It’s November, in case you hadn’t noticed, and that means that all around the world tens of thousands of bored video store clerks, checkout girls and bank tellers are itching to get home and continue with their novel. Why? ‘Cos it’s National Novel Writing Month, that’s why. It’s a damned busy month for those who [...]
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Oct 07
Oct 07
Of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Twenty-three years ago, for one hour a week in the six wintry weeks leading up to Christmas, I sat glued to a televisual feast of magic and mystery. ‘The Box of Delights’ was written by John Masefield in the 1930s and adapted for television by the BBC in 1984, when I was ten and living in the UK.
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Oct 07
Oct 07
Reverse Graffiti
Graffiti art is controversial. Attitudes vary as to the appropriateness of defacing/decorating (based on your point of view) public spaces. Personally I’m a huge supporter. If our public spaces (and lines of sight) are to be auctioned off to the highest bidders – inevitably the fat, sweaty inbred cheerleaders of consumerism like Starbucks and McDonalds – we need subversive graffiti art to provide a counter-argument.
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Oct 07
Oct 07
The Leg…or…You Have Got to be Kidding, Surely…or…Dumb vs. Greedy, Dumb Wins
Mr Whisnant – please do. Please do spend the next couple of years shut away in a room writing a book so we don’t have to listen to the drivel that seems to dribble down your chin every time you open that ghastly mouth of yours. And when you’ve finished, please may I have a copy so I can relieve myself upon it and then burn it without even bothering to open the damn thing – which is just slightly better than I’m sure it would deserve.
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Oct 07
Oct 07
Four More Years
Last night was tough. Five kiwis in a rowdy Oxford English-laden pub standing next to a crew of Frenchmen. We didn’t stick around long after full time. I think it’s the first time I’ve said yelled ‘fuck’ in front of my girlfriend’s mother. And it was the first syllable I groaned as I woke up this morning. Sorry Annette; I’m sure you understand…