Fry-Up Filled Idiot In The Mist
This was my view when I got up yesterday morning. Pretty cool, eh? Well, until you remember that I then needed to pack up a tent and make my way up into that fog. For a second, bloody, day. I was out in the hills with the brother and a mate. Rucksacks crammed with sleeping […]
Stone Tape Shuffle
So this arrived. Iain Sinclair: Stone Tape Shuffle. A collection of readings by Sinclair. It’s got stuff from Lud Heat, Suicide Bridge, Downriver and White Chappell, Scarlet Tracings and was recorded in various places around east London and the City. As well as location noise spill, it’s been mixed with plenty of weird sounds that weave […]
Feeling Polaroid
My new favourite app for the iPhone is ShakeItPhoto which allows you to turn your photos into splendidly crappy and brilliantly retro Polaroid images. I mean, look at these (click for bigger images at Picasa): Aren’t they cool. You can convert images already on your iPhone or, more likely, you can take a photo using […]
Christmas Past
As the wind hurls its more miserable and wetter brother, the rain, against my attic windows, I sit and consider the Christmas season just passed. All in all, it wasn’t too bad. A rather splendid Christmas dinner at my in-laws began the Christmas Waist Expansion in earnest. Over the next few days, much beer was […]
Delicious? Darn tootin’, it’s delicious
Last week, I made some chutney. Just a simple type of affair with some red peppers and a bundle of chillies and stuff. It was the first time I made it but I was pretty sure I’d like it. Stewed it up in a big pot and dipped in with a spoon every now and […]
Amélie
How truly beautiful is this film? Just found it again, showing on one of the C/E/More 4’s. There are not enough good things to say about it. I believe there are those that dislike the film. I can only assume they are morons. How truly beautiful is Audrey Tautou as Amélie? All innocence and […]
Gerry Hayes
I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.
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