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Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Well, this Euro 2004 malarky is getting a bit more interesting now isnt it? Of course, after thursday's clash with Portugal I might not be so enthusiastic about it. In between enjoying this festival of drinking and it's by-product of football, I've even managed to catch a few gigs. Though obviously I've been hammered by Thor's own booze hammer for much of the last few weeks, so my recollections maybe somewhat blurry.
Saw the Tokyo Dragons on Saturday. They're kind of like a Darkness-Club-Juniors, except taking their inspirations from the moustachio'd rockers of the 70s. Then, on Monday, after jumping around like a "Roon-a-tic" (damn this red-top tabloid punnery) I ended up going to see a 'Cat recommended band - The Republic of Loose . He'd declared them "the best band in the world" after seeing them at the Fleadh the day before, although his description of them was somewhat drunken and jumbled. Which is pretty apt really, as the band defy description in a kind of irish swamp-funk soup type of a way. Well, as I said they defy description. It was a toss up really, who was more pissed, me or the band, but from what i can recollect they were pretty good. Tuesday, June 15, 2004
Hey everybody. Hows it going ? Enjoying the sunshine? Big Brother? Euro 2004? England's dreadful Escape From Victory in the last two minutes? Grrrrrr......
The weekend before was much more fun - saw the 5,6,7,8's - (you know, the Japanese girl band who sing that "wooh wooh wooh" song in Kill Bill) They were very good, and I think they're touring the country so they'd be well worth seeing. And then we went on a house outing to Southend on Sea. Its like Essex by the sea, and it smells a bit, but apart from that it was a fun day out. Erm...and thats all the news thats fit to print. More of a diary entry really, so I can remember what I did in a few days time in case somebody asks me. Like maybe the police investigating some kind of incident.  Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Troy
Glossy, star-studded, over-long and Homer-erotic version of the classic tale. Brad Pitt pouts like a stroppy teenager and shows his ass in order to distract from his heel as Achilles, Orlando Bloom flounces about effeminately as Paris, and Eric Bana growls as Hector. Around them plenty of British actors ham it up, and Sean Bean comes up with a good idea involving a wooden horse. There's some nice fight scenes, plenty of CGI armies and everybody's perfectly watchable - there's just no spark, and if you know the story, no real suprises in the way its re-told. The whole thing plays like an slightly dull cross between Gladiator and the second Lord of the Rings - essential viewing for fans of Brad Pitt's backside, but for the rest of us at times it really does feel ten years long.  |
