It’s got to be Bassey

While I’m not entirely convinced that Shirley bassey would be the best choice to do the theme for Spectre – although she has done some of the best Bond Themes – I think I need to flag this video up, simply because of it’s sublime and highly amusing editing. Some of the cutting is awesome! It’s also evidence of just how good socalled amateurs are getting at creating videos. Enjoy!

We need to stop the Daily Mail publishing such BS

The Daily Mail is at it again. Today it has published a blatantly biassed, utterly baseless rant against Jeremy Corbyn. How this insult to journalism can publish such crap staggers me, almost as much as how people can be dim enough to read it. It is a ‘what if Corbyn was elected’ piece, predicting all kinds of ‘horrors’, as if a fairer, more equal society is something to be avoided. I suppose if you care only about yourself and thin poor people deserve their fate – that is, you possess the arrogant, infantile mentality of the average Mail reader – it is. But I for one am getting fed up of them publishing such bollocks. True, under the principal of freedom of speech, they are free to print what they like; but under the same principal I am free to zoom down to Charlton village, declare myself a dragon and demand everyone pay homage to me. What the Mail publishes is hate-filled baseless crap intended to promote a selfish, right-wing worldview. It’s attack on Corbyn today proves what a rag it is, and it has no right to spread it’s lies. It is nothing but pollution in the stream of journalistic discourse.

South London juxtapositions

I Am currently on a bus back from my bank. There’s an odd, ancient feel to this place, as if one can still detect what was here before it became part of a vast metropolis: the villages and hamlets. At the same time there Is a modern, vibrant, multicultural feeling to this place: woolwich, for example, is full of Islamic and African shops. This causes a juxtaposition of ancient and modern, British and foreign, which is fascinating, and adds to my love of London. To be able to detect the fields and farmsteads that must once have been here amid the modern, vibrant maelstrom gives the city an energy unlike anywhere else.

Spoiled disability activists

This might be slightly contentious, but it seems to me that there is a certain type of person within the disability community who, despite their claims otherwise, is only really interested in their own rights and needs. Often, these people are young and spoiled; they are used to getting their own way and being the centre of attention. Probably because they got so much lavished upon them as children, they demand more support than they actually need – twenty-four hour care in many cases – while others, realising resources may be limited and that others need support too, make do with what they really need. Such people see themselves as leaders of our community, and seem to think they deserve media attention as ”oh so inspirational disabled people”. They perceive persecution in every nook and cranny, calling themselves activists and going to every protest, while not realising that, being mainstream educated, they are among the least persecuted among us.

Academically, they don’t push themselves as hard as they might, and yet cry ‘disability’ when they don’t get the grades they think the are due. I know I shouldn’t be so bitchy, and perhaps I should leave such people to their own devices; but I just worry about how spoiled some of ‘us’ can seem, and about how they can prioritise their own needs over those of others.

ADDENDUM – A (partial) retraction of this entry can be read here

still struggling with my current script

I’m still struggling with my current script. I started it about two months ago, and it’s still only twelve pages. I think I have a bit of writers block: I know the story I want to tell, but not how to tell it, which sort of makes me doubt my abilities as a creative writer. But I suppose I just need to keep chipping away at it; keep at it, and it’ll come. After all, I had similar bouts of despair with my MA thesis. My dad once told me that the only deadline I had for my masters is the one I set myself, and I suppose the same applies now. After all, it’s the first full-length narrative I’ve tried to write. I need, then, to stop fretting and keep going.

