning from Neil Gaiman's journal that the son of a writer I like mildly was among the victims, I find myself with little to say regarding the unfortunate events at Virginia Tech. Which is probably for the best, because most commentary on it can be summarised thus.
Popjustice-endorsed pop mag "has bombed in a way nobody connected with it could ever have envisaged", closes after one issue. In happier music news, this Rufus Wainwright interview has all the scandal and secrets one could want, and as such leaves one wondering which is the most dangerous influence: the Wainwright family, or crystal meth?
And finally, is anybody going to see the Indelicates at Nambucca tomorrow?
The mysterious 'special guests' were a band called The Procession, whose album I eventually realised I'd listened to once and then discarded because it was OK but I'd never listen to it again. Better live, in a Ben Folds sort of way, but still not really appropriate to B&D. Later, we got one Frank Sinazi (who rather polarised opinion, shall we say - personally I thought he should have just done his 'That's Life' reworking 'Third Reich' and then stopped) and a rebel song from Shane MacGowan, which was more the thing.
After a brief stopover in exactly the sort of flat one hopes to find in Highgate, I decided that with the Walk in danger I should maybe make the most of it, so I walked it in the dark for the first time, Equipped myself with the first stout stick I found just in case, then upgraded it to what was essentially a log, but saw no sign of human life. Which in retrospect is possibly because I was a large, angry-looking man in a dinner jacket with a cudgel.
With the freebox finally back in operation after its mystifying sabbatical (maybe its comic needed a circulation spike?), I watched a BBC4 drama, albeit one I taped ages back - Reichenbach Falls. I don't really know the work of Ian Rankin, who came up with the original idea, but it makes perfect sense that the director should have worked on Life on Mars; in so far as one could make something like that programme without ripping it off outright, this is it. Which is to say, it's a cop show intertwined with a genre show, but here the detective's dilemma is that he may be in some sense fictional. Well, obviously he is, but he may be even within his own fictional world. A fine drama, and I'd be saying that even if it didn't have lovely, lovely Nina Sosanya as the detective's new partner.
Even after learning from Neil Gaiman's journal that the son of a writer I like mildly was among the victims, I find myself with little to say regarding the unfortunate events at Virginia Tech. Which is probably for the best, because most commentary on it can be summarised thus.
Popjustice-endorsed pop mag "has bombed in a way nobody connected with it could ever have envisaged", closes after one issue. In happier music news, this Rufus Wainwright interview has all the scandal and secrets one could want, and as such leaves one wondering which is the most dangerous influence: the Wainwright family, or crystal meth?
And finally, is anybody going to see the Indelicates at Nambucca tomorrow?
