Oh dear, a US Congress report says that the IRA is part of a world terror network. I fear this might mean that the US love of those happy-go-lucky shamrock-toting freedom fighters might wane somewhat.
Spielberg courting Stoppard for the Indy 4 script, according to Empire Online. Hope so, because Stoppard was the one Connery got in to improve the script for the last one - and he's one of the best screenwriters in the Universe. Ever. Volume 1.
Urp. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang The Musical is getting good reviews. I think I may have to go and see it after all... I mean, Richard O'Brien is playing The Childcatcher... arguably the most alarming figure from any film, ever, with his catchphrase, 'I smell children!'.
Richard O'Brien can make anything worth watching. He even brightened up Dungeons & Dragons when he appeared half-way through.
I don't think it's a song to change the world, but Oasis' new single The Hindu Times had proved to be one of those that sticks in your head. I've heard it twice now and was singing it most of Friday. Here's one review of it (from dotmusic.com):
This, again, is a great big, wallop-smack of a single, as the daddys of British rock return with a swagger to teach all those cheeky upstarts who dared steal their thunder how to rock a fat one.
'The Hindu Times' is a tremendously fearsome Oasis collision of monumental riffs, clouting drums, Liam's peerless sneer and the pre-requisite talk of getting high and the resurrecting power of that which will forever be known as rock and roll.
Here's a question. If a homosexual man is dying, would he survive if all the children in the world clapped their hands together and said, "I believe in fairies"?
You are Kermit! Though you're technically the star, you're pretty mellow and don't mind letting others share the spotlight. You are also something of a dreamer.
In ein enormously chirpy mood this morgen. Maybe it's the fact that my cold is less intense, maybe it's because Operation Market Garden is this Saturday, maybe it's because I'm a Londoner.
I'm adding Neil Gaiman's blog to the perusing list. He's the bloke who was behind Neverwhere, jointly behind Good Omens, and Don't Panic: Douglas Adams and the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (5th edition or something co-written with Mike J Simpson, Deputy Editor of the sci-fi mag SFX and President of ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha, who's been in touch with me recently about a DNA biog he's writing). Anyway, Gaiman is an author with a terrific imagination, so stop reading this blog, and go and read his.
From the title of this blog above, it looks like Lord Casey of Tring Road has been here.
Poet Laureate Andrew Motion's poem for Queen Mother. I'm never totally convinced by him since his is a very unconventional style; so much so sometimes that one struggles to keep the meaning in the format... but he's certainly highly talented, and this is good stuff. Just as well, really!
I am currently breaking the land speed record for cheque processing, though that will change after I hit a Wetherspoons at lunchtime. I hate pensions administration, I hate office work, I hate independent financial advisors, and I hate, I hate, I hate, I HATE... Peter Pan.
Oh, and I note Kirsty has joined the team; though Blogger's not open to publishing posts at the moment.
Meeting up with Peter this evening in Callaghan's on Glasshouse Street. Intending to try out the Coal Hole at some point in the near future. I don't think I've seen Peter since that Christening course evening. Yeah?
I'm an easy-going man in general, and don't mind a spot of Ewan McGregor when he's not being over the top. But he'd better watch his step if, as this story suggests, he's signed up to play one of my ancestors. Albeit one of the nastier ones.