No, not the patronising, superficial Channel 4 makeover show. Rather, it's the early 90s, erm, vibe that seems to be hanging over London this weekend like a miasma of psychedelic Mandelbrotian smog.
For not only did Clapham Common play host yesterday to the likes of Happy Mondays, Flowered Up (Lord above), The Farm (Why, God, why? They were bad enough the first time round) and the Stereo MCs (whom I once saw in Bristol supporting EMF, early 90s fact fans), but I also seem to have returned to my student days and bought a poster.
A poster! I haven't bought a poster in years. The last one I bought probably featured REM (Out Of Time-era) or the Sisters of Mercy (Vision Thing-era). Why, I don't know - the last thing you want to see when you wake up in your sordid second-year bedsit with a raging hangover and a bloke you don't recognise taking up 90% of the available space in your single bed is Peter Buck's ugly mug staring down at you. But I was young then and clearly didn't know any better.
Anyway, I'm pleased to record that yesterday's purchase was in much better taste: look, it's a lovely promotional poster for Amélie, in Japanese. This is going to look super - if a mite pretentious - above my fireplace, where it will complement my oft-mentioned tasty red leather sofa.
Although on reflection it may cause me perpetual regret, not to mention bilious envy, that I'm nowhere near as pretty as Audrey Tautou. Or as gamine. Or as youthful. Still, I could comfort myself with the fact that she probably never saw Nirvana play live while Kurt Cobain was still with us. Yeah. In your face, Audrey!
* More like fourteen, argh.
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