

How the new film posters should look - telling the truth.Booze, news and views from a drunken opinionated fool who can't spell very well, may well repeat himself, and can't blame it on dislexia
Got dragged out of bed and out for lunch today to see 'The Family' (those dreaded words!). We all met up in Richmond at The Cross Keys, which was pretty good for the food, but full of old folk (including me). They seem to be doing a roaring trade there, and got more of our greedy mob (although l only had a cheese, onion and mayo sandwich). Good job the table had been booked in advance as there was myself and the FPO, Bill, sue, Anne, Ken, Louise, Dazzer, Nora, and fat head. It wasn't too painful an experience, and it sounds like we are going to be getting some more sloe gin out of it, so alls well etc.
This film (from 2009) is a remake of the 1988 one starring Gary Oldman, which is a hundred times better. It is about the bad boys of West Ham's firm and a young lad who wants to join in and then discovers it's maybe not as glamorous or as much fun as he thought it would be. He starts of idolising Bex, the top boy but then discovers he is not as great as he thought. Pity the film was pretty crap, which surprised me as it was by Nick Love (proper geezer, Millwall fan etc), who also did 'The Football Factory', which was miles better and much more realistic. The film was like one long advert for Fila, Sergio Tacchini and these bad boys below. Ah, took me back a bit, l used to have a fantastic Sergio Tacchini tennis top, if only l could fit into one now......
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What a load of shit (and l don't have to watch this to confirm l am correct)
Toodle pip
This is hilarious - talk about a band trying too hard. The one in the stupid cowboy hat at least looks suitably embarrassed. They have either been set up by their pissed up (and probably blind) stylist or have no idea what they are doing now because they have been hammering the drugs too much. Looking at Johnny Borrell in the photo, l would say it was the latter. 
This picture was on 'The Word' blog, and features a sad bastard like me's storage system for LP's. l was immediately jealous and wished the storage shelves and all the albums belonged to me (as l am a sad bastard), even though l obviously don't know what the albums are (though l could harbour a good guess at most of them). I can't remember who's taken the picture and l certainly can't be bothered looking, but the child is called Paige and it is either his (it is always a man who who has records like this) child or near relation. It would make a great album cover if it was cropped slightly, a childs innocent pleasure playing music against the history of music and the weight of expectation. One day, when l win the lottery, l will have rooms filled up like this (but without the pesky kids). Ah well, one can still dream.
At the moment, myself and the FPO are trying to train Tubbs, (the new indoor rabbit) to jump out of his cage, and also to go to it when he wants a poo or piss. No joy so far, although he is getting slightly better. l think he may be a bit simple, as he even finds it difficult walking on the wooden floor, so he only tends to go to the end of the carpet in the living room. It looks like it may take some time, so in the meantime he is hardly moving and getting fatter by the day. Must have been watching and copying us. Here is what he looks like now (thankfully, that is not Tubbs or the FPO)







Met up with Kerry and Robbo yesterday at The Kings Head, by Roseberry Topping. We thought it would be nice to go there for a meal (for Kerry's birthday) as the views are good and the food has always been pretty nice in the past. The food was still as good as past visits, but it was pretty misty when we arrived, so we couldn't even see Roseberry Topping. A couple of things about the Kings Head though. The menus were just printed A4 bits of paper, and they had no apple sauce for the pork, which l would have thought would be an easy thing to stock, store, and keep tabs on. Very shoddy indeed, which is a shame as that is the sort of memory you come away with, rather than remembering the good bits. Anyway, the view was alright by the time we left, but myself and the FPO had to scadadle away at 3pm as l had to go to work for 4pm. It actually worked out pretty well, as l dropped off the FPO at home, then went straight to work, and arrived dead on 4pm, couldn't have planned it better. Pretty busy at work but l had a break after tea to do another hospital visit, so that broke it up a bit. Called in at Tescos before coming home to stock up on the old vino (it's purely medicinal, for the stress of work). Watched the Manchester United v Birmingham game on football first (5-0 with a Berbatov hat trick), and also saw the documentary on Iron Maiden, which was much better than anticipated, even though neither myself or the FPO are fans. Decided to wait till Sunday for Match of the Day, so l hit the computer for a while instead. Splendid day all round (apart from the work bit of course). Still no bleeding lottery win. Damn!
