Heh, my leaving do for work last night was the crappiest leaving do ever. Only three other people turned up, and halfway through Tony quit in protest over Mick's new file maintainance policy. According to Mick he's done this about three times before. Maybe there'll be a better leaving do for him next week? Then again, maybe there won't ( Read more... )

While scanning the video for 'Pull Shapes' by The Pipettes, looking for easily copiable dance moves, I noticed that just after Rosay ungrammatically claims "I like to hip-hop", the camera actually cuts to a black guy nodding his approval, like Stephen Colbert's black friend Alan. That's a bit disconcerting ( Read more... )

Michael Winterbottom's Thomas Hardy adaptation Jude, in five minutes. Brilliant! (Oh, and not work safe. C'mon, it's a series of scenes from a Michael Winterbottom film. What exactly do you think it's going to be like?)

If you've seen Baise-Moi, Ichi the Killer, Irreversible, A Ma Souer! or House on the Edge of the Park - really, any of those ( Read more... )

I fear that my copy of We Love Life, the best Pulp album ever according to a poll of me, may be lost forever, spirited away to whatever cold wasteland swallowed my 2 Many DJs compilation and Portishead's Dummy. The latter, I must admit, I have no desire to buy again. It's brilliant, but its continual use as background music for This Sodding ( Read more... )

Actually, this LJ entry is not a 17th-century anti-Catholic screed. I just liked that title ( Read more... )