Profound

This is just, well, you gotta see this. I’ve just found the programme from Saturday’s dance showcase. On stage several hours after Naomi and her fellow Sunset Dancers (as we were hitting upon the anticlimax of our evening) was an act simply dubbed “Spanner” and by way of an explanation the blurb reads;

“Spanner is here to mend the world. 2 brothers, 4 toolboxes and many chunks of stupid… creating more stupid; and then other people get involved – and we’re doing our best to stay positive – but everyone’s so stupid… But we’re doing our best to sort it out, without breaking it even more!”

Man, I how I wish I’d stayed to see that instead! It sounds awesome, in a kind of skewed-comedy-genius kinda way. That or it would have been the worst piece of ill-conceived community-theatre you might ever experience. Either way, I think it sounds a lot like a metaphor for life and how despite everyone’s good intentions you just end up with, well, lots of stupid…

You Rock My World, Babe

Anyone catch Steve Coogan’s new comedy “Saxondale” last night? I quite enjoyed it, recognising aspects of the new persona from people I’ve met, especially the ex-roadie element! Although not laugh-out-loud funny and deeply cringe-worthy in places, this character felt more real and tragic than Alan Partridge or indeed any of Coogan’s past gallery of characters and I think that this series will grow on me. It must have been the ultimate challenge for Coogan trying to get over AP and come up with something different that can be judged on its own merits and certainly he’s been living in the shadow of the Norwich-based ex-chat-show host ever since. His adventures in Hollywood haven’t done him justice either (“Around the World In 80 Days” anyone?). I think that Tommy is one to invest in.

Liquid Football

Anyone who knows me and my complete indifference to football (and most sport) might be wondering how or why I’ve taken an interest in the World Cup this year. This is something I’ve been asking myself recently too. As far back as I can remember I’ve always watched the world cup with a keen interest despite having little or no regard for the premiership or league football of any description. I do find the sport infuriating and very frustrating to watch; the constant back and forward of the ball as opposed to the tactics and steady progression of territory teams achieve in rugby. Football is almost like watching a slightly more complex version of Pong and it does get annoying. Somehow I’ve got past that this year again and having no idea who plays for which club and no knowledge of player’s respective strengths and weaknesses means I can maintain an open mind. I’m certainly enjoying the displays of skill and in particular the high standard of goal keeping. I’m not at all sure about the amount of yellow cards for innocently-meant tackles and the fact that someone has seen fit to replace the football with a beach-ball that sails over both attacking and defending players alike from corner kicks or straight over the cross bars from goal attempts but there it is.

A full 40 years after our last win, does anyone think we have a chance this time round?

You Can’t Make An Omelette Without Breaking Some Eggs…

An unusual weekend was had in the end. After a truly awful Friday in which I sent myself to my room early with very little supper (it was either that or involve myself in a full blown row with my parents) Saturday passed without much incident and in the evening it was time to venture into that inconsistent place Worcester. I was to join Dom and his housemates for a session. I’d also said to Naomi that I’d make it along to see her perform as part of The Sunset Dancers in an Oriental Dance display at Worcester Arts Workshop… Continue reading

Oh Go On Then…

Came across a silly little limerick yesterday as told by Brian Cant in an outtake for Orbital’s “Waving Not Drowning” promo. I feel that to deprive you of it would just be wrong. As Paul Daniels might have said; “You’ll like this; not a lot”…

There was a young lady from Bude,
Who went for a swim in the river,
A man with a punt pushed his pole up her nose, and said;
“You can’t swim here it’s dangerous.”

Right back to work.