The only reason l stuck with this film so long is because l like John Cusack, but l gave up after about an hour. It's a political satire, so l did think l might enjoy it. How wrong l was. The best bit was right at the beginning, which raised my hopes for the film, but they were soon dashed. How does it end? Who cares - life's too short (especially the amount l have left).
This is a 2008 film which deals with modern day London, plus a place called Meanwhile City. A girl is doing an art project and a father is trying to find his son. Meanwhile, in Meanwhile city, someone is trying to do a hit on someone. Oh, nearly forgot, someone else (Milo, played by Sam Riley) has been jilted and is trying to find his childhood sweetheart. I watched it all the way through, but can't say l thought much of it. The Meanwhile City backdrops looked great, but that was about the highlight of the film. Not exactly riveting, to say the least.
Although this film did not get very good reviews, l really enjoyed it. It concerns a mob boss, a butcher and a sanitation man in Staten Island (hence the title), and how they all become interlinked in each others lives. A bit like Pulp fiction whereby it went back to the same scene a few times, but from different viewpoints, and although not as good as Pulp Fiction (which is certainly one of my favourite films), it was still an unexpected treat.
Based on the book by Patrick McCabe, this is a comedy/drama following the life of Patrick 'Kitten' Braden (Cillian Murphy) , who was left on a doorstep in Ireland and travels to London to find his mother. It's too long for my liking and therefore drags a bit, but it was a pleasant enough film and a relaxing way to spend a couple of hours. I was surprised to see Bryan Ferry in it (playing a sleazy character - no typecasting then), and l thought Gavin Friday was pretty good as Billy Hatchett (a singer in a glam band - a bit more typecasting). The music chosen in the background was excellent though, certainly took me back to my youth (a long, long time ago).
Just finished this a few minutes ago, and it was a pretty good travel book (South America in 1952 on an old Norton 500) with some funny episodes (and of course, some political views about the peasants being exploited). I didn't know beforehand how much 'Che' suffered from Asthma, and how he enjoyed football so much (he played in goal and was looking forward to seeing a Real Madrid game).
Watched this tonight and it was really good. People are invited as guests to a dinner because there is a competition to see who can bring the biggest idiot (my invite was lost in the post). Pierre Brochant (Thierry Lhermitte) invites Francois Pignon (Jacques Villeret), but foolishly asks him to come to his house first. All sorts of calamities then occur, with lots of twists and turns. Even the FPO liked it.
The FPO got me this at Christmas as l had enjoyed reading Fallada's 'Alone in Berlin' when l was on holiday in Turkey last year. I think the 'Alone' book is written better, but l enjoyed this one more (probably because l can relate to a lot of it). It is about a man (Erwin Sommer) and his descent into alcoholism (although he was apparently unwell beforehand), his anger towards his wife (Magda) and the consequences. It immediately made me want to go out and get some wine (which l did). It was that good.
This l read years ago, but got the urge to buy it again at Christmas (it was going cheap) when l was getting books for my nieces. Re-read it and it was as good as l remembered, an excellent book. Billy Pilgrim gets captured by the Germans in the Second World War, witnesses the bombing of Dresden (as did Vonnegut in real life), and also travels in time. What more could you ask for? A classic.
Read this at Christmas time. It's a screenplay (haven't seen the play) about Dostoevsky trying to finish his novel 'The Gambler' in time to pay off his gambling debts, with a love story thrown in. I didn't realise that it was based on a true tale of Dostoevsky writing the book under such conditions, but hey ho, you live and learn. Didn't think much of it.
