Sometimes- let's face it, even in the cutting and thrusting world of Post Production,
you're left with...how do I say this...fuck all to do. Boredom creeps in, the
empty email in-tray sticks it's fingers up at you, and the processors that are
usually being ridden to hell and back, yawn and settle down for the winter's
hibernation. (eh?) The World Wide Web is about as interesting to visit as
Margate on a wet sunday. Or, in fact, any day. Whatever the weather. All
those private projects you had planned to finish/start/design are as appealing
as Herpes. Your list of analogies in the old school notebook that once seemed an interesting diversion just seem like a broken record. A broken record. A broken record.
Liam gallagher. I know I'm going to upset my colleague Dadi Einerson with
this but I can't help that. Talentless posing git (Liam Gallager not Dadi (Well...)) Pop groups today. I mean
*come on*. In *MY* day you could hear the words and they weren't afraid to
muck in during the war. Like that nice Cliff Richard. Sir Cliff now.
Sir Cliff the Desert Rat.
Damon Bloody Albarn. See above. Especially the bit about upsetting Dadi.
Bjork. Icelandic. Now I happen to share a room with a couple of Icelandics,
the "Britpop King" Dadi and Aron (Who is ok. Talks too much). They don't look
like Eskimos but then they don't sing over-dramatically either. Well, Aron
doesn't. But Bjork? She's got some issues to deal with...oh yes.
Andie McDowell. Horse woman.
Tom Waits. Don't even go there.
Jo Brand. Who doesn't?
Tom Waits. I said don't.
Ian Royce. Git.
Jefferey Archer.
Cally out of "Blake's 7"
Pob
Queen
The Queen
Aqua
Roger Moor...
Carrie Fi...
Bob Dav...
jim Da...
Kev...
St...
R.
And if you want to be like me and hate all and sundry get into the mood by renting some of these classics from Blockbuster (Overpriced corporate bastards that they are) If they haven't been made yet then they should be:
It's a Wonderful Life (Come here and say that to my face)
12 Angry Men Locked in a Cage with Baseball Bats
The Greatest Story Ever Told With a Wired Jaw
The Black Necromancer of Oz (popular sequel)
Seven Blades for Seven Brothers (famous musical)
Hate Story
3 Heads in a Fountain
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Reload
Silence of the Lambs, the Farmer, his Wife, the Cook and his Lover. And Any Pets
Oprah Winfrey, Ricki Lake, et al. I despise these people for showing me a side
of our race that I would rather not acknowledge. "And here's Madelaine Prolapse,
whose husband grew from her own severed finger- and then had an affair with...himself!"
Groan. I've already seen the lowest common denominator. I work in the same room
as Icelandics. "Dried Fishy Treat anyone?".
...Ok, I admit it. The list is endless. Anyone who wants the
full list feel free to email me. Just make sure you have at least a T1 and
2 GB of disk space. Oh, and if you want to join my list just say hello. No, I mean it. That's all it takes these days.
Next month: Something more constructive