...in the style of Lara Croft (fellow alumna of my alma mater) in that swimmy-underwater bit in Venice with the motorboat...
Anyway, lots going on, not all of it exactly wonderful, so no time for anything much except to give a couple of plugs to the following people:
1. The illustrious Tim Footman (fellow alumnus of my other alma mater) has written a book about Thom Yorke (fellow alumnus etc. etc.) and Roland Barthes (who didn't attend any of my educational establishments) and Arsène Wenger (I might have made that up), which is even now available for pre-order on Amazon! Go to it, especially if Radiohead is your bag. And even if Radiohead isn't your, er, bag, then still go to it, because Mr Footman is a splendidly eloquent and effortlessly erudite and highly entertaining writer, and he certainly knows his pop culture.
2. A friend of my friend Smat (fellow alumna of my alma mater*) is playing a gig at the Notting Hill Arts Club on Friday 15th December. She's called Farah Naz, and this is her myspace page, so you can check her out, and according to Smat the stuff she'll be playing at the gig is edgier and like way more ROCK than her stuff on myspace. As Smat's coming all the way from the North Downs for it, and I may be paying the old country a fleeting visit around that time too, it might be a splendid opportunity for a West London blogmeet. Watch this space...
In other news, some Egyptians have tired me out, so I'm going to lie down now.
* I didn't plan this, honest. It must just be one of those coincidence things.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
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Lara Croft was quite often tired out by Egyptians, although more usually she was just tired out from jumping around with massive whammers on.
You wouldn't ever catch Lara lying down, unless she was lying on her front in preparation for her saucy arse-in-the-air 'stealth crawl'.
15th December has been entered in my diary. Well, if I had one that is. I've actually just scribbled it down on a piece of paper.
I was crap at that level. I was crap at all of them actually, I always level skipped until it got to the 40 fathoms level - the cheat didnt work underwater and so poor old Lara always got eaten by a shark. Or drowned, depending on how hard I was trying.
And that was the last game I ever played on my PC. I dont do well with failure.
I actually dislike Radiohead quite a bit, but I may well check that book out as everyone else I know thinks they're the bees knees. And Xmas is of course ever-approaching.
Did you go to a lot of educational establishments or just one very large one?
I make it two. I suspect I wouldn't have been allowed into one of them (and only got into the other by the skin of my teeth).
What with her arse and her, um, whammers, wouldn't it make more sense for Ms Croft to crawl on her side? Otherwise something might get shot off, and then where would 13-year-old-boys be?
Billy: Woo! Will keep you posted. Have fun in Australia, if I'm not too late.
Aimee: You quit at the right time, as all subsequent Tomb Raiders were rubbish, apart from 'Chronicles', which was great (although it did have the dubious feature of allowing grown men to manipulate the teenage Lara, in some sort of flashback scenario).
Realdoc: 0nly two educational establishments. It was just pure coincidence that four of the people mentioned in this post attended one or other of them.
Tim: They would have let you in. In fact they were so desperate for pupils who could spell and do sums and pass O-levels and stuff (rather than simply piss about with the merry insouciance of the rich and stupid) that they would actually have paid you to go there, like they did Smat and me. You wouldn't have wanted to, though. Brrr.
Some very short Bagpuss clips: http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/classic/bagpuss/
I went to see Postgate and Firmin give a talk at the NFT once. And the real Emily was there!
incidentally, not that I'm plugging, but the Radiohead book does include a Bagpuss reference. And I'm planning a CulturalSnow/Radiohead synergy competition when it hits the shops...
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