On Nayyarspaceysunday’s recommendation, Rach and I made our way over to the Midlands Arts Centre to meet faster1974 and snow_turtle to watch German film, The Edukators. And it’s a treat so I thought I’d pass on the stellar recommendation with a review.

The Edukators Anyone remember Daniel Bruhl from Goodbye Lenin? My girlfriend certainly does, and I can’t say I blame her. Beneath ( Read more... )

My last four entries? Rant, whinge, review and rant. So should I try and write something personal? Maybe some insight to the inside of my psyche? Shall I put some effort into a summary of my emotional mindscape? Capture a snippet of my frail identity and offer it to you on intangible scroll ( Read more... )

“The British people are the boss”Says Tony Blair of the May 5th elections ( Read more... )

Climent Climent SanestanislaoThis is not my name ( Read more... )

The Corporation made me cry.


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I’ve wrote, re-wrote, re-re-wrote a scathing attack on the indie scene following the corporate sponsored, money printing event in Camden last week. I can’t seem to capture the itching feeling I get all over my body when I think back to how it was. So I’ve ripped it up and now I’ll just have to ad lib it ( Read more... )

I’d just finished Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas when this song came streaming through my ears courtesy of Andy Votel. Trouble is, he doesn’t seem to do tracklistings so I’ve no idea who it’s by. It’s a perfect FALILA soundtrack material…acid, folk, beatnik hybrid. Here follows the lyrics ( Read more... )

The weekend races by like any other. Snow has no chance to settle here and I think that it’s because the planet is spinning too damn fast. I leap into the air to click my heels as I walk out of my office on a Friday and somehow, whilst in mid air, the planet spins 2-point-something times and I land on Monday morning, turn around and drag myself ( Read more... )

I’d tried thinking warm thoughts. I’d skip barefoot, encircled, luscious, sham surround, listening as the grass does crunch, when dry from months of relentless sun. But still the yearning grew heavier, dangling resolute, on threadbare strings hooked hanging from my heart. I paid a visit to the solar atrium, three stories in height but only half as ( Read more... )

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