Sunday, February 25, 2007

short films

To Bafta on Friday to see all the winning and shortlisted shorts and animations from this year's awards. Like all these showcase-y things it was a really mixed bag which confirmed my opinion that like websites, short films are usually more fun to make than to watch...


Yet one has haunted me for the whole weekend - Corinna Faith's almost unbearably moving drama Care. Small, simple, totally true and uncompromising it features an extraordinary performance by Peter Vaughan. Even in his chiselled old age he has an air of menace about him. Brilliant.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

separated at birth

Watching telly last night I was struck by Mandy's close resemblance to the Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz... and we all know what his problem was...


Sunday, February 18, 2007

sweet vauxhall

I'm too old, too wasp, too middle-class and just too busy to understand what motivates graffiti artists to risk life and limb in pursuit of their thing... but I often love their work and (yes, yes, I know it's illegal) it so often makes a dull place interesting. I used to pass this one at Vauxhall every day on my way to work and it's still as striking as the first day I saw it. Whoever created it I just want them to know that I really appreciate this free gift and I'm glad the London Transport Police haven't been able to get their bleach on it.

Can't get Jamie Lidell's Multiply out of my head today. He deserves to be a big star.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

apparently a whole year has gone by...

...since that lovely day in Brighton that Brian has just recalled on his blog. It was a perfect day out and the pay off was being able to sit in a comfy bar on the pier watching the starlings doing their thing for nearly an hour. I don't really remember what the music was playing in the bar but now, of course, whenever I see starlings I think of lager and Hard-Fi's Living for the Weekend.

So what on earth have I done with the whole year that's gone by since that day? Not much clearly - Venice, Spain, a bit of blogging, grown lemons and olives, family things, driving, worrying.... but nothing much really to show for 365 days. i could get all gloomy about futility and the passing of time but I think I shall go and watch telly instead. I wonder if Bill Oddie's on?

Saturday, February 03, 2007

grumpy old dream

Last night I had a vivid dream in which I had been invited to lunch with Will Self in his gracious home. There were sixteen other people there all eating noodles at a big square table and as we were tucking in Mick Jagger strolled through the French windows and invited Will to join his jamming session in an adjoining room. They went off and while I could hear them playing I couldn't find them so I drifted into the kitchen and started doing the washing up...

I never think about Will Self during daylight hours. I've never read anything by him either so God knows why he popped up in my dream yet here's the thing that has been bugging me all day... when I woke up and put the radio on who should be guesting on Today? It was none other than Will Self. Hmmmmm....