Yes, that's right, I've been busy every day but Sundays of late. There's been nuttin' but shindigs on the Sabbath round these parts. Which is a good thing. As is being busy, I suppose. Short film nicely filled Vue. Now we're waiting for the play to be performed. Thought I better blog, given that I've been telling other people how to blog and registered my disgust at bloggers that head into this with no intention of posting regularly. Like I used to. Every day without fail, it was. Take a look at me now, as Phil Collins once opined, probably prefixing his lyric with a 'but'.
Last night was a weird one - I headed to an invite-only debate that aimed to locate 'Hullness'. Most of us know that we'll never get our hands on such a mythical beast. Certainly not in two hours. Still, the postcards and the orange juice hit the spot.
When I returned home I discovered Hugh MacLeod's Gaping Void. Hugh draws cartoons and pens words on the reverse of business cards. Well, somebody had to do it, eh? Here's the result - currently hanging from the monitor to inspire me.
Maybe the person asking the question should've thought before he opened his mouth. John Cleese is stood there, on stage, rounding off the high fives all round the business community event that is the Yorkshire International Business Convention. Cleese hasn't done so much as a silly walk, nobody has mentioned the war, nobody has shouted out 'Albatross'. Not that any of that was expected. We expected what we got - Cleese's obsession with psychology. So, the question. "What's your favourite Python sketch and why?" Cleese offers a steely stare. "I don't know. The one where the man eats the lion." Pause. "I don't fucking care. I have people coming up to me all the time telling me what their favourite Python sketch is." I did quite fancy shouting "Albatross" right then. But, unlike the gent that posed the question, thought better of it. Had a few people tell me that Cleese opted out of some media interviews because he had to have a lie down. My favourite Python is Michael Palin - Cleese did nothing to change that today, although he probably isn't interested in favourite Pythons either.
There's nothing worse than a blogger making their excuses for not blogging. It's as tedious as MPs flipping or claiming for ginger biccies and harping on about being within the rules. But... Life's just one big round of short film editing at the moment - and such is the nature of the beast that it's all very Groundhog Day. I'm even dreaming about editing. Groan. In other news I was so intent on making the most of the recent sunshine that my arms - and only my arms - have gone an unhealthy lobster colour. Groan. Watched The Apprentice semi-final tonight. Why is it that, even though every series has followed exactly the same template and there are no longer any surprises, that the participants don't appear to know what's coming next? Even Suralan announcing that only two of them would make the final was greeted with huge gawps of shock. Hull-born Yasmina Siadatan (yes, that is a typical Hull name and is right up there with Courtney, Britney and Chelsea) has made the final. She is one of those sorts with a perpetually downturned mouth and smiling seems a very painful exercise for her. So I want her to win (she should, her competitor is an android with no personality) if only to see the dour, somewhat surly expression on her face. In other other news, today I read Peace's 1977, following yesterday's devouring of Jake Arnott's He Kills Coppers. Both very grim page turners that will have me reaching for something comedic next.
