Monday, August 21, 2006

The Edge Of Everything

Love is by an ocean
painting pictures on the horizon
cartoon sunlight and accoustics
a hand on a shoulder
a tatooed ankle, an open toed shoe
the sun says he'll stay awake just for you

Faith is wearing mittens
the sealion's having kittens
she sings her song to the sky
it's snatched by the air
undercover romance, no one sees a thing
this picture, this moment, this old clock's ring

Truth is in the dog house
and only she knows the whereabouts
plucking strings of Candian daisys
touched briefly by a photograph
what shoreline can hold this much beauty
without breaking away into the sea

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

You know you are out of touch when...

YOU DON'T WATCH BIG BROTHER

YOU DON'T KNOW 80% OF THE PEOPLE WHO APPEAR IN HEAT, OK, COSMO AND OTHER WASTE OF TIME RAGS

YOU LOOK AT THE CAST LIST FOR 'I'M A CELEBRITY.... GET ME OUT OF HERE' AND SAY WHO THE HELL?

YOU DON'T CARE IF PETER DOESN'T LOVE JORDON

REALITY TV MAKES YOU WANT TO BE SICK

HOME IMPROVEMENT PROGRAMMES MAKE YOU WANT TO KILL THINGS

YOU HATE MOVIE REMAKES AND WISH YOU COULD BURN EVERY COPY

YOU DON'T OVERLY CARE ABOUT YOUR HAIR

YOUR SHOES COST LESS THAN YOUR HOUSE

YOUR CLOTHES DON'T NEED DESIGNER LABELS

YOU ARE MALE AND YOU BELIEVE MOISTURISER, HAIR CARE PRODUCTS, MAKE UP, PERFUME ETC. IS ALL FOR GIRLS

THE MUSIC YOU LISTEN TO IS MADE BY PEOPLE WHO KNOW HOW TO PLAY AN INSTRUMENT, WRITE MUSIC AND SING WITHOUT THE AID OF COMPUTER TECHNOLOGY.

YOU DON'T CARE IF YOUR LADY PUTS ON A COUPLE OF POUNDS

YOU KNOW PORN DOESN'T MAKE YOU A BAD PERSON

YOU HAVE TO GET AN 8 YEAR OLD KID TO EXPLAIN WHAT FRICKIN' EMO MEANS!

YOUR MYSPACE PICTURE IS A PICTURE OF YOU WEARING CLOTHES

MONEY ISN'T THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN YOUR LIFE

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO WORK AN IPOD

YOU LIKE TOM WAITS

YOU KNOW OF BRUCE CAMPBELL

YOU THINK COMIC BOOK MOVIES HAVE GONE WAY TO FAR AND THERE ARE TOO MANY OF THEM

YOU THINK THERE SHOULD ONLY BE ONE OR TWO INGREDIENTS IN YOUR SANDWICHES AND ONE OF THEM SHOULDN'T BE FRICKIN' OLIVES

YOU HATE JERRY SPRINGER, TRISHA, DR.PHIL ETC.

YOU DON'T THINK THE 80S WERE COOL OR CHEESY

YOU WANT MADONNA TO DROP DEAD

YOU HATE FOOTBALL AND MOST OTHER TELEVISED SPORT

YOU HATE CHAIN COMPANY PUBS

YOU HATE EVERY HIGH STREET IN ENGLAND LOOKING THE SAME

YOU HATE PAYING £9.99 IN A PUB RESTAURANT FOR SOME HAM EGG AND CHIPS

NOTHING ON TV HAS MADE YOU IN THE LEAST BIT EXCITED, HAPPY, LAUGH, INFORMED OR ENTERTAINED FOR ABOUT 5 YEARS

YOU THINK WOMEN SHOULD BE LOVED AND VALUED ON THEIR PERSONALITY, THEIR TALENT, THEIR ABILITY, THEIR CHARM AND THEIR SENSE OF HUMOUR AND NOT ON THE SIZE OF THEIR TITS, HOW NICE THEIR SKIN IS OR HOW MUCH THEY PAY FOR THEIR HAIR CUTS.

YOU HOLD YOUR NOSE WHEN YOU WALK THROUGH TESCOS

YOU HATE THAT YOU HAVE TO GIVE UP YOUR IDEALS, PRINCIPLES, YOUR FAITH, YOUR LIKES AND DISSLIKES JUST TO HOLD A CONVESATION WITH SOMEONE WITHOUT UPSETTING THEM OR CONFRONTING THEIR FRAGILE PSYCHE

YOU WANT TO SET FIRE TO ANYONE CARRYING AN ENGLAND FLAG, WEARING AN ENGLAND FOTBALL TOP, OR ANYONE WHO FEELS THE NEED TO DRAP ENGLAND MEMORIBILIA FROM THEIR TATTY BALCONIES.

