- has funky music!
- has a short note about a Dutch footballer recently spotted in Croydon.
- has a TGITC film review
is 100% Bill free. (enjoy it while it lasts is what I’d say).(I really tried)
One common problem – Love …
I felt slightly out of place and several people in the queue looked weird at me.
And some asked me if I was sure I was in the right queue, was I really going to watch this film?
And I said yes.
Bill the opie way is currently residing other places…
And that was all she could come up with after a weekend in silence.
Will it ever stop? Nope. Get used to it.
It took me a couple of hours to work on, but I really like this one. What amazes me about this type of “art” is that it is very minimal (2 circles for the eyes and the nose), but the person is still very recognizable.
Sometimes it is nice just to work on something without having to think about all the questions floating around in ones head.
More Julian Opie (the real one) here. He also made the cover for Blur’s Best of album. I quite like his art. He is a British artist and lives in London.
I don’t know what it is, but if my horoscope today (Friday that is – wait a minute – since when did I start believing those things – well since they started writing thing like these) writes a fine mist has settled over your brain and your thoughts are not clear than that is exactly what is wrong with me, and I am wondering who the hack told them.
View from my morning train …
What a pleasant surprise when I walked out of the door this morning. While I was expecting palm trees to be popping out of the ground soon, London is a bit white in stead. And it’s amazing to watch the differences between a city like Aarhus in Denmark, where they are covering the streets in salt as soon as there is a 0.00042 % chance of snow. And London, that didn’t seem to be prepared for snow at all. Result : the world looks bright. Train traffic is a mess. Buses connecting the train station to my office in Croydon did not run because there was a little bit of snow on the roads. (Do they have snow machines at all in this city?) And half of my colleagues stuck because public transport is a mess all around.
I don’t mind, I love snow. Again I managed to get around the worst of problems, I had a nice walk from the station to the office, I am inside with a cup of tea, the milky way, and I hope lots more snow will fall these days.
My eyes become large and,
The light that you shine can be seen
If you thought that flying far to watch Bill Nighy was a first time silly action, think again. I flew to an iceberg (in Greenland) to see a concert of a band I (still) like, and have flown to London more than once to see them there too. And beside those 2 funky gentlemen (Nighy and Brandt) I also travelled to Oslo to see Air live.
Peter O’Toole, the man is 75, and for me this is the man deserving the Oscar for best Actor this year. It’s really delightful that “older” (what is “older” anyway) actors are doing so well at the moment. Judi Dench, Meryl Streep, Hellen Mirren, Bill Nighy, Hugh Laurie all are in the picture, and now there is Peter O’Toole in Venus.
Babel (official site) Highly anticipated, surrounded with much Oscar buzz, just collected a Golden Globe for best Film and very much hyped. Most of the times that ends in disappointed when you finally get to see it in the cinema. But not this time.
This is film making from the heart, and if this film doesn’t touch you it’s time to have your heart checked.
Yes Brat Pitt is in it, and so is Cate Blanchett. She seems to be in everything at the moment and seems to get away with kissing both Bill Nighy (Notes on a Scandal), Brat Pitt (Babel) and George Clooney (The Good German) in the same year. Lucky girl. She was asked who the best kisser was in an interview, and the answer was, oh, lets not go there …
10 people died because of the storm here in the UK yesterday. The train traffic was disrupted in London because of it, but I somehow managed to move around it all. One of the men who died, died in Shropshire. Which made me think about Oliver Lucas in The Vertical Hour again, as he lived in Shropshire as well. A minor spot on the map, and if it hadn’t been for that play I would never ever have known about Shropshire at all. Now I do, I even looked it up on the map when I got home. And suddenly it is weird to hear that someone died of the storm there.
If you thought Tea wasn’t a big thing here in the UK, think again. If you thought that deciding who should make the next cup isn’t a big thing here at work, think again too. Knowing that asking it the normal (verbal) way only results in an even longer wait for a cup, one of my colleagues began sending us encrypted messages in stead. This normally results in a few minutes puzzling, after which one of us normally ends up making the tea. Very clever idea.
Here is his latest puzzle. The question is – what does it say exactly? ( I admit that I find them rather difficult)
His name is Michael by the way – as everybody should at least have a chance of claiming his 15 minutes of fame, even when it’s not through a TV interview with Tom Cruise.
In my mailbox:
Subject : Television Interview Enquiry
Hello there. My name is XXX and I am contacting you on behalf of XXX Productions: the largest independent television company outside London. I am interested in speaking to you with regards to a documentary we are making about Tom Cruise. We’d like to discuss your account of his actions at the MI3 premiere – apparently he spent 4 hours with fans. I also found your 4 points about Tom Cruise rather funny. Are you a Tom Cruise fan at all? Please email me at XXX and send a photo of yourself. Many
Today I really don’t care.
If I would write that you could not hear a big roar and Woohoo when I heard the news on BBC radio this morning while still laying in bed, I would be lying. A very big woohoo indeed, and an apology to both my neighbours and my flatmate.
A Golden Globe to a man who so deserves recognition for his extraordinary acting qualities, a great actor and a great man.
A very joyful day, the time is Nighy.
See Bill’s after globe interview here (trust me, it’s worth it).
And while we are at it, see this incredible cool feature from the makers of Pirates of the Caribbean, and watch how they turned a handsome actor into a handsome pirate.
It’s a beautiful day, and I hope the audience in The Music Box gives him an even bigger applause today, so they clap their hands for him from me too.
Standing in the subway, the shuffle came up with John Barry’s James Bond theme on my mp3 player. Funny how all passengers suddenly seem to become part of a film, and how many people actually looked like Russian spies. Or was it my imagination again. Anyway, I hopped off at Bond Street. And I am not making that up.
The Last King of Scotland (IMDB), is based on the novel by Giles Foden. It tells the story about young Scottish doctor Nicolas Garrigan (James McAvoy), who through a bizarre twist of fate becomes the personal doctor of dictator Idi Amin (a very scary Forest Whitaker) in Uganda.
The film follows Garrigans work as Amin’s doctor, and as enchanting as Amin seems to be in the beginning, Garrigan soon learns the truth about him. The film is gripping from the very first moment Garrigan lands in Africa. It is shocking, scary as hell, and there are some scenes where I simply had to look away. Both Forest Whitaker and James McAvoy deliver Oscar worthy performances, it is fantastic film. I couldn’t stand up from my chair until the very last credits were rolled off the screen. And it is probably the best film I have seen, that I will certainly never want to see again.
Miss Potter on the other hand was slow, boring, and Renee Zellweger’s British accent was annoying the hell out of me. (5/10) The only highlight here was Ewan McGregor, but he couldn’t save the film from drowning in one of those beautiful lakes in the Lake District. Do not waste your time on it.
I step in and I notice that something is different with this bus. The chairs have another colour, and it looks like a newer model. Well they have to spent the excessive amounts of money we pay them to travel around in London on something I thought, they have upgraded the buses on line 88. Well, well.
I continue to read in my book.
This is what New York looks like in my mind. Very colourful, like a soap bubble I have to protect from bursting.
It’s also what I (or about 12 of me) look like in New York if you look carefully, I’m standing somewhere on 23rd Street, where this picture originally was taken.
Funny enough, the center of this picture (unintentionally but cool) looks like a kiss, so here’s to you New York.
Sometimes an image says more than a 1000 words, this one does for me. And I wouldn’t be able to write 1000 words about New York without the B. word anyway, so here you go.
You have to do with this.
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes