Thursday, January 24, 2008
No death talk this evening. Instead I want to write about a bully, the disgusting thing he said at lunch today, and the fact that I shamefully said nothing when I definitely should have said something.
There are two guys in my office. Their names are John Rodent and Phil Dodd. Phill Dodd is being bullied by John Rodent.
Phil Dodd is an amiable guy. Big, overweight, clumsy and kind of naive. He is that that legendary thing: An innocent man. He likes to laugh, has a childlike sense of humour, takes joy in his life and is easy to wind up, if you are that way inclined. I like Phil a lot. I certainly don't think he is the sharpest tool in the box, but he is a genuinely nice and kind man. Nothing hidden or deceitful about him at all. It would be very easy to laugh at him. I try to take great care to laugh with him.
John Rodent is a very clever man. Kind of... er... rodent like. Stick thin, moneyed, sharp, a go-getter with the kind of arrogance that sometimes goes with that. Somebody told John a long time ago that he was funny and I think that he feels to need to prove his funniness with every-single-fucking-word that comes out of his mouth. It's a bit much when everything you say to John is used a material for some oh-so-clever bit of word play or a witty quip. It's so tiresome to constantly have to watch everything that you say. (Of course I am a sarcastic fucker when I want to be, and if John says something to me, then yer Pynchon is going to say something back.)
John Rodent looks at Phil Dodd like he is subhuman and treats him as such. He takes the piss out of him. He berates him in front of everybody, and gives full flow to some really offensive comments.
Phil is going to be a Father. He announced it last week. Of course there was fun to be had. ("Who's the father, Phil?" and "Your girlfriend didn't tell me she was pregnant the last time I was in bed with her".)
Phil is made up about the prospect about being a Father. I have never seen a man as happy. The only sad thing, that we found out today in fact, is that Phil's Girlfriend's Mother has recently died. It happened so recently, in fact, that the funeral still has not taken place. I think it is next week.
And upon hearing this, John said, "Did she die because the sign painter in your little town didn't want to change the population number sign?"
You what?
Silence.
Phil looked at John and said, "That's not funny", gathered up his sandwich and left.
Silence.
The guy sitting next to me looked at John, looked at me, got up and left. The girl sitting next to John frowned and carried on eating. Slowly. Somebody else shook their head and looked at nothing.
I looked at John, said, "I have to go" and I went.
I caught up with Phil on the stairs.
"He's a twat. Fuck him."
"Thanks, but don't worry about it", said Phil.
But I do, because I should have said something at the table where everybody could have heard me.
Indecent, disgusting and callous man. I hope John never loses anybody.
Fucking bully.
There are two guys in my office. Their names are John Rodent and Phil Dodd. Phill Dodd is being bullied by John Rodent.
Phil Dodd is an amiable guy. Big, overweight, clumsy and kind of naive. He is that that legendary thing: An innocent man. He likes to laugh, has a childlike sense of humour, takes joy in his life and is easy to wind up, if you are that way inclined. I like Phil a lot. I certainly don't think he is the sharpest tool in the box, but he is a genuinely nice and kind man. Nothing hidden or deceitful about him at all. It would be very easy to laugh at him. I try to take great care to laugh with him.
John Rodent is a very clever man. Kind of... er... rodent like. Stick thin, moneyed, sharp, a go-getter with the kind of arrogance that sometimes goes with that. Somebody told John a long time ago that he was funny and I think that he feels to need to prove his funniness with every-single-fucking-word that comes out of his mouth. It's a bit much when everything you say to John is used a material for some oh-so-clever bit of word play or a witty quip. It's so tiresome to constantly have to watch everything that you say. (Of course I am a sarcastic fucker when I want to be, and if John says something to me, then yer Pynchon is going to say something back.)
John Rodent looks at Phil Dodd like he is subhuman and treats him as such. He takes the piss out of him. He berates him in front of everybody, and gives full flow to some really offensive comments.
Phil is going to be a Father. He announced it last week. Of course there was fun to be had. ("Who's the father, Phil?" and "Your girlfriend didn't tell me she was pregnant the last time I was in bed with her".)
Phil is made up about the prospect about being a Father. I have never seen a man as happy. The only sad thing, that we found out today in fact, is that Phil's Girlfriend's Mother has recently died. It happened so recently, in fact, that the funeral still has not taken place. I think it is next week.
And upon hearing this, John said, "Did she die because the sign painter in your little town didn't want to change the population number sign?"
You what?
Silence.
Phil looked at John and said, "That's not funny", gathered up his sandwich and left.
Silence.
