It has been quite a mild spring and warm(ish) summer so far. This means that all the slugs and snails are massive.
Yesterday was quite a wet day. This meant that all the slugs and snails came out to play.
On my walk home from the tube station to my flat, I came across - no pun intended or made - two slugs, shagging. This is not an original photo because my camera battery was dead. So was the spare battery.
The pair of shagging slugs were, however, coiled up as the pair above are, minus the blob of white goop in the middle. Is that jizz? Is that a winter and spring’s worth of jizz, just being jizzed? Ridiculous.
Anyway, I’m fairly certain that the big one was doing the little one up the bum. Cheeky bugger.
After May’s successful 10km sojourn across London, I have decided to do another - the Nike Human Race 10km in Wembley on Sunday, 31 August 2008. There will be no sponsorship. It’s just for fun and I’ll be running against my good friends Scott Bartlett and Sami Westwood. They’re both going down.
The important point is that I started my (re)training in earnest on Saturday. After a good six weeks of fags and booze and general over-merriment, it was time to get a bit discipline back into my life so, as usual, I went for a 30 minute run by the river.
A problem arose when a massive fucking Rottweiler started chasing me. Imagine the cute (ugly) little puppy in the picture with a decade of pure hatred distilled into it’s fat ass and stupid head and then imagine it running after me with its tongue lolling and stumpy legs thundering along.
It was on the other side of the river. NO SWEAT, YEAH? It jumped into the river to try and get to me. Great.
Obviously, I’m not dead or even partially mauled. That’s just testament to how fast I am! Yeah, as if.
As you might already know from previous smugness, I’m going to watch the new Batman movie before most of you. One thing that I most definitely will stoop down to pauper level for is watching The Dark Knight at the IMAX at Waterloo. Who wants to come with me? Let me know and let’s book tickets. I watched Batman Begins at the IMAX and it was fucking mint.
I’m going to watch Batman: The Dark Knight on Friday, 18 July 2008 to review on Thrash Hits. I am very pleased about this and so am boasting a bit. This is the new poster. It looks quite good.
The other day, I bought Hong Kong horror/thriller, Dumplings from Zavvi on Oxford Stree for £6. I suggest you go and do the same.
The first time I watched it was a year ago or so on Film Four (of course) and apparently my friend Robin Burke introduced the film that evening. I didn’t know him then
You can read much more about Dumplings at Wikipedia. Due to the thriller aspect, however, it’s a better watch if you don’t read about it first. £6.
DEF LEPPARD (9.5/10) ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ was the set highlight. Never before has there been such cause to stand up from my seat and almost fall down the steps.
WHITESNAKE (8.5/10) Many people said that Coverdale stole the show, and he almost did. But didn’t. You’re all wrong, it was all about Leppard.
Twickenham
BON JOVI (9/10) A million love songs have left the lips of JBJ and I sang along with all of them, surrounded by boobs and mothers. Often not mutually exclusive.
Hyde Park
SHERYL CROW (8/10) Sheryl was one of the first artists I ever thought was great. She still is, despite being a fucking hippy.
Milton Keynes
JAY-Z (7.5/10) Set dwindled a bit but I liked the way he didn’t bring anyone else on stage with him whilst looking like an overgrown toddler throughout.
LINKIN PARK (7/10) “Cos I’m one step closer to the edge! I’m about to break… SHUT UUUUUP” Etc.
I got this from my old housemate Liam’s politically-oriented ‘blog. Clearly, while we are both the same amount ofLeft, economically speaking, socially I am slightly more authoritative. Just like Gandhi, but nowhere near as far as Stalin, you’ll be pleased to know. I am Gandhi!
Just 100 pages in to Chuck Palahniuk’s latest novel, Snuff, I am left thoroughly underwhelmed and slightly saddened that the new book just ain’t doing it for me. Not yet anyway, and I will finish the book, so there is still time.
I believe the rot set in with 2005’s Haunted. While the massive shock factor was still apparent in shorts like Guts, (or maybe over-apparent in hindsight) the new writing formula that Chuck had used for Haunted was ultimately an indicator of a man running out of ideas.
Next was Rant in 2007. The plot was subtle and confusing and the twist, if that’s what you could call it, was a let-down basically. The fact that Chuck has indicated he will write two more books based on Rant is worrying.
The twists and turns that we’d all come to know and love Chuck’s writing for were becoming lethargic and overblown. The surprise was expected and so the shock became schtick and the schtick became almost laughable.
Maybe it’s because I know his writing so well that I have been able to foresee ever plot movement so far in Snuff. Maybe the biggest, least predictable story u-turn is yet to come. Only time will tell, but I’m not holding my breath.
There’s always the film release of Choke this autumn. Hooray.
