Posts from 1st April 2005

Apr 05

TV Diary: Why?

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TV Diary: Why?

This wasn’t just a way of padding Do You See over the slow Bank Holiday weekend. I had been thinking about how most of the TV items here (and there aren’t enough) aren’t so dissimilar to the movie reviews. Nothing wrong with that – a lot of them are great – but we don’t consume TV in the same way as films at a cinema, and I thought I’d have a go at writing about TV in a way that might more closely reflect how I use it.

At a cinema, I am sitting down and giving pretty close to 100% attention to the screen, uninterrupted, through the whole movie. At home, I don’t do this very often. Even when I do, most channels provide interruptions anyway. And the phone might ring, or I pop into the kitchen for a drink or to put the oven on. Most of the time I’m looking at a book or magazine, or here at the PC browsing or chatting on AIM. Also, we don’t watch individual TV shows in quite such an isolated and dedicated way on other levels: cinema might involve reading reviews, making plans, watching the movie, then discussing it with friends afterwards. A TV show might involve just switching over from one show, then on to another straight afterwards – and one show can affect the others you watch. The actions of seeing a film at a cinema have some sort of other affect: the ritual seems to do a lot to suspend whatever mood I’m in, whereas this isn’t at all true of the vast majority of TV I watch. Also, we don’t review everything on TV, the way all proper-release films get reviewed everywhere – routine reruns of shows we love, news or sports coverage, will get ignored, unlike a big new series of something like Dr Who or Footballers’ Wives.

I thought the diary method I tried might suit these ideas, might offer a different way of talking about TV. It did mean I kept comments on each show short, but that’s not necessarily so bad. I don’t know how far I got with any of these notions, but it seemed worth the attempt.

EMP Pop Conference – HELP ME OUT!

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EMP Pop Conference – HELP ME OUT!

OK, now I’ve finally received by flight confirmations I no longer feel I’ll be jinxing it by mentioning it again on NYLPM (plus you probably all know anway) – I will be going to the EMP Pop Music Conference in a fortnight, in Seattle, where I will be appearing! on a panel! hosted by M. Matos! and will be meeting ILX people I’ve wanted to meet for aaaaaaages. And this is my first ever trip to the US. It’s all very exciting.

The panel is not about music, it’s about music blogs and their relation to the press. (I’m glad it’s not about music as there seems less chance of me being exposed quite so quickly as a fat old fraud.) I guess the approach I’ll be taking is a look at the style of music blogs and how the way they look at music compares to the way the press does. This means I need to read some, and this is where you come in – I will probably check everything on my sidebar but it is out of date, if you run a music blog or know of one you think would give me something interesting to say, please let me know (email or comments box).

Because it’s a talking roundtable thing there won’t be a ‘paper’ as such but I might try and write up what I think into an article for this site.


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slower than ever (and plus DO WE WANT TO WATCH GOLF SCENES we do NOTT)!! a tough hour all round i ph34r, which the admittedly funny (if ill-staged) closing scene did not really save

haha the introductory catch-up talkin-to-the-camera “previously on FBW” wz UTTERLY INCOMPREHENSIBLE – and i WATCHED every second of the previous series!

boyler i blame you


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Day 28: Down To Earth

Crispian had spent the rest of his day in Deftu’s citadel trying to work out how we were going to return to Earth. In between fixing me up some slap up means and drinking much of the rest of the alien’s drinks cabinet dry. It would appear that there is a truth that is universal, that every culture that makes alcohol, makes something that tastes almost, if not completely, like gin. Ditto with tonic water: though it often doubles up as anti-freeze.

“So you are telling me that Deftu does not have his own spaceship?”
“Nothing I can find.”
“How did he get here then?”
“You could ask him,” Crispian said – knowing well that I could not interrupt the Listeners intrepid feedback inspired attempt to listen to his own tinitus.
“Just keep looking,” I said, shuffling around for another bottle of Galactic Gin (like Plymouth Gin but drier, by several hundred degrees).

In the end I retired to the toilet where I could think and not worry about Deftu curing his hearing condition. Which is where I saw it. I called Crispian down instantly.
“What’s that?”
“A giant spacehopper?”
“Indeed. And we can clamber inside and get shot down to earth in it. See.”
There was some sort of primitive catapult device next to the giant rubber craft. Crispian looked unsure but I have always been a gung-ho kind of girl, and also happened to be about three litres of alien overproof alcohol to the better.

Which is how, after decorating the ball with eyes and a happy smile, myself and Crispian found ourselves hurtling back down to earth in a gigantic spacehopper…


Hats are funny things aren’t they. Useful if you get rained on, are balding or have a tendency to lose lots of heat through your bonce. None of these strike me as a reason for Ben Montpellier Von Pellier Von Ponce of Curiosity Killed The Cat to wear one. A beret, by criminey. And he was not French. Indeed his surname suggested that his family had been kicked out of the aristocracy of numerous European royal families.

There was only one member of Curiosity Killed The Cat that you can rightly admire, and that’s the cat. Its death spared it from listening to yet more rubbish 80’s English white boy funk/soul: of which Down To Earth is a cultural low point. Gibberish lyrics about razor’s edges and magic carpets just made you want to grab Ben’s beret and ram it over his gurning mug. His actual name is Be Vonpellier-Pierrot which suggests that one half of his parents was actually a weeping Pierrot clown. Now with a son like this you can understand the weeping, but being the progeny of a hormone teenager and a stuffed toy is probably enough trauma for anyone.

Curiosity Killed The Cat changed their name in the final years to just Curiosity. One assumes because the cat was well dead by then.