Some
Hill, Huntly. March, 2005. (Map)
Watching Rob Brydon in a
dramatisation of Kenneth Tynan’s life… all you need know is the title; “In
Praise of Hardcore”. Tynan made a huge smell, a mockery of establishment, when
he fired off the word Fuck, in The Observer – in the early 60s as theatre
critic. The program
itself is muck more than that of course – it’s the personal story – he was a
really interesting fellow, and I have no issue in stating he was/is a personal
hero – okay, inspiration at
least.He talked in brief
statements, like speaking stuck-up film reviews – but he was convincing (in
early TV recordings and his writing)
and mindblowingly clever, and more… Anyway, this programme is on BBC 4 – which
is growing on me, and thank goodness because I don’t think it’ll be around if
Tessa Jowell get’s her
way.Another great show on
BBC 4 is “Death on the Staircase”, which is probably a blend of drama
documentary and reality-TV. It’s a good blend, and although I’ve not seen the
final episode (this week) I think it’s going to be gratifying from a
down-my-nose at you Yanks kind of way. Condescending. Is it over-condescending
of me to presume a show as great as “Don’t Watch That, Watch This” a sort of
hybrid Radio 4 idea, think “The Sunday Format”, “The Now Show” and a little
“Dead Ringers”. Bremner Bird and John Fortune are in it- with really great VT
work – editing retro footage of Churchill into a DJ rapper (less than
seamlessly) was more than
funny.Sadly, Radio 4
isn’t doing too well these days. In as far as it’s comedy output goes I’ve tuned
out of the 6:30 slot – and even “Just A Minute” is lacking. At least “Any
Questions?” is still a laugh a minute, especially when hosted in the
provinces.Back to
Tynan;
Art is a private thing, the
artist makes it for himself; a
comprehensible work is the product of a
journalist.We need works that are strong,
straight, precise, and forever beyond
understanding.
On discovery of the Flickr Group
“BinaryBonsai”
I’ve been further inspired by Mr. Heilemann to
start a support
forum for anyone who’s
ready to begin murmurings on subjects like Coppola’s CSS, installation issues,
Kalamazootopia’s menu system or the
like.I hope you find the
time to include a screenshot of your Coppola’ings. Please include a link back so
we can all enjoy. If you’ve made modifications, why not start a thread in the
(sparse)
Forum?Whats-more,
I’ve finished the readme, for a sneak-peak click
here.
What are you talking about, 19. No no, you’ve got it all wrong, I’m 18 in 11 days not 19 *false Basil Fawlty amused laugh*. So Rebecca, Quincy and I were walking down the street, after being kicked out ofthe Kill Bill 2 Screening at “The Belmont” (a pretentious as any “art-house” cinema in Aberedeen) when Quincy starts to go over the plan, the routine, he’llpull to obtain a ticket – and entry to the (very strict about letting 17 year olds into an 18) cinema; the
Lighthouse.The plan is – Quincy will remove his school tie (Belmont guy didn’t get this kitschy fashion statement) and he will obtain the manner of a 20 year old “aw, I’m so hungover and so poor – I’m a student of a university y’know”. Anyway, Rebecca says something about his “school” bag giving it all away, and I agree – throwing in my 10c I tell Quincy I’ll take his schoolbag, it’ll be just fine.Rebecca barked at me “Why? Do you think you’re so obviously over 18 Callum!?”. I liked Saunder’s barkings, not in a weird way – like a clever young mother on the edge of her troublesome two’s kicking off into a “awww, I wanna see some Tarrantino arse kicking”, she’d disarm a pretentious conversation, de-rhetoric your words. Her retorts we’re always on time and always of value (this is starting to sound vaguely obituary-like isn’t it). No matter how much I enjoyed replaying her words through the Dictaphone (joke, that’s a joke) that is / was my 6th year mind. So – anyway, I explain to Rebecca I have ID. Whats-more I am 18. Now, Rebecca gave me a wink-less nod, “so you have fake ID?”.I am 18 I explained. In 11 days, officially (yuck) I’m 19. This is a sad birthday, it may be the first I’m not
looking forward to. What got me though my 16th was Julia’s (completely unexpected) break-time party for 6 we had at the ‘old-school Insch table”. 17th- I had new friends and a new love for Jack Daniel’s and air weapons – which both played there part to a small degree in the humour of that night. 18th, I think I maintained silence enough to be missed by most my friends, but a recycled 18th button and a home-made card made it all
okay. Sara Daniel, Louisa and I share the same Birthday weekend, we are (in) the oldest aged kids on the block back in old-school times. That was fun, and the recycled buttons (for two or three years) came from Louisa, last year we had champagne at Rebecca’s (photos online somewhere) and free-periods in the afternoon. Life was indeed, simple.19. We have agreed to boycott the age 19, personally I’m setting up for a car, word-travel and a wife
by age 25, I’d rather skip the years 19-24 if that’s okay with you. I guess we’re (clitch??d in our ways) bored with growing older, being reminded of
responsibilities, deadlines, money and tax. It’s all dreadfully dull, but you can’t, and I won’t, get stuck in nostalgia. With a passion for living, even just in this 2D word of photography, it’s amazing how easy it is to fall into a belief that things don’t have to change, this is a common Scottish pasttime, it
is the death of civilisation, when concrete sets. When we deny death it’s place, put a sword on a podium, close the gates. It makes me sad. I’m not afraid of the future but getting there’s going to be a bugger.
There’s a space after every entry.
This is not a CSS issue, and the code in “Layout > Show Navigation Editor” is
fine, it’s space-less. For no reason iBlog is creating a space after every
category name in the navigation bar. You explain it, I can’t. Although I’m
working on a hack.