The guy sitting next to me looked at John, looked at me, got up and left. The girl sitting next to John frowned and carried on eating. Slowly. Somebody else shook their head and looked at nothing.
I looked at John, said, "I have to go" and I went.
I caught up with Phil on the stairs.
"He's a twat. Fuck him."
"Thanks, but don't worry about it", said Phil.
But I do, because I should have said something at the table where everybody could have heard me.
Indecent, disgusting and callous man. I hope John never loses anybody.
Fucking bully.
Labels: Sad
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Lorraine has just phoned. She has got to her destination safely.
Do I need to write about how much I miss her nuisance and about how quiet the house is without her in it? Do I need to write about how cold I felt standing in the hallway on my own and about how I felt so disheartened at the thought of cooking for myself, that all I have had is a mince pie and a beer for my tea?
No. I don't need to write about any of that. I will adjust. I will feel better tomorrow. It's not as if she has gone for good.
Anyway, it has been a busy couple of days. Two films and one gig.
On Tuesday morning I went to see "Enchanted".
Oh, my... Excuse my French, but "Enchanted" is just fucking fantastic. So good and enchanting (see what I did there?) that when the movie was over I practically floated out of the cinema.
Seriously, "Enchanted" is a really great family movie, and this is from a man who hardly ever watches family movies at the cinema. If you like, "Enchanted" is a Disney movie for people who hate Disney movies. Comedy for the kids, knowing in-jokes for the adults and a brilliant central performance by Amy Adams as Giselle, cartoon ingenue come to life, all wide eyed innocence and fluttering hand movements. If you see a more game and better comedic performance this year, please let me know, but I doubt if you will. Amy Adams is just wonderful.
Great supporting performances from cynical divorce lawyer with a heart of gold, Patrick Dempsey, more square jawed that any man in history, James Marsden, villainous hag and evil witch queen, Susan Sarandon and snivelling henchman, Timothy Spall. Not to forget the comedy chipmunk. Or was it a comedy rat?
I think that "Enchanted" is well worth the trip to your local fleapit.
On Tuesday evening I went to see From The Jam featuring Bruce Foxton and Rick Buckler, at the Carling Academy in Birmingham.
I am going to cheat, because I am feeling lazy.
Let me direct you to a good review of a From The Jam show, written by Swiss Toni a couple of weeks ago, that you can find here, and my own review of the Wulfrun Hall show I went to back in May, that you can find here. If I bothered to write a new review I would mostly only be repeating myself, because From The Jam (again) were just bloody brilliant.
Differences this time.
As personality free, vacuous and empty, but gorgeous looking action movies go, "Hitman" wasn't bad at all. True, Timothy Olyphant was a bit miscast as a baldy action star (Jason Statham might have been better) he did his best, but "Hitman" did entertain me and had some great set pieces, and Olga Kurylenko was a beautiful as she was in "Le Serpent", albeit maybe a little thin. I just don't think I understood or got all of "Hitman" in the way I was supposed to.
Before I saw "Hitman" I talked to a guy at work who is a dedicated computer game player and he asked me if I liked the previous computer game adaptation, "Doom". I told him that I thought "Doom" was a piece of shit. He smiled and said that in that case to forget about seeing "Hitman" , because I wouldn't get the references, the imagery or the nods to the game playing scenarios in the original game.
Maybe he was right, but I have always been of the opinion that a movie adaptation of material from another source, should not limit your audience to only those with an in depth knowledge of the source. Your audience should be everybody with the potential to want to sit through your movie. True, you have to be relatively faithful to the source material, otherwise why bother with the source material at all?, but the requirements of making an interesting movie should come first and foremost.
I liked "Hitman" well enough. A decent enough movie for a Wednesday morning, but that was about all. It is not a classic, but I imagine it will make it's money back on sell through.
Do I need to write about how much I miss her nuisance and about how quiet the house is without her in it? Do I need to write about how cold I felt standing in the hallway on my own and about how I felt so disheartened at the thought of cooking for myself, that all I have had is a mince pie and a beer for my tea?
No. I don't need to write about any of that. I will adjust. I will feel better tomorrow. It's not as if she has gone for good.
Anyway, it has been a busy couple of days. Two films and one gig.
On Tuesday morning I went to see "Enchanted".
Oh, my... Excuse my French, but "Enchanted" is just fucking fantastic. So good and enchanting (see what I did there?) that when the movie was over I practically floated out of the cinema.
