Quite exactly what it is about Mark Lawson that makes me detest the man so much I can never quite put my finger on, although his nail-nibbling, blinking, twitching interview style is a factor, the occasion I saw him in Edinburgh wearing a ludicrous white cowboy hat is another and his plump lips pain me so much that I'd happily land a skin-bursting punch on them without concerning myself too much about the legal ramifications and the several gallons of know-it-all puss that would spring forth as a result of my violent move. He has something of a point in his column in The Guardian today but his supercilious attitude and constant determination to pen polemic and hurl nonsensical sentences into every other par ensures that his point is somewhat buried beneath rather ludicrous and totally uninformative stuff such as "the law has always distinguished between snuff films, in which people are actually raped or murdered, and popular movies, in which people pretend to violate and kill." ML was much more preferable when he treated Tom Paulin like an incontinent grandfather on The Late Review.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
A familiar dork talks...
Consistently zeitgeisty Douglas Coupland deputising quite magnificently for Stephen Fry in The Guardian Weekend's Dork Talk column:
"I remember in the 80s when cellphones first started to pop. I remember how, if you saw someone using a cellphone on a street, you immediately thought they were an asshole: gee, my phone call is so important I have to make it right here and right now! Twenty years later, we're all assholes. We're assholes at the supermarket's meat counter at 5:30pm, phoning home to ask if we need prosciutto; we're assholes driving in traffic; and we're assholes wandering down the streets. And with cellphones and handhelds, we collapse time and space and our perception of distance and intimacy."
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Tall model...
Did anyone else view the inclusion of a model of the Empire State Building in The Guardian as a Sunday afternoon challenge? No? Just me then. It was intended to bring families together during the half-term week. My two sons merely sat watching the television while my craft knife moved in all directions and a matchstick was dunked in and out of my PVA glue. I have finished the main part of the building, saving the fancy lightning rod section for my mid-week fun. Don't ever say that I don't know how to enjoy myself. M says that my behaviour borders on the autistic.
Tim Dowling, in the paper, couldn't find his cutting mat before he started work on his version. Bizarrely, neither could I. Luckily, The Guardian's Weekend magazine made a good alternative. Tim advised us model makers to purchase a second copy of The Guardian, as we were bound to make a hash of it. Well, not yet I haven't and now I've decided to view that advice as a terrible and extremely cynical campaign to avert declining newspaper sales (unlike giving away a free model of the Empire State Building - promotions ed.). I saw Paul Holloway, of Hull's City Arts Unit, on Saturday - two left leaning liberal Guardian readers together there - and, when we walked in to Asda together we both layered the bottom of our shopping baskets with said newspaper. I do wonder now, covered in glue as I am, if Paul had a crack at building his own Empire State Building and whether mine is better than his. If he wins the trip to New York I shall go nuts.