YOU STILL SMOKE

YOU DRINK WHISKEY WITHOUT A MIXER
EVERYTHING YOU LOVE AND HOLD DEAR HAS BEEN PISSED ON SOMEWAY BY A LARGE COMPANY OR CORPORATION.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Take what you can get

Take a chuckle from the air above the crowd
and wear it around your neck.
grab a handful of stifled morning yawns
for now, they'll keep you warm.

the newspaper rustle of the nicotine haired musician
is deafening at a certain time of the morning

take just a pinch of 'how are you?' and 'I'm ok thanks'
save them for when you can't think what to say.
hang a picture of 'can I be bothered to go to work today'
next to your signed portrait of Leonard Nimoy.

the tap dancing two-step shuffle of the people from the train
is relentless at a certain time of the morning

fill your sack with bundles of not-today-thank-you's
with the handing out of neon symbol strewn flyers
cut a slice off the carcass of an office block
clap the hands of your computer's clock shut.

the dipped in drain water grey of the clouds
is inevitable at a certain time of the morning.

The Crossi Lands in London


Having not written in some months, I thought I might just bring you all up to speed on various bits and bobs.
I am now working full time in Farringdon in London and I am moving in with my long time compadre and writing partner Senior Wallace on July 1st. We plan to do a lot more writing, acting, music and filming once we are properly moved in,decorated and unpacked, so check back here first for the latest updates.
Anyway that is where I am at right now and to be honest I couldn't be happier and more full with the joys of spring!
Catch you further on up that road...

Monday, February 13, 2006

Prisoners of Bore (and other songs about the economy of the Dutch)

Pinkish Gertrude
hovers, mothlike, by a neon bar light
attracting policemen

The doctor waves his fees goodbye
on the gravy train
that with whistles and all manner of trumpetry
seases to make sense

internet pop tarts
rasberry flavour
stick their tongues out
and waggle them about a bit
yours for just $15.99 a minute
peek rates.

Hussle and Bussle
Toil and Trouble
the human broth of commuters
nod their once bowler-hatted craniums
at the grotesquery gargolyans who guard
their stations.
That aren't going anywhere.

Amid the middle of a bus queue
there's the number 28
left behind as it only goes to Doncaster
and no one likes Doncaster.

Persecuted peeping-thomases hide behind
their curtains observing the throngs of unwell-wishers
through a crack pipe haze of indifference
and a smokescreen of anti-cigarette campaigning.

Bernard feeling mauve and nasal
in the small hours
counts his chickens before their hatched
and knows there'll be eggs for breakfast.

Cuckholded school ma'ams in tweed blazered nightmares
toss and turn in duvet cocoons
aware of time yet not biding it for a second
or a third.
It's all been too much and the day's yet to begin.
Properly.

Enraged cyclists, Maureen and Deidre
Mundane, clipped and ready for nothing
pedal their wares furiously
and furiously wear pedals
without ever once asking the return address.

and Postmen, for, in the end, tis they who define us
dance spectacular in an early dawnlight majesty
of drizzle rain dogs.
Carrying their sacks under their eyes
lacking foundation
or any make-up, come to that.

The wary retailer
who retaliates against what you wear
with such anxious energy
he can't be bothered anymore

Tabloid's devoid of thought
yet destroyed and annoyed
many thoughts simply by
not printing them in time.

Unreality Television
a gameshow for the nonchalant
a festival for the incompetant
a grey monolithic totem to apathy
and a celebration of all that's tedious
without ever once resorting to
mindful antics or rotund dreams.
Like that of a cereal fanatic or colbolt enthusiast.

Drab, the oppotuinity
when it presents itself.
seizure of the moment.
Gather up thy rose tinted trousers
while yea may or maybe not.
the 101 things we probably should avoid
before we cry for more sandwiches.

When all is said and done,
what's there left to say or do?

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Reality my ass!

God I hate reality television. I HATE IT. Cheap, charmless, exploitative, tacky television. It is just mind numbingly tedious and awful.
To be completely honest I only catch mere minutes of it before I quickly change DVDs or Videos of things I actually like. It is a similar ritual to a junkie plunging the needle back into his arm for a second go in case the harsh hideous of his life suddenly comes blinking back into sharp focus.

Here is what I think I saw while changing dvds just a second ago :

TONIGHT on cable channel ITV40 it's 'Home Invasion' with your celebrity host the talentless weather girl from Channel 7 !
Each week we take a willing, or un-willing person off the street (it really doesn't matter which!) and bind them, gag them, strap them to a chair and force their eyelids open with staples whilst a gang of Klu Klux Clansman break into their beloved home and trash the place, stealing anything of any value, sentimental or otherwise. Whilst also rumaging through their private belongings in the hope of finding something incriminating!

