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Eighteenth Post:  Eighteenth Post Relevant title Here

29/1/2014

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I’m currently listening to the film score to ‘The Hunt From Red October’ by Basil Poledouris. Action movie generic but with a Russian vibe. Liking it. It’s all part of my Tom Clancy mourning process, which clashes with my stubborn refusal to actually read one of his books.  I have also just replayed Rainbow Six Colon Vegas on Xbox, which hasn’t held up that well, frankly.

I also watched ‘Into The Blue’ with Paul Walker and Jessica Alba as part of the same mourning process for Paul Walker, but just ended up staring at Alba’s perfect body the entire time. As did Paul walker, I shouldn’t imagine. I don’t even fancy Jessica Alba, but the body was just hypnotic.

Next up, become a beacon of hope for millions of black South Africans.  It’s one of my trickier challenges for sure, being a middle class white guy from Bromley, but hey. I bet Leonard Nimoy could do it, if he wanted to.

Needless to say, my Pete Seeger playlist is on repeat too – although have you checked out actually how many people have died already in 2014? It’s staggering.  Seriously, go to Wikipedia ‘Deaths in 2014’.  Pages of dead folk who will never see another February, and that’s just the tip of the deathberg – being only people famous enough to actually have a Wikipedia page.

I have gone through all the deaths on January 2nd, my birthday, and have picked one out at random.  Welcome to Nev Pitty-Rose’s blog R. Crosby Kemper, Jr. – ‘American Banker and Philanthropist’.  Well that’s a profession and an attribute that don’t often go hand-in-hand.  Apparently, his father was ‘R. Crosby Kemper Snr.’ Not big on imaginative naming conventions back in the 20s.  Still, better than ‘Kai’. He served in WW2 and was President of United Missouri Bank for over 45 years.  Wow, I struggle to stay in a job for 45 minutes.

OK, so now I have picked out Mr. Kemper, I will make a small donation to the Kemper Museum of Contemporary Art, ‘in the heart of Kansas City, Missouri’, which he was founder and patron and other important, philanthropical things.

What a nice chap, although indulging one’s hobby in modern art and then opening a museum ‘for the city’ and then charging folk to go and see the art isn’t vastly philanthropic. Perhaps he did other things too, and I certainly don’t want to bad-mouth someone who was probably a top chap, and who died on my birthday.

I feel the same way about Bruce Willis’ band – he’s not a great singer, not even a good one - it’s only a hobby of his, but he charges top dollar to go and see him, and most folk don’t are about the shit faux-blues he sings anyway, they just want to go see ‘Bruce Fuckin’ Willis’, and he knows that, of course he does, but he still charges top dollar anyway.  I think it’s kinda mean. (Although I would definitely sign up to a Bruno Radolini gig, if you catch my drift, which nobody will.)

Same goes for you, Seagal.

I listened to song the other day by Jerry Reed called ‘You Got The Goldmine, I Got the Shaft’.   I am fairly certain this is the best song title of all time. If you disagree, then please do comment, but prepare to be utterly wrong. 

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Seventeenth Post - Twenty Fourteen

8/1/2014

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Happy Twenty Fourteen. So what did 2013 have to offer? Career uncertainty for most, a lack of significant lottery wins, David Cameron’s podgy smirk peering out from his strange inflatable face like a waxwork forcefield built to repel human beings at all cost.  And other stuff. Whatevs. 

Wow, 'Whatevs' already feels like 2013. 

I made some posts on a blog apparently, and listed some favourite things. Perhaps I should quickly summarise my 2013 faves, just to draw a line under the frivolous lists and before I get to the serious stuff. (Spoiler: There is no serious stuff.)

So, these are my favourite disposable things of 2013, clichéd, boring and predicatable:

Inside Llewyn Davies, Furious 6, Far Cry 3, That’s What Happens, Electric, The Passage, Masters of Sex, Elementary, Ready Player One, Tomb Raider, Ninja: Shadow of a Tear, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, Horns, Under the Dome, Enders Shadow, my red Levis beanie, GTA V, The Lone Ranger, Random Access Memories, Sinead O’Connor, Brian Tyler’s Iron Man 3 soundtrack, a whole bunch of funny stuff on YouTube.

Etc.

I didn’t make it to any gigs, or listen to anything I didn’t hear about from someone else or see any films that weren’t mainstream (kinda) so it’s been a slow year for me really. I like to gloat about things I got to before anyone else, but I can’t do it this year, except for Inside Llewyn Davies, which I saw at the LFF and only because a friend nabbed tickets. Ha!

Well, enough of looking back. Lets look forward, to 2014 and the joys it may bring.  I am going to try and be more socially media literate, as well as losing some paunch, which I believe are two resolutions that are not entirely compatible. 

I’m going to look out of more windows, daydream a bit more than usual and comment on the weather less. I am going to try and identify more bird varieties and investigate the merits of owning a Hyundai. I am going to hit ‘send’ before re-reading my emails just to see what will happen - and finish my novel, massive plot holes and all, and then immediately discard it and start another one more suited to my own experiences. It will start with the sentence ‘Hog Wylde looked down at the naked redhead snorting coke from his sweaty, glistening torso, the sounds of the capacity crowd at Wembley Stadium still ringing in his ears, and pondered, not for the first time, if a mix of cocaine and his sweat made for a better high, or if the druggy paste it formed simply stuck in her nasal hairs.’

Also, I’m gonna buy a chihuahua and call it ‘Genghis’. And I am definitely going to pass on my knowledge of the Fast and Furious films to Noah. Well, until number 6 anyway.

That’s enough waffle. Jeez. 

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    Nev Pitty-Rose

    I am not into football, cricket or anything involving boats. I avoid rap music. I never eat food that contains okra and I never see films that have a colon in the title. I am not a fan of biographical films that make the subject more sympathetic than they actually were. I have an extreme allergy to cats and thus wish ill on every single one.  I do not discuss Game of Thrones unless the person I am talking to has read the books first. I am continually surprised that some people really don’t like Leonard Cohen. I dislike The Bullingdon Club and The Sun newspaper.  I am suspicious of young people. I hate it when TV journalists report on location hours after the event has finished, and the continual misuse of the word ‘pandemic’. People who stop at the top of busy escalators to extend a luggage handle need education, not punishment.  I have a recurring nightmare where I am sharing a stage with Cheryl Cole and I am the only one singing live. 

    I do not like lottery-based ticket allocation systems and golden circle areas at festivals.  The standard Nokia text message alert used to annoy me, but now I miss it a little bit.

     

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