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Some more capsule reviews

There is plenty for me to do, but it's raining outside and for some reason that always sucks the motivation to do anything right out of me. So 'm going to be cruel and dismissive about a bunch of stuff I've read / watched / listened to instead (though, if you're very lucky, I may find something to be nice about).

Talkie Walkie - Air

Music for cunts who write advertising copy to listen to whilst making their fucking coffee in their fucking loft on sunny fucking Sunday bastard mornings whilst the honey blonde bint from last night sleeps next door, blissfully unaware that now her tits have been used to snort coke off, she's no longer necessary. Awful.


That docudrama about Dunkirk

"Stiff upper lip chaps! The bally hun's got us on the ropes."
"Blimey Sarge! Best leave the frogs and the injured to die then!"
"Carry on soldier"
THIS IS WHAT HISTORY BOOKS ARE FOR YOU WITLESS BASTARDS.


Sex and the city

I had managed to go for this show's entire run without seeing it. Now that run is broken, and a little part of me is dead inside.


Secretary

So, she's been "damaged" then, has she? I get it. Intermittently amusing.


Cosmos - Witold Gombrowicz

This will be blogged more extensively at some point. Astonishing.


Ultravisitor - Squarepusher

Some bits go clattery clattery boing. Some bits go dakka dakka dakka, Some bits are heartbreakingly pretty. Some bits are unutterably tedious. So that's a Squarepusher album then.


The Happiness of the Katakuris

"The Hills are alive with the sound of screaming" = second best tagline ever (after Inseminoid's: "This one you can see coming" obv. Japanese horror comedy musical. One of the most entertaining things I've ever seen. I implore you to watch it (which for the Ormskirk Section will be easy, cos we've got it).

Right, enough of this, I'm off to eat a big cake.

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