If we find any of the following, we won't break the contestants legs :
Crotchless panties
an anonomous love letter
pictures of Joan Crawford

If we find any of the following, the contestant gets to take a bathroom break during the commercial:
Handcuffs.
A used gun with a bullet missing accompanied by some blood stained clothing.
lost footage of Hitler during his final hours doing a distatseful mockery of Winston Churchill in a tutu.
or
Joan Rivers strapped to the inside of their water tank in nothing but edible pajamas.

The person in question is then let back in to their home where they have nothing to eat for 4 days except the shards of what remain of their life and a few scraps of dignity.
The best part of all of this is we film all this every step of the way then show it to his lover/partner or spouse in the hope of an argument.
The lawyers then take home a huge wedge of cash and everyone is happy.

This is followed in the Spring by UKTVDocumentary9's 'humiliation' night hosted by Davina Mcall.

I may have exagerrated some of that but believe me, the state of TV today, it was probably near to the mark. It used to be say NO to drugs, now you need heavy hallucinagens just to get through an evening of normal programming.

Say YES to drugs, say NO to Reality TV!
Let us start a petition - all in favour, please leave a comment in my comments box!

Monday, February 06, 2006

The New Year

Hello.
2006 heh here we are at last.
Well a few things to fill you all in on and not just another rant, you'll be glad to hear!
The main reason for writing is to say that a lot of the projects I have been working on - A film version of Macbeth in London, my film Zombie! (see links bar), the soundtrack to Zombie! and the album I am doing with my friend 'Wonderland Blues' are all beginning to bear fruit.
The Film of Macbeth - This is an independant film I got involved in by having friends of friends who obviously have more time and money than I do. They mounted an intense, professional and hard working totally independantly financed film production and somewhere along the line I found myself having a cameo in the film.
Even better news than my ego being rubbed by having a miniscule part in an interesting and diverse film is that Anthony Stewart Head (he of Buffy, Little Britain, Rocky Horror and Gold Blend fame) agreed to play the role of Duncan in the film!!! and did 4 days shooting with us in January. I was present for one such day and can report that the geezer is a sound and lovely guy!
Zombie! - for any of you that don't know, and if so why not, a couple of years ago I started shooting my own independant genre classic, on and off at weekends and when i had the money. That lasted about a year and a half. Then the arduous task of assembling said film took place. Working around my day job I struggled to assemble a rough first edit of the film. Which, I am excited to say, I finally did last month! and although there is still much to be done it feels like that hurdle has been successfully cleared.
Zombie! Soundtrack - Like I said, there is still much to be done and this was one of those things. So it is again with joy and rapture that I report that two tracks of the Soundtrack have been completed so far! Follow the link and go have a listen!
Lastly I come to the album
The Crowd That Entertains present... Wonderland Blues
Is an album that my friend and I are creating at the moment. We are several songs into the project and when it is finished we will hopefully present it in a live show in London!

So all this and a few other side things mean that for the moment I am a busy busy chappy, but then idle hands are the devils playground so I suppose it is a good thing.
the other thing that I will be concentrating in the very near future will be a comedy show with my writing partner. this will be a new birth for the old show Scandia-Hus and I really really really can't wait!

See you soon!

Friday, December 09, 2005

Dammit! it's my turn to be offended!

ok ok it's time we had a little perspective on this whole smoking debate. First they banned cigarette advertising on the television. This wasn't really a problem as right-thinking people don't watch adverts anyway. They are somewhere between pop music and footballer's hair in their level of utter annoyance.

Then there were those big black warnings on the packets. Not really an issue as there are warnings on packets of nuts these days saying intelligent things like 'may contain traces of nuts' but still a double standard when you consider there are no warnings on alcohol, gambling establishments or Anne Robinson.

Then along came the idea of a smoking ban. Now they got themselves all tied up in knots about this one. Should it be a full ban or a partial ban. Should we ban it from private clubs or just pubs that serve food? well forgive me if I am wrong, but isn't smoking at least half what pubs are about? and I am talking here about real pubs not the havens of hellish sentiment that are Weatherspoons. Anyone know a landlord that doesn't smoke?
How about, and this is maybe a radical idea, leaving it up to the owners of the establishments, who the government intrust with licenses to sell alchohol to the masses, to make up their own minds. How about non-smokers accept that they have the shops, the restaurants, the buses, the trains and the planes and leave the pubs to the grown ups? hmmmmm?

The most ridiculous thing was when the anti-smoking charity Action on Smoking and Health, or 'ASH' were urging bar staff, waiters and people in the hotel service industry to sue their bosses because of exposure to smoke. Well, what if sewage workers sued their bosses because they have to wade about in effluent all day? you'd say - well do another job. work somewhere else. What about bar staffs exposure to obknoxious violent drunks, or even worse the sad, lonely, boring drunks? are they not also a hazard of that job?

