2010 in Twelve Days - April

In April, Dave and I celebrated the fact that no-one would have put up with either of us for so long our ten year anniversary, then he promptly set off to tour the country with another woman (and man). Bereft, I got obsessed with crisps. I never did find out the best flavour as I couldn't find Welsh rarebit and Irish stew flavour, which was probably for the best.

Book: Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky - Patrick Hamilton. The stories in this trilogy are 80 years old, but Hamilton sees into people's souls more acutely than Amis, Self, McEwan or other modern writers.

TV: Dr Who

A kind of reboot as the aggressively heterosexual Steven Moffat took the helm, Scottishness becoming the new gay. I had a slightly hard time with Matt Smith, I like him as an actor, but I wasn't convinced he was quite right for the job but he kind of grew on me. He is sort of a cross between the manic niceness of Tenant and the intense meanness of Ecclestone. On the other hand, I loved Amy Pond like an incestuous sister and I liked the new story-telling which like, y'know, told a story without getting (too) mired down in slushiness. Cracking dialogue between the Doctor and Amy, and the Doctor and River; one of the things I liked about Mr Moffat's Press Gang was the Julia\Spike screwball dialogue.

You Have Been Watching. The king of overstatement, Mr Charlie Brooker, hosts a skit-com panel show in which he and 3 comedians (one always a comedienne, unlike QI, Have I Got News For You, Mock The Week etc etc etc) riff amusingly about TV, without the boring poetry bits or the Explaining How Telly Works of Screenwipe, but just by making scabrous comments, e.g. comparing Hannah Montana to Nazi architecture and: “Coach Trip is like the Frtizl house – on wheels!”

 Song: Crystal Castles – Vanished I could have picked any CC song. They're all pretty much the same song. It's a great song though.

Archie Bells and The Drells – Tighten Up. Fab slice of Northern funk. I love how Mr Bell introduces himself and his band at the beginning of the song.

Film: The Killers

Days Out: Great Bricett, Dorsey Wood

 

 

2010 in Twelve Days - April

In April, Dave and I celebrated the fact that no-one would have put up with either of us for so long our ten year anniversary, then he promptly set off to tour the country with another woman (and man). Bereft, I got obsessed with crisps. I never did find out the best flavour as I couldn't find Welsh rarebit and Irish stew flavour, which was probably for the best.

Book: Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky - Patrick Hamilton. The stories in this trilogy are 80 years old, but Hamilton sees into people's souls more acutely than Amis, Self, McEwan or other modern writers.

TV: Dr Who

A kind of reboot as the aggressively heterosexual Steven Moffat took the helm, Scottishness becoming the new gay. I had a slightly hard time with Matt Smith, I like him as an actor, but I wasn't convinced he was quite right for the job but he kind of grew on me. He is sort of a cross between the manic niceness of Tenant and the intense meanness of Ecclestone. On the other hand, I loved Amy Pond like an incestuous sister and I liked the new story-telling which like, y'know, told a story without getting (too) mired down in slushiness. Cracking dialogue between the Doctor and Amy, and the Doctor and River; one of the things I liked about Mr Moffat's Press Gang was the Julia\Spike screwball dialogue.

You Have Been Watching. The king of overstatement, Mr Charlie Brooker, hosts a skit-com panel show in which he and 3 comedians (one always a comedienne, unlike QI, Have I Got News For You, Mock The Week etc etc etc) riff amusingly about TV, without the boring poetry bits or the Explaining How Telly Works of Screenwipe, but just by making scabrous comments, e.g. comparing Hannah Montana to Nazi architecture and: “Coach Trip is like the Frtizl house – on wheels!”

 Song: Crystal Castles – Vanished I could have picked any CC song. They're all pretty much the same song. It's a great song though.

Archie Bells and The Drells – Tighten Up. Fab slice of Northern funk. I love how Mr Bell introduces himself and his band at the beginning of the song.

Film: The Killers

Days Out: Great Bricett, Dorsey Wood