Posts from 11th January 2006

Jan 06

cbb-watch: turner award for dramatic irony

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during the who’s-most-famous competition, the GG, in a huff bcz barrymore and rodman merely ASSUMED top slot wz between them, muttered: “If it’s worldwide, I’m the most famous. Virtually every Muslim in the world, which is one-and-a-half billion people, knows me.”

in the indie today, one of that one-and-a-half billion showed he knew who AND where, viz: “On a day like today, which is an important day for the local Muslim community, one would have expected him to at least have visited the local mosque to show his respect. Instead, he appears to be in some kind of brothel,” said Abdal Ullah, a member of the local Metropolitan Police Authority and chair of its community engagement committee.

Watching the inevitable

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In Lower City a prostitute ends up hanging out with these two dudes (they are dudes). They both take it in turns to have sex with her in a casual way. And this goes on until…

The odd thing about Lower City is the pounding sense of inevitability never overwhelms the rattling storytelling of the film. Everything outside the open love (sex) triangle is extraneous: perhaps fun to watch the odd scam being pulled, the odd boxing match and the odd bit of sex: but nothing is going to stop this rollercoaster reaching the final stop.

Except as I noted on a previous DYS post, people don’t follow things through to the strict tragic endings anymore. In this kind of triangle you expect a barrelful of death. And that just doesn’t happen. So there is hope, even in the poorest parts of Brazil.

Fat Man Update

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…The story so far. Once upon a time there were some pubs in London which did not do the same beers as everywhere else. People scoffed, but we tried out the Happy Shopper lagers on offer and became quite enamored of the cooking lager: Ayingerbrau. This being difficult to pronounce (actually I am quite used to pronouncing it now) it was often referred to by the three dimensional Bavarian Beer Boy infront of its tap : THE MAN IN A BOX. This bounded homunculus was to us a mascot of good times, and a guarantee of a beer under two pounds.

And then they took the Man In A Box away.
And even though we were not men in boxes we spoke out.
And then they changed its name to Alpine Lager
And even though they have not changed our name to Alpine Lager, we are speaking out.

So since previous reports we have still spotted a few patches of Ayingerbrau activity in London, notably the Red Lion on Kingly Street. But sad news to report, HefeWeisse, the wheat beer of the batch, has been rebranded in Alpine Lager pubs as “Wheat Beer” – snappy name Mr Smith. As previously noted, Alpine Lager, not only being a lousy generic name is already the name of a Canadian lager. But what was not investigated was the well being of the Ayinger Brewery, the original creators of Ayingerbrau?

Well, as seen here, you’ll be pleased to know that they are still going and upholding the fine tradition of the man in the box. And so I shall write to them, to see exactly why their legendary link with Sam Smith’s seems to have fallen down, and how else we can see their fine products in the UK.