Posts from 7th December 2006
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Dec 06
THE ADVERT CALENDAR OF ADVENT: 7: Burberry Smellies
As a wee nipper, there was one thing which made my life a burden. Smellies as I called ’em. My mother liked her perfume, and the rest of us had to put up with this. She preferred brews with a strongish niff, and sprayed them on liberally. I remember getting splitting headaches as a child in the car sitting behind her, a headache that would only be properly identified fifteen years later with a brief poppers experiment. In my teen years I realised how smellies could actually save your bacon at Christmas (if make it smell less bacony). A smallish bottle of whatever your Mum fancied would normally be just in the price range for parental present, and was – unlike anything else I could have bought my Mum, clearly a present for her*. It was clearly not a present for the rest of us, who needed a paracetamol when she got trigger happy.
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The Bible Of Badness: Old DEUTERONOMY
Cats.
I hate Cats. I hate the Stray Cats, I hate the Pussycat Dolls, I hate the Love Cats by the Cure. But most of all I hate Cats the Musical. I hate Andrew Lloyd Webber, that is a given, but previously I cannot say I had been troubled by T.S.Eliot. But once his not very good poems were turned into lyrics, well suddenly the mans anagram made sense. This was toilets. Ironically the French word for Cat is Chat, pronounced Shat, which is exactly the process I imagine Richard Stilgoe and Lloyd-Webber’s music did to Eliot’s poetry. All over it.
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Where am I gonna go? Ipswich?
Awesome things about Dark Season!!
Hooray for Dark Season!!
Pub-A-Go-Round: The Marquis Of Cornwallis
When i first started working in Russell Square over ten years ago there was a local pub, near the Tube Station called the Marquis Of Cornwallis. It was dark, smoky but had a feel of permanence to it.
Then it closed and god a major interior refit and became the Goose And Granite. Dirt cheap maybe, but of the sub-Wetherspoon chains proffering cheap food, cheap beer and lack of atmosphere, the Goose chain excelled primarily at the latter. Perhaps the thinking was to attract the local students (it did for a bit). Or the people living in the run-down Brunswick Centre (it did). A triumph then? (It wasn’t).
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