knock knock
>who's there?
OBLIVION!
>oblivion who?
oblivia newton-john.
knock knock!
>who's there?
knock.
knock who?
knock knock!
>who's there? (continue ad infinitum)
it was interesting walking around town this weekend. i didn't feel that all the saint valentine's day adverts were talking to me, and i don't think i would have done even if i were in a relationship (ha!). i don't feel like i have anything to do with those shops, i wouldn't go in them normally anyway.
but two things changed this weekend.
the second, for the first time i can remember, i spent money on a new fashion accessory - an unbranded purple baseball cap. it's an image thing. i consider how i look as i leave the house.
quote of the weekend: "what's wrong with brighton!? why so many baby shops?"
overheard in the north laine. i'd never noticed more than one before - i must have just assumed they were all the same one ("like backgrounds in a cheap cartoon," said Laurence). but there are hundreds! what's wrong with brighton? there are about eight (no exaggeration) in the north laine alone. one had a tiny t-shirt - "i had my mum in stitches".
Tim didn't visit me, but L's parents did. thanks to them. and also it was nice to see emma and mat, down for the weekend.
the other thing that changed is that cunt was on telly. it was quite good. it was funny and tragic. but the world seems different now. out on saturday night, following astra to the sussex arts club(and last night to see 'i licked a slag's deoderant'), i was slightly dazed. it is the culmination of so much. i remember the days when tvgohome was updated fortnightly; i was there, goddammit. and it's finally reached the nation. someone has finally and explicitly attacked these people.
i was thinking about how 'the idiots' in the program seemed genuinely retarded, and maybe that was wrong, but remember brooker associates these people exactly with the cow-proles, the sole difference being these guys have got more money, which they think makes them cool and special. or maybe they thought it was cool to adopt the manerisms of the brain-dead (except barley himself, who appears to be modeled on that goateed pillock out of the office with the unfunny stage show. and yes, i know his name, but i don't feel qualified to use it). i didn't notice barley staring at ms. ashcroft's chest enough. and that dan - the 'outsider' character - wasn't even that likeable was a nice touch. you don't have to have anyone to sympathise with. read more of my opinions on this
and what the fuck has happened to tvgohome.com?
anyway, happy garden day
xx
1 comment:
re: Nathan Barley. We stayed up late on Saturday night to watch it and I can't help but be several emoticons at once.
The first thing that hit me was that they had forgot to put any jokes in. So I disagree with you there, mate. It just didn't make me laugh. But that doesn't mean to say I thought it was rubbish, because I quite enjoyed it.
There WAS plenty of tragedy, especially in the second half where the Dan Ashcroft/Charlie Brooker character tried to think of his top five wines for the Guardian supplement ("er, French, Bulgarian, Austrian, Italian and erm, South of French," was a very painful, satisfying moment.)
In fact, Nathan didn't really feature in the second part of the episode much at all... which is understandable since writing Cunt as a scripted show is quite a difficult thing to do. Think about it: in Tv GoHome Nathan simply walked into a shop in Soho, bought a comic of Japanese amnie porn, got on his Sony Viao tricycle and exited stage left. What made it hilarious was the "Kilroy Team are waiting to hear from you" rant that came in the small print afterwards. There was this sense of commentary on all the stupid, worthless things Cunt spent his time on. Which is something that can't be translated easily into a TV show.
The last thing I want to say: is there much point in bringing a character like Nathan to the screen when Brooker has already been beaten to the punch? Anyone who has witnessed the purile Jeremy from Peep Show will agree. There is a comic character who not only insists on spending all his mate's money on drugs and shoes, but also rants about how "Enya is pretty much the same as Jesus" at his uncle's funeral. Because it has a jokes it works on TV, whereas Nathan Barley looks set to simply disturb... and have us check out the site to remember what the fuss was all about in the first place.
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