Seriously, "Enchanted" is a really great family movie, and this is from a man who hardly ever watches family movies at the cinema. If you like, "Enchanted" is a Disney movie for people who hate Disney movies. Comedy for the kids, knowing in-jokes for the adults and a brilliant central performance by Amy Adams as Giselle, cartoon ingenue come to life, all wide eyed innocence and fluttering hand movements. If you see a more game and better comedic performance this year, please let me know, but I doubt if you will. Amy Adams is just wonderful.
Great supporting performances from cynical divorce lawyer with a heart of gold, Patrick Dempsey, more square jawed that any man in history, James Marsden, villainous hag and evil witch queen, Susan Sarandon and snivelling henchman, Timothy Spall. Not to forget the comedy chipmunk. Or was it a comedy rat?
I think that "Enchanted" is well worth the trip to your local fleapit.
On Tuesday evening I went to see From The Jam featuring Bruce Foxton and Rick Buckler, at the Carling Academy in Birmingham.
I am going to cheat, because I am feeling lazy.
Let me direct you to a good review of a From The Jam show, written by Swiss Toni a couple of weeks ago, that you can find here, and my own review of the Wulfrun Hall show I went to back in May, that you can find here. If I bothered to write a new review I would mostly only be repeating myself, because From The Jam (again) were just bloody brilliant.
Differences this time.
- Yer Pynch was not smashed out of his face. His Brother wasn't drinking much, so neither did he.
- Yer Pynch did not pass out. See above.
- The band opened with "All Mod Cons" and "To Be Someone (Didn't We Have A Nice Time)" (which is the greatest post Britpop song of all time, by the way) instead of "In The City" and (I think) "Thick As Thieves".
- There were no Suburban Hen lookalikes anywhere in sight. In fact, thinking about it, I don't think I saw anybody of the fair female form anywhere in the venue.
It was a really great gig. I think that Bruce and Rick are onto a winner here. Maybe a Christmas tour will be a regular occurrence, like the annual Madness and Pogues gigs? Maybe From The Jam will produce a new album and it will be fantastic.
Maybe.
On Wednesday morning I went to see "Hitman".
As personality free, vacuous and empty, but gorgeous looking action movies go, "Hitman" wasn't bad at all. True, Timothy Olyphant was a bit miscast as a baldy action star (Jason Statham might have been better) he did his best, but "Hitman" did entertain me and had some great set pieces, and Olga Kurylenko was a beautiful as she was in "Le Serpent", albeit maybe a little thin. I just don't think I understood or got all of "Hitman" in the way I was supposed to.
Before I saw "Hitman" I talked to a guy at work who is a dedicated computer game player and he asked me if I liked the previous computer game adaptation, "Doom". I told him that I thought "Doom" was a piece of shit. He smiled and said that in that case to forget about seeing "Hitman" , because I wouldn't get the references, the imagery or the nods to the game playing scenarios in the original game.
Maybe he was right, but I have always been of the opinion that a movie adaptation of material from another source, should not limit your audience to only those with an in depth knowledge of the source. Your audience should be everybody with the potential to want to sit through your movie. True, you have to be relatively faithful to the source material, otherwise why bother with the source material at all?, but the requirements of making an interesting movie should come first and foremost.
I liked "Hitman" well enough. A decent enough movie for a Wednesday morning, but that was about all. It is not a classic, but I imagine it will make it's money back on sell through.
Labels: Gigs, Lorraine, Movies, Music, Sad
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
I was very sad to read today that Terry Pratchett has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease.
I came late to Pratchett' work. In fact I started reading the 5th book in his Discworld series ("Sourcery") only last week. All good, funny books so far and lots more to go. Lorraine has read practically all of the Discworld books.
Part of Pratchett's statement on his condition.
"I know it's a very human thing to say 'is there anything I can do', but in this case I would only entertain offers from very high-end experts in brain chemistry."
Nice one.
Get well soon, Mr. Pratchett.
I came late to Pratchett' work. In fact I started reading the 5th book in his Discworld series ("Sourcery") only last week. All good, funny books so far and lots more to go. Lorraine has read practically all of the Discworld books.
Part of Pratchett's statement on his condition.
"I know it's a very human thing to say 'is there anything I can do', but in this case I would only entertain offers from very high-end experts in brain chemistry."
Nice one.
Get well soon, Mr. Pratchett.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
I've added links! Back later.
(I know. It's very sad. I get up, read some of my book and with half an hour to spare, think to myself, "I have half an hour. Why don't I add the links to my last couple of blog posts, that I promised I would last night?". I mean, who really cares? Sad.)
(I know. It's very sad. I get up, read some of my book and with half an hour to spare, think to myself, "I have half an hour. Why don't I add the links to my last couple of blog posts, that I promised I would last night?". I mean, who really cares? Sad.)
