I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground ( Read more... )

I'm working my way through Space:1999 (series one) for the first time in many, many years. I loved it as a 14-year-old. I was so happy to have some expensive sf to watch that I tried to overlook the hopelessly implausible and astonishingly cumbersome plot device of the whole Moon rushing through the galaxy after being blasted out of Earth's orbit ( Read more... )

As I predicted, I have been offered the part of either Williamson or Aaranow in Glengarry Glen Ross. I am happy with either, but I don't get to choose. For possibly the first time ever I am considered too old for a part: the director wants to cast a younger Williamson if he can. He is hearing two more actors - one older than me, one younger, and if ( Read more... )

Last night I used up my obscenity quota for the year. I auditioned for a role - any role - in Glengarry Glen Ross, David Mamet's deliciously sweary play about desperate, middle-aged salesmen. At last, a part I am built for ( Read more... )

This week is the first anniversary of the report Free Speech is Not for Sale, which highlighted the oppressive nature of English libel law. In short, the law is extremely hostile to writers, while being unreasonably friendly towards powerful corporations and individuals who want to silence critics.

The English libel law is particularly dangerous for ( Read more... )

Just what the world needs, another cheesy YouTube video from me...

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Following on from my previous post, it occurs to me that instead of worrying about my indifference to music I should make efforts to educate myself by actually listening to some. I am unutterably bored with my own horrifying taste in music, so I thought I might try yours instead. You are enormously tasteful, eclectic people who wouldn't be caught ( Read more... )

I was showing my in-laws some HD video that I'd put together last weekend - as you do - and my mother-in-law asked me where I got the music from. The answer was simple: I have so few albums in my collection that I generally use the same half-dozen artists' tracks over and over again. The music is the last thing I think about, and generally just ( Read more... )

Was up all night staring at the back of the toilet door in soul-crushing misery. I blame the Marks & Spencer lemon sole. At least I hope it was that and not the beer. Don't want to return to the alcohol-sensitivity that's plagued me since last November, thank you very much. Not when I've got several boozy weekends lined up. So... a sickie today to ( Read more... )

Now, where was I? Oh yes, I've been away, in a figurative sense, just arseing about on Facebook for a couple of months which has its attractions but I missed LJ, so now I'm back and hope to be a better blogger in future ( Read more... )