week 42

Hey chickens,
Sorry for the delay, there was this crazy thing called day-light savings that went on and it just completely threw us off track and we just didn't know where we were up to. But here we are now.
Feeling pretty grand this week but in stead of our usual ranting and bullet points of how great life is, good old Maxim Gorky has summarised it in a neat sentence:

" To life- to life- that there may be set free all that is good and human in our hearts and minds."

Nice one Maxim.



Lies, lies from tiny eyes, she never said she was over age, she probably couldn't even count that far! She had velcro on her shoes! Goddam pedos in lumberjack shirts.
Creative collaboration with Slinky Winfield.


This week we love...



Just some dudes rocking out outside that shitty waffle stand on Oxford Street. The guy in the suit looked like a simple passer-by but then he just whooped out his harmonica and started playing along, like his life was a musical, and he was used to joining into random outbursts of song and synchronised dancing. Kind of want to know what he sings when he gets up in the morning...


Time Without Consequence-Alexi Murdoch

All 11 songs on this album are possibly the most relaxing, yet happiness inducing songs you'll come across.
Despite the slightly somber feel to the songs, the lyrics are all really positive and it's probably the best album to go to sleep to.
Most of the songs from here were used as the soundtrack to the film 'Away We Go' and the song 'Orange Sky' has been used in countless films and tv shows, mostly when something deep and meaningful happens. So if you're into the likes of Elliot Smith and Nick Cave I would most certainly recommend this album. Personal favourites would be 'Song For You' and 'Breathe'


Submarine- Richard Ayoade

Despite writing an extremely poor article for last week's Guardian TV Guide, Richard Ayoade is a personal favourite so I was very excited to see his directorial debut. So excited in fact that I skipped Russian Grammar and headed to the local Odeon at 3.20pm (it was a weird experience, the discounted tickets don't make up for the strange atmosphere in a cinema before 5pm) Adapted from Joe Dunthorne's legendary coming of age novel, Submarine is a first person narration through the life of 15 year old Oliver Tate. Similarly to Sue Townsend's Adrian Mole, Oliver is a hopelessly middle class boy whose mediocrity is at odds with his high aspirations and romantic illusions. In between segregating himself from the philistines at school, Oliver juggles wooing the haughty Jordana and trying to persuade his dad not to let his mum run off with the mystic next door. Where polaroids and satchels get a little too obviously 'kooky' Ayoade's wry sense of humour saves the day and makes you realise you can still be a decent human being, even if you do push fat girls into ponds as a roundabout way of getting laid.


Susan Hiller at Tate Britain- 5 Atterbury St, Westminster, London SW1P 4 Tube Station: Pimlico

You might know old Sue from that big video installation she had at Tate Modern for ages, you know the one with 4 massive colourful screens, each showing clips taken from films of girls who could move stuff with their minds? Anyhow she's got a solo exhibition at Tate Britain and unlike the horrendous advertising posters, it's well worth a look at. Although it solidified my belief that video art really just isn't for me, it also confirmed my belief that anything, and I mean anything, looks cool if it's collected in all its different varieties and framed. There's something really anal about really liking things lined up neatly isn't there? OCD aside there's also a really nice piece called Monument which is all these photos of forgotten memorial plaques from around London like:

Frederick Alfred Croft. Inspector. Aged 31. Saved a lunatic woman from suicide at Woolwich Arsenal Station but was himself run over by the train. Jan 11 1878

David Selves. Aged 12. of Woolwich. Supported his drowning playfellow and sank with him clasped in his arms. September 12, 1886

Go have a gander.

Also...



Just in case you fancy getting psyched up about cycling, The Flying Scotsman is up on BBC Iplayer right now. Go Boris Bike, go go go!!