The new series started this week and it has been on every night. Bloody hell, it has certainly overstretched itself and lots of it was just rubbish. I didn't like all the imaginary sequences (Dr Who etc) and l definitely do not like the new characters (and Franks new woman and her mother are just plain annoying) . Obviously it is a comedy (and supposedly a biting satire on the state of merry old England), but l only ended up watching the whole weeks worth out of a curiosity to see it through to the bitter end. Also, the new black family would never be living on that estate (he is a teacher) and would not be drinking in the jockey all the time. Count me out for the rest of the series.
This however, was really good. The film (2009) is based on the book by Jon Ronson (2004) and has just the right amount of comedy touches, some of them when least expected. Although l knew of the army experiments, you were still unsure whether George Clooney's character (Lyn Cassady) was deceiving himself, or just plain crackers. The beginning of the film wasn't taped, so although only a short bit was missed at the start, l think l will watch this again to see it all. Much better than l imagined.
Andy Serkis plays Ian Dury in this biop (2010), and plays him superbly. It concentrates on Dury's relationships with his son Baxter (Bill Milner) and Chaz Jankel (Tom Hughes), plus of course the ladies in his life and his handicap (he caught polio when he was swimming as a child). The film shows that Dury could be difficult at times (especially after drink had been taken), but didn't go overboard with this. Also, although Andy Serkis is a really excellent character actor, my Gollum was better than his. We will have to have a Hobbit showdown.
I had high hopes for this film (2009) as l like Jeff Bridges a lot and it had got some great reviews. He won an Oscar for it and his acting was of his usual high standard, but l thought the ending was a bit of a let down and there were some unbelievable scenes in the film which just annoyed me (being handed cheques before a show/losing the kid and not calling the cops from the bar etc).Do you know how gutters weep when it pours down?
Do you know how lost a solitary person feels in the rain?
Each to their own l guess. Maybe l should just start having a life and get into snogging Tubbs more ( l know it's what he wants).
toodle pip
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,
Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,
For they are actions that a man might play:
But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
I repeat the poem here that I wrote at the start of last year.Tried to watch this last night for the first time and yes, l did think it was shite. Didn't hang around for the end of it as life's too short, but did enjoy the recreations of old London town though. Probably reminded me of my early childhood in Bootle.According to the BBC
Men and women have been banned from shaking hands in a district of Somalia controlled by the Islamist group al-Shabab.
Under the ban imposed in the southern town of Jowhar, men and women who are not related are also barred from walking together or chatting in public.
It is the first time such social restrictions have been introduced.
The al-Shabab administration said those who disobeyed the new rules would be punished according to Sharia law.
The BBC's Mohamed Moalimuu in Mogadishu says the penalty would probably be a public flogging.
This is great news.The sooner it happens here the better. It will stop me getting pestered by the ladies and having to be nice to females, freeing up my precious time to go drinking and bonding with the lads.Don't just flog them though, that's being too kind. Stone them!
toodle pip
Back to work tomorrow/today after the nice long break this week. Can't say l am looking forward to it, bound to be loads of work to do and l also know l have to go to a meeting at Northallerton hospital tomorrow. l am sure there will be problems to solve as soon as l walk through the door in the morning until l leave in the evening (it's also a long day at work tomorrow - 12 hours).
This was a Christmas present from Robbo, sex drugs and rock and roll all the way (and l don't even like Motley Crue). A bit repetitive but amazing the kind of lifestyle that he was living at the time. Of course he was fucked up from his childhood and has now discovered God and sobriety, but what a life he had (Nikki, not Robbo).
Another book about drugs, wild times and being way out there with your buddy. I read it again just before Christmas and also bought it for Robbo as one of his Christmas presents. I guess we had the same kind of idea regarding the books as he had got me the Nikki Sixx one (see above). This is a classic, a mad episode covering a race in the desert and a police conference in Vegas, and thus inventing Gonzo journalism. The DVD is pretty good as well, l can relate to the acid trips etc as l used to be wilder when l was younger. Now it's boring old fart time, which is probably why myself and Robbo thought of these books, it reminds us of a happy, carefree, drug filled time of exploration and buddyship. Happy days.