11/29/2003 07:11:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P|Much fun at work today. Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don't help.
We went to the Emmylou Harris gig last week. Was in the Gaiety which is a fancy old theatre in Dublin. Very good, despite Ms Harris' unfortunate choice of trousers. |W|P|107005761732249860|W|P||W|Pfirstname.lastname@example.org/23/2003 11:17:00 PM|W|P|dan|W|P|I pinched the name of this blog from a song by Bomb The Bass (from their most excellent "Clear" album - get it today!). This webpage has the lyrics to the song. They're worth reading.|W|P|106959717129557909|W|P||W|Pemail@example.com/23/2003 11:12:00 PM|W|P|dan|W|P|I just added some bells and whistles. I put in a counter and you can leave comments now if you want. Time to see if anyone reads this thing... |W|P|106959681136624112|W|P||W|Pfirstname.lastname@example.org/23/2003 10:19:00 PM|W|P|dan|W|P|So I got invited a to a launch party for the new U2 DVD last week. It was in the Sugar Club here in Dublin, and was a pretty ghastly affair. Some big cheese from Universal made a speech all about how wonderful it was to be launching a U2 DVD in Dublin, and then they made us watch the goddamned thing. Two hours of Bono and Co playing to a crowd of drooling idiots. By this time, of course, I was in the free bar, drinking heavily with a quiet glow of satisfaction at the knowledge that for every free drink I had, some suit at Universal was adding a few euros to the "promotional" line of the production costs, and therefore eating into band royalties. So thanks for the pints, Mr The Edge.
The ticket for the event was also a rather nice laminated backstage pass type thing on a chain. That's going on ebay soon, so I can take advantage of deranged European U2 fans with more money than sense (Grammatical note: is "deranged" and "U2 fans" tautologous?).
We went to see The Blind Boys Of Alabama last night. Very good gospel/soul/blues stuff, with the most energetic pensioner I have ever seen on stage. An added bonus on leaving Vicar St late on Saturday nights is that you can play a little game as you walk through Christchurch. You have guess whether the people you pass are junkies or dealers. It is fun and educational! |W|P|106959424406323675|W|P||W|Pemail@example.com/20/2003 03:21:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P|A cinema feast of late...
First up was Kill Bill, which you have probably all heard more than enough of by now. It was great. The last forty five minutes were superb - I sat in the cinema with a big cheesy grin on my face as the limbs went flying.
Matrix Revolutions. Surprisingly enough, not completely shite. All the turgid cod philosophy of Reloaded was ditched in favour of BIG GUNS and EXPLOSIONS, which was a massive improvement in my opinion. The wheels did fall off dramatically in the last ten minutes and I can honestly say i do not have a clue what happened. Someone I know was talking about going to see this while tripping. I think that would be a good thing.
And last and certainly least Intolerable Cruelty. I knew this was going to be rubbish, I really did. A rom com, starring that ghastly Zeta Jones woman? So not up my street it is in a whole different postcode. But I thought, "Hey it's the Coens, when have they made a bad film?" At least now I know the answer to that question. This was a badly misfiring mess, that didn't even have the decency to be amusing. I did like the guy who got his kicks out of steam trains though.
My friend Tain got a high 2:1 in her MA. Way to go, young lady!|W|P|106926656718704495|W|P||W|Pfirstname.lastname@example.org/13/2003 10:05:00 PM|W|P|dan|W|P|Accidently went for a "quick drink" after work last night. We went to a pub called GUBU on Capel St. Which it soon transpired was a gay bar. We stayed to watch the cabaret. You have never lived until you have seen a fat middle aged Dublin man dressed in a leopard skin minidress and blonde beehive wig dancing with a hoop and miming to Missy Elliott records. |W|P|106872894734848284|W|P||W|Pemail@example.com/12/2003 06:04:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P|Tired. So very very tired.|W|P|106858470502824586|W|P||W|Pfirstname.lastname@example.org/06/2003 06:45:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P|Today I bought the new Stephen King book - part 5 of the Dark Tower. I have been waiting years for this to come out. I am now torn between the desire to jump in right away and the fear that he has screwed it up. Only one way to find out I guess...
In related news I had to go up to Grafton St today for a meeting with someone who it turned out had "forgot" to fly over from London. Bloody Cockney bastards. Still, it was an opportunity to skive off work early and go to a pub where they were playing the Violent Femmes. Bangin'.
Also bought the first part of Esther's birthday present. Only 463845284 more to go...
|W|P|106806895073316448|W|P||W|Pemail@example.com/03/2003 04:46:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P|We went to see Alien:The Director's Cut today. I would love to tell you all about it but it was sold out. GAAAHHHH. Had to cheer myself up by buying books instead - Somerset Maugham and Naguib Mahfouz if you are interested. I don't even know what "you" you are, and if you would be interested in that. Maybe you just found this site by accident because you were looking for cross stitching patterns. I am just flinging these words into the void. I don't know where they go. But I suspect it has something to do with ones and zeros.
We should all take a moment to celebrate Mr Dominic Shryane of London, who was this week moved to write to The Guardian as follows.
"I've never been one to pass a penny in the street but - for the first time - this year I've kept a record. With just two months of the year remaining, I have accumulated £1.99 in loose change. What does this say about the value we place on our currency?"
What indeed? Mr Shryane, I salute you and your unflinching willingness to take on the tough questions. Godspeed!