London’s next big project

I reckon London’s next big project should be here in the city’s south-east. I was thinking about this in bed last night. All the other quarters have very cool things: the north-west has wembley, the bbc and so on; the south-west has Kew; the north-east now has the awesomeness of the Olympic park. What do we have? Of course, you could say the south-east has the dome, but, being slap-band on the jubilee line, that’s part of central london really. It’s time ‘we’ had a bit of attention lavished upon us, like Stratford had for 2012. What this might be is another question, but I’d opt for a cricket ground or film studio. Mind you, a concert hall/music venue where Lyn could play could be cool. Either way, I just think south-east London is due something big, bold and exciting,

Monty Python – not dead yet

Watching Monty Python Live last year ranks alongside meeting Sir Patrick Stewart, watching Lyn perform at the paralympic closing ceremony and graduating my masters as one of the greatest events of my life. In my entry about that awesome event, I said that I thought I was watching Python’s last ever performance, and that I didn’t think they would ever perform together again. It now seems I may have been wrong: yesterday on the monty python facebook page a picture appeared showing the five remaining team members together; the caption below said they were making plans. I was instantly intrigued. I can only speculate about what that could mean: could they be making a new film together? Very possible. A documentary about Python? No – the wording of the caption did not suggest that.

I can’t help but think that they might be planning another live show. Perhaps last year was such a success they have been persuaded to do it again. If that is so, then where? I think it’s unlikely to be at the o2 again – cool though it would be for me, I think they would want to go somewhere else. Maybe someone in the States saw the shows last year, thought ”we’ll have some of that” and made the team an offer they couldn’t refuse. I find that rather likely. Either way this is pure speculation started by a single picture on facebook – I could well be completely wrong. Nevertheless, this is a story I’ll be watching with great interest; going by what happened last time, it might well turn out to be something truly awesome. Monty Python, it would seem, is not dead yet.

Handala

It would seem that my ponderings have turned up something genuinely interesting for once. Today, in the shower, I was once again thinking about Happy and Glorious and about how it is quite unambiguous evidence that James Bond has a major position in uk culture. That made me wonder whether any other fictional character in any other country has a similar position. If the meeting of bond and the queen in 2012 brought together two of the biggest symbols of Britain, might other such combinations be possible? Once dry and dressed, I tweeted: ”Does any other character in any other country have the same cultural position as 007 has in the UK?” And the response turned up something far more interesting than Bond.

My friend John replied. He’s apparently currently in Palestine, and there they have a cartoon character called Handala. Handala is ten, and. as explained here, is a kind of symbol for the Palestinian refugees, embodying their plight: ”From approximately 1975 through 1987 Naji Al-Ali created cartoons that depict the complexities of the plight of Palestinian refugees. These cartoons are still relevant today and Handala, the refugee child who is present in every cartoon, remains a potent symbol of the struggle of the Palestinian people for justice and self-determination.” For a student of culture, this certainly warrants further research. It might not have been quite what I was thinking of in the shower, but this figure is the fictional symbol of one of the most persecute communities on earth, offering an enlightening perspective on a complex, troubling situation – I find that fascinating. Looking into this seems promising; time to do some Googling.

Star Trek, the ultimate voyage

My inner trekkie really wants to go to this. I found it by chance earlier: the London Philharmonic will be doing a star trek concert in November, playing the themes from the star trek films. I know I can listen to the themes whenever I like, and Lyn didn’t seem that fussed when I mentioned it to her, but it would be awesome to hear the music from my favourite tv show played live. Although I don’t think they’re going to play the theme from First Contact, my all-time favourite trek film, and cannot top meeting Sir Patrick Stewart las year, I’m seriously considering getting tickets.

A hundred days

Today, bbc news just informed me, marks a hundred days since the tories came to power. A hundred days since a group of self-serving aristocrats proclaimed themselves our leaders; a hundred days since they began to impose their unjust ideological cuts. A hundred days since CaMoron claimed what he would no doubt view as his birthright. We are a hundred days into five years of suffering – suffering the tories chose to impose on us. They are the type of people who would rather put the poorest people in society through hell than raise tax on those who can afford to give a little more. With their selfish worldview, they are unfit to rule, yet they do and indeed see it as their birthright. Thus today marks a grim milestone: so many have died due to the cuts already; I wonder how many more will die before we can finally eject these insults to humanity from office.