It’s been a while since we had a sing-a-long, although I defy anyone to sing along with The Avalanches. Here’s their supremely lo-fi, utterly barking, and scratched-to-the-max vid ‘Frontier Psychiatrist’. The whole album’s like this. You need a lie-down afterwards.
Posted on 3rd February 2009 |
Walking through the deserted, snowbound city yesterday on my way to a radio interview, it felt more as if I had wandered into a time warp and emerged in 1885. Apart from a few buried cars, there was little to date the surrounding streets, and the few people I saw wore hats and passed a […]
Posted on 2nd February 2009 |
Wildcat strikes across the nation, workers complaining about immigrant labour, no transport running, industry paralysed – did we suddenly get hurled back into the past? The next thing you know, the Black & White Minstrels will be back on TV. Then we’ll know we’re dead and have gone to Hell. Actually, when I turn on […]
Posted on 30th January 2009 |
The chef in my partner’s office kindly baked a cake for a woman about to go on maternity leave. Apart from being terrifyingly enormous, it appears to be dripping blood from its fingers and toes, and presumably does not look too attractive with several slices sawn out of its head. For more disturbing habits of […]
Something has gone wonderfully wrong with British book awards this year. It seems that the winners and nominees are being chosen not just by subject, craft and style but by readability. For the first time in years I romped through the Man Booker prizewinner. ‘White Tiger’ by Avarind Adiga, is a thrilling, almost pulpy choice […]
Oh how the mighty have fallen! Hammer horror films formed the basis of my demented childhood (as you will hopefully discover when you hurl yourselves into the shops – or online for our US readers – to purchase my fine memoir ‘Paperboy’). This is the headquarters in which Hammer was housed for so long, in […]
Posted on 27th January 2009 |
This is somewhere behind Columbia Road, in the only part of East London where you can find a parking space on a Sunday morning. You try carrying a potted palm from Columbia Road market back to the car in sub-zero temperatures.
Posted on 27th January 2009 |
The Chinese dragon charging up and down Gerrard Street in central London yesterday reminded me that it’s Chinese New Year, so Happy New Year to any Chinese readers here.
British public information films like ‘How To Make A Cup Of Tea’ (elsewhere on this site), with their strangely hypnotised casts and statements of the bleeding obvious, are a great source of entertainment, but this one, ‘Unwanted Guests’, must have scared the bejabbers out of audiences when projected on a big screen. Listen out also […]
Posted on 22nd January 2009 |
I’ve just finished reading this: ‘A Lust For Window Sills’ by Harry Mount is an enjoyable romp through British architecture. Along the way, Mount explains why spiral staircases only ever go up clockwise, why the English place their living room doors in corners, why in London your back garden is likely to be lower than […]