Friday, 26 August 2011

I can't be expected to think of a title every time.


Well I have been utterly distracted, doing this doing that, thinking then not thinking. Why is it that I can think for hours and then take action without thinking? I’m sure there must be a short stage of panic between the thought and the action, which clears the brain of short-term memory or some such nonsense.

But what have you been busy with? I hear my avid fans screeching at their computer screens.

Well I have been planning and organising the little short film which here I mentioned some time ago.

This is not me
It is a little film in reaction to the recent riots (ooooh topical) about the left clashing with the right and the outcome of thoughtless reactionary action.

Much like my organisation skills. 


Well as it stands I have actors, a set, a camera and enthusiastic people to help – I am a little short on half a costume, I keep using google and then remembering that I can’t have anything delivered before Monday.

So I am going to have to face facts and admit that I am going to have to walk around town.

I call on any weather witches out there to hold of the rain between 4 and 6:30 tonight please just let me know what sacrifices I have to make.

Friday, 19 August 2011

Give me a ladder and I’ll give you the moon

I bet you thought you’d gotten rid of me didn’t you? I bet you thought that ultimately mild lethargy and a deep seated sense of ennui would get to me and prevent my genius being blogged around and about these pages!

Well I have never been so insulted in my life!
The truth is Mr/Mrs/Miss/Ms/Rev/Prof or whatever your title is, I have been otherwise engaged with activities of such a thrilling nature that talking to the worldwide interweb nation online thingy has been pushed to the bottom of a list of rather pressing priorities and engagements.
I’ve been to a pub don’t you know and other some such places where people of a creative inclination talk about very intellectual things. Mostly they have been jabbering on about that there violence of the oppressed masses what can’t afford trainers from footlocker and have suppressed this rage until it can no longer be suppressed and it takes a tincy wincy ickle thing like the police allegedly shooting the head off a guy while he was face down on the ground (the police can pretty much do whatever the hell they like as long as they place the word ‘allegedly’ somewhere around about it for long enough and hope that everyone forgets what happened... allegedly) to kick everything off.
So in the spirit of spontaneity and unpredictability I have decided to write a little film about the whole reaction to the whole thing from the crazy right and the just as crazy left and smashing them together in a big smashy pot of opinionated excitement.
I’ll tell all you fascinated readers far more when I have the time and inclination.
Now go away.