All I am talking about is a little fairness. If you are going to have this clamping down on smoking due to health issues and society well why not other things that endanger our health and society, like alchohol and reality television?

Drinking has been known to lose people jobs, wives, families and their lives, it also makes people agressive, causes projectile vomiting and encourages your Grandpa to dance to Steps 'reach for the stars' at weddings. It damages the liver, the stomach, the brain, the blood, the ammune system and your ability to maintain an erection for longer than it takes to boil a kettle and yet if you told people to put down their cans of lager, hide away their cote de rhones and throw away their whiskeys there would no doubt be an uprising not witnessed since the compulsory introduction of flared trousers.

Now the latest hoo-ha is the proposed raising of the national age limit of smoking to 18. Ok, so what? there's an age limit on sexual intercourse but that doesn't stop towns filling up with the illigitimate spourn of 14 year olds with congenital idiots for parents. There's an age limit on drinking but it doesn't stop daily tabloid newspapers paying lots of money to 13 year olds who admit that they too are alcoholics!
Why suddenly the big fuss about a smoking age limit?

And yet there is - everyone has had their say, The pro-smoking lobby Forest, The anti-smoking lobby ASH, The royal college of GPs, the national federation of retail newsagents, the welsh assembly, scottish Mps, the BBC and so on and so on. They have done surveys and made noise in parliment, even formed a commitee which will scruitinise the bill proposing the age increase!
Incredible, with all this attention being put on something so pointless anyone would think that there wasn't a war on, that there weren't terrorist threats anymore, that education was sorted, the hospitals had plenty of beds and were full of trained staff, maybe they've dealt with underage pregnancies, illeagle immigrants and the rising crime rate. Isn't there a country needing to be run? Just raise the age limit and get on with it!
If it works, great, if it doesn't then no change!

What is it about people that they always push things to ludicrous extremes, look at political correctness, look at the fact that town centres are now debating whether to hang Christmas decorations for fear of offending their non-christian inhabitants? Or even better the removal of Jerry Springer - The Opera from shop's shelves on RELIGIOUS grounds.

Now I will freely admit, haven't seen it. I haven't seen it because I choose not to see it. I choose not to see it because I don't like Jerry Spinger. In musical form or otherwise. Also I don't want any of my money going to that grey haired talentless promoter of
mass stupidity and exploiter of emotions.

Now I know what you all think " But he's just so clever the way he manipulates people and he makes lots and lots of money! "
Oh wait - I forgot, that's what makes you a great person, the size of your bank balance. There was I thinking it had something to do with integrity, humour, kindness or the ability to turn your mobile phone off in a theatre. Silly me, it's all financial!
but I still don't like Jerry Springer. Full stop. that's it.

So guess what, when I see it on the shelves, I don't buy it. Surely that is the end of it, you don't like something, you don't buy it. I hate sweetcorn, guess what?! I never buy it.
but that's not the end.
oh no.
There are fundamentalists campaigning agaist it, there are outraged anit-censorship groups demanding it be put back on the shelves as removing it is a violation of our basic human rights. I love that. You expect non-sensical rantings from fundamentalists but to say that denial of Jerry Springer - The Opera violates our basic human rights is a joke, surely it's a joke! please god tell me it's a joke!

Now if they said that the existance of Jerry Springer violated their basic human rights, they might have something.

Infact, in this case it is not the store owners being crazy, no doubt in this mad climate at the moment they are just scared. It's not even the fundamentalist Christians, only 20 of whom, out of a population of 60 million, complained. It's the pro-censorship Springer-fanbase that are going mental.
Firstly they likened the removal of a DVD off the shelves of Sainsburys to a government giving into terrorist demands and then the really silliness started. The boycotting Sainsburys and Woolworths completely over christmas, writing letters to the head offices, getting an MP involved, buying up shares to bother the managers of the corporations and even stating that they will be complaining in person to store managers.
I really pity those store managers this christmas.
who's more deluded? a store manager of Woolworths or a campaigner believing the store manager actually has any control over what happens in their stores?

All this over a DVD - people do realise it is a volintary act to purchase a copy don't they? they do realise that we can make up our own minds, don't they? that different people find different things offensive? this is basic knoweldge isn't it?

For example, what about the fact that I am offended everytime I switch on my television to find they have substituted an artistic fruitful medium with programmes that have titles like 'Celebrity Farm Holiday Antique Brother Make-Over' - where's my fucking banner waving clan of self-righteous busy bodies huh??

Maybe life is dirty, smokey and offensive and people should stop trying to control everything, stop pretending any of us have the faintest clue why we are here and just relax.
or is that offensive?