Tuesday, 26 May 2009
Sunday, 17 May 2009
Friday, 15 May 2009
There's a lovely piece by Stuart Maconie in the latest edition of Word magazine about Gregory's Girl. I couldn't agree with what he says more. I, like Maconie, also use lines from the film to punctuate real life situations. Just the other day I was speaking to someone at work on the phone and trying to explain how to set a particular piece of equipment. I found myself saying "Then the red light should flash every four elephants". I then had to explain to my hapless colleague what an 'elephant' is. And if you haven't seen the film, and think I meant a pachyderm, think again. Go and watch the film, you won't be disappointed.
If you're a fan of the film, then you can count on me as friend for life. The only person from work who I see on any sort of social level is also a huge GG fan. Just the other week I went up to him in the canteen, nudged him and said "Don't touch the ravioli, it's garbage." In fact, this guy is such a fan of it, he even visited Cumbernauld, where it was filmed, as a sort of pilgrimage. I was insanely jealous, until he told me it was shithole and he couldn't even find the Clock Plaza.
And what man over the age of 35 isn't excited by a film featuring Clare Grogan in a beret. Just go over there and have a little think about that. Clare Grogan. In a beret.
Of course it's biggest strength is that it shows teenagers in a positive light. Not trouble-making, glue-sniffing tearaways. Just good kids who are crippled by every teenager's sense of awkwardness. And if you'd seen me at a school disco, you'll get my drift.
In fact events at our school in the late 70s formed part of the inspiration for the film. A girl had been picked for the football team which caused a minor national outcry. It made it on to John Craven's Newsround and everything.
And, our hero, has Rush posters on his bedroom wall. John Gordon Sinclair is a big Rush fan. In fact it was a Rush patch on someone's bag that encouraged him to carry on attending a Glasgow youth theatre group, he knew there were good people there.
You can't beat these for classic lines:
"Lot of fuss over a bit o' tit, eh?"
"We'll start the driving lessons when you've mastered the walking bit"
"Tits! Bum! Fanny! The lot!"
"Let's go and sweet-talk those two lovelies" - something myself and GG-fan-colleague usually jokingly say on a night out.
"Whoah, whoah, easy on the sugar, lady!"
"Here's 50p, you can buy loadsa chips wi' that"
"Pickled onions and dates don't mix, you might have to do some *mwah* kissing later on"
"That is a brassiere!"
If you're still unconvinced, it's on BBC1 on Sunday night.
Thursday, 14 May 2009
Wednesday, 13 May 2009
Tuesday, 12 May 2009
And don't even get me started on Cheryl Tweedy and Ashley Cole, otherwise m'learned friends might become involved, but we all know what's going off there, right?
My point is that these so-called 'celebrities' think we're thick. Why does Gordon Ramsay give off this family guy image when we all know what he really likes (don't we?). Same goes for David Beckham who has been proved to be unable to keep it in his tracksuit bottoms.
So, I would like to make it known that I'm banning celebrities in my house. Or even better I could become a celebrity myself, after all, I'm not particularly good or talented at anything, which never stops Heat magazine featuring you. So if any paps want to come and stand outside my house and take photos of me walking to the paper shop with my iPod earphones in and not exactly looking my best, then they're more than welcome. I can feel the buzz of the Hello!/OK! bidding war beginning as I type.
Wednesday, 6 May 2009
Tuesday, 5 May 2009
Anyway, talking about stuff that's not as good as it used to be, what do you reckon to the new Reggie Perrin? It can't touch the original, of course, but I quite like it. It's updated enough to be relevant while still retaining the character of the original. I must say that perhaps it's a little more accessible than the original, but it's made me, ugh, 'LOL' a few times, which at the minute is no bad thing. Good effort, and nowhere near as bad as I thought it was going to be. Mind you, David Nobbs is co-writing it, so he'll keep up the quality control.
Been listening to this rather a lot just lately courtesy of Mark Radcliffe's Airing Cupboard feature, originally released in 1982. Paul Du Noyer writing for the NME at the time called it "the greatest piece of English psychedelia since Piper at the Gates of Dawn", and you can't argue with that.