Hmmm. Late night, maudlin street. Morning comes and everything looks sparkly and fine again. Or at least it would if Kate – my flatmate and personal morning alarm call – had bothered to get up this morning. Accidentally waking up at 9.15am isn’t ideal when you’re supposed to be at work at 9.30. So I’m unshaven and smelly and with bed hair of such potency that it would make other bed hair feel inadequate and emasculated.
Melancholy at 1am…
Packing your bags like people in the movies do, All severe, and not saying a word, And I’m sitting down here just watching you, And I’m thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where’s the love gone to? Don’t leave, You got me hurting, Don’t leave You know it’s never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don’t leave.
Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn’t know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don’t leave. There’s a record you used to play, there’s Joni singing ‘best to be without you’, And I know just what she’s singing for, Where did all the love go? Where’s the love gone to? Don’t leave. You got me hurting, Don’t leave. You know it’s never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don’t leave.
Where did all the love go? Where’s the love gone to? Don’t leave. We’ll fly around the world, give you what you’re giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don’t know how to write a love song, But Don’t leave. You got me hurting, Don’t leave. You know it’s never been easy to love someone like me, Don’t leave.
On Max's Birthday…
I’m fairly sure it’s Max’s birthday around here sometime. Still – he’s ponced off abroad for a year and a half, and he probably wouldn’t like my t-shirt anyway. So, you know, whatever.
Chicks really are for fags!
Thanks for Ashley Frazier for this particularly fine piece of kit.

1.6 Gb of temporary Photoshop files…
I just stumbled upon 1.6 Gigabytes of Photoshop temp files on my Mac. Why does no one tell you these things? You can just pick em up and throw em in the Trash. It’s that easy. It’s put off me buying a new hard disc for a little longer, I can tell you…
A plane has crashed in Queens…
Harry Potter: a brief review…
As Cartman said so eloquently, “Yes I’ve seen the Terrence and Philip movie – who wants to touch me? I said who wants to fucking touch me?!” The good news first – there is very little bad news at all. It’s an honourable, faithful and entertaining translation that only falls down in a few areas, and not enough for it to spoil what is essentially one of the best children’s films I’ve ever seen. Make no mistake – this is a film for kids, but nonetheless it’s a slice of tremendously good fun that I’d defy anyone not to enjoy a bit.
You couldn’t get a much more faithful adaptation than this. Almost every scene from the book appears to be in the film – which may explain its 2 1/2 hour running time. Whether or not you can effectively fit every sub-plot of the book into two and a half hours must remain a resounding ‘maybe’ – because some scenes (particularly the earliest ones) seem to have been trimmed to within an inch of their lives. But nonetheless they are almost all there – which means there is time to explore Diagon Alley, go to the zoo with the Dursleys, travel on the Hogwart’s Express, see the Great Hall’s roof sparkling like the night sky, go into the Dark Forest, visit Hagrid’s cabin and take part in a Quidditch match. And there’s also time to give even the less important characters a bit of a personality – from the man at the wand shop, to Neville Longbottom.
The adults are all actors of a distinguished British calibre – and as such seldom disappoint. Particularly impressive are Hagrid and Professor Snapes – Alan Rickman re-establishing himself in my eyes as the most astonishingly cool creature in creation. The children are more wooden – but perhaps you’d expect that – they are (ater all) really quite young. Ron is a comic genius – the boy’s timing is astonishing – but Hermione’s played at a slightly more hysterical level than one might like, and Daniel Radcliffe’s Harry can border on the plank-like. But by the end of the film you’ve bought into the whole thing so heavily that you barely notice, let alone care.
The films one failing might be it’s special effects. Harry’s new world is such a spectacle of the impossible that barely a scene goes by without some kind of CGI work having to be put together. And sometimes the strain (and cost) of maintaining such a level of wonder shows. An early scene in which an animal turns into a human has clearly been done on the cheap, and the Quidditch match alternates between extraordinarily expensive and not entirely convincing CGI players and old-fashioned (fairly obvious) misdirection. Look out for a clunker of a crash, where the broomstick-flyer falls a good few feet completely behind a fabric curtain. And one might quibble about the unnaturally even ground in the Dark Forest, or the Centaur that escaped from Shrek.
Again, there’s so much to like about the film that you can forgive it it’s minor failings – and I personally could quite cheerfully have watched yet another twenty minutes or so without getting bored. Close your eyes and jump in – you’re unlikely to be disappointed.
Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter…
Guess who’s going to see Harry Potter in three hours time…
The day the counter-culture died…
It’s kind of ironic that in a time where civil liberties are under more threat than ever before – with Carnivore being forced in on ISPs, and laws being pushed through that give unprecedented access into people’s personal lives – that the king of the counter-culture, Ken Kesey should have died. He will be much missed.
Lose your mind in twenty
Lose your mind in twenty seconds – while searching for a new domain name for a PWP (pointless web project), I stumbled upon WorldOfWhimsy.com – and my mind melted when the voice-over started.