Mulholland Drive

I saw Mulholland Drive last night. What the fuck was that all about?

Don’t get me wrong. That’s not a criticism. Far from it. I thought it was a great film. I loved the fact that two thirds of the way through, everything changed and suddenly you were desperately trying to make sense of what had happened.

Salon have an in-depth article that attempts to deconstruct the film, but, to be honest, I think they are over-analysing. I far prefer to just see it as weirdness.

It’s the best thing David Lynch has done since Twin Peaks. I really wish something had come of the original plan to make it a TV series.

I also watched The Royal Tenenbaums – which was also fabulous.

How Not To Go To The Theatre

I made a massive screw-up this week.

My step-daughter is doing her GCSEs next year. One of the plays she will be studying is Romeo & Juliet. As it’s currently playing at the Open Air Theatre in Regent’s Park and the Open Air Theatre is one of the best places to see any kind of theatre we decided that we’d take her along to see it there.

So I was put in charge of buying three tickets, which I did via their web site on Monday. I book tickets for last night. Saturday, 17th. Except I didn’t.

When we got there, I went to the box office to pick up the tickets. I gave the chap my name and showed him my credit card. “Did you book on the internet?” he asked. Then he showed me the booking he had found on their database. It was for the previous night – Friday 16th.

“Please tell me that you still have tickets for tonight”, I pleaded – dreading going to tell my family that we wouldn’t be seeing any theatre. They were sold out, but he did have a group of three returns. They were better than our original seats.

“I’ll have to sell them to you”, he explained, “As it wasn’t our fault.” I agreed. He as they started to complete the transaction he had a change of heart. “Tell you what”, he said, “paying full price twice really sucks. I’ll give you these for our cheapest price.” So he sold us three £17 tickets for £8.50 each. It’s really nice to know that there are people like that still about.

Shame about the play tho’. Romeo & Juliet isn’t one of my favourite Shakespeare plays. And this production really wasn’t very good.

A Modest Proposal

Imagine there are two land masses next to each other. One much larger than the other. We’ll call them Big and Small.

Most of the people living in Small want Small to remain independent from Big. There is, however, a significant minority of Smallites who value links with Big so highly that they’d like Small to be governed from Big.

So the Small government hold a referendum and discover that about 1 in 6 Smallites wants to be governed by Big. They also discover that this minority is concentrated in the areas of Small that are geographically closest to Big.

What happens is that Small becomes partitioned. The part of Small containing most of the Big-friendly Smallites becomes a part of Big and the rest of Small continues as an independent country.

Is this a good thing?

How about if we use other names instead of Big and Small. Assume Big is the UK and Small is Ireland. Or (more interestingly) assume Big is Europe and Small is the UK.


The Breakfast Club

Whilst flicking through my cable channels at about 2am last night I came across The Breakfast Club. This is one of my favourite films from the mid-80s and it still looked great last night.

There’s one thing that really bothers me about it though. To me the most interesting character in it is the slightly weird girl played by Ally Sheedy. I like far more her than the “all-American” character played by Molly Ringwald. I always think that it’s a real shame that in order for the films resolution to work, Sheedy has to reinvent herself – putting on different makeup so as to become attractive to boys. This seems far too much like a “hollywood” ending for my tastes.

Maybe I just like weird women. Or maybe I just like Ally Sheedy.

The Heat Is On

I dont’ know. You spend a week in Southern California and when you get back it’s even hotter in the UK than it was there. Something is badly wrong with the world.

Actually, it was probably hotter there, but the humidity here makes it seem so much worse.

What with the 8 hours worth of jet-lag, the heat and the humidity I’ve had very strange sleeping patterns since I got back on Sunday and all in all it’s making me very tied and grumpy.

Progressive Rock

Anyone remember Marillion? I do. I was a big fan at one time. In fact back in the days when I was social secretary at The City University and before they were famous, I booked them.

I mentioned this in passing on a newsgroup recently and was contacted by someone who is writing a book about them. He asked me to give more details of what happened. My reply to him is below.

I became the social secretary at City University in summer 1982. One of the things I found in my new office has a large box of demo tapes that the previous social secreatary had discarded. I found the Marillion tape in that box. I wouldn’t have bothered listening to it, but I’d read a couple of reviews of Marillion gigs in NME or Sounds and everyone said they sounded like early Genesis. I loved early Genesis, so I thought I’d listen to the tape.

I remember thinking that they didn’t sound very much like Genesis, but I thought that the tape was really good. I decided that I’d like to book them, but thought that as they were getting so much press attention they’d be too big to play a small student union bar, so I thought no more about it.

I’m not entirely sure about the next sequence of events, but at some point in September or October I was speaking to an agent about some other bands and one of us mentioned Marillion in passing. It turned out that he was either their agent or a colleague of their agent and knew that they were looking for somewhere to play a low-key warmup gig just before their first major tour. This was to coincide with the release of their first single “Market Square Heroes”. He asked if I’d be interesting in that booking and I leapt at the chance.

I’ve just checked at and that site has confirmed my suspicion that the date was Tue 26th October 1982. I know that I already had another band booked that night that I had to cancel. As the contracts had been signed, I had to pay them off too.

Normally on the day of a gig I’d let to roadies in and let them get on with the setup, but on this occasion I hung around in the venue for as long as I could. I chatted a bit to the band and they all seemed like a really friendly group of people.

Unfortunately, Marillion’s music was apparently not what City students wanted to listen to at that time and the turnout was pretty small. There were maybe twenty people in the audience. I do remember that a number of other London college social secretaries came along (on my guest list) to see what the fuss was all about.

To be honest, I can’t remember what they played that night – I didn’t know very many of their songs. I know I’d been sent a copy of the 12″ of the single by the agency, so I recognised all of those tracks and “Garden Party” from the demo tape. I also remember that the few people who came all had a great time.

A few weeks later their agent rang me again, to tell me that they were playing an extra gig at the Venue at the end of this short tour and to ask if I would like to be on the guest list. It was lucky that I said yes as that gig was a huge sellout. It was great to see them again – and this time with a massive and appreciative audience.

There’s one other connection between City University and Marillion. The social secretaries both preceding and following me booked gigs by The Europeans. In fact, the gig they played at City in 1983 was recorded for their live album (this is mentioned in the credits if you have a copy). It’s probably the album just called LIVE as listed at

Decriminalising Cannabis

Last week the Home Secretary, David Blunkett, announced that cannabis we be downgraded to a class C drug in the UK’s legal classification of drugs. The effect of this change will be that possession of small amounts of cannabis will be effectively decriminalised. This follows an experiment along these lines in Lambeth over recent months.

The Daily Mail dislikes this decision a lot and every front page since the announcement has had a story saying how terrible this is and campaigning against this policy.

The problem is that, much as I hate to admit it, on this occasion the Mail may well be right. Let’s look at the evidence…

I go to Brixton occasionally and to other areas of Lambeth more frequently. Recently walking out of Brixton tube station has become a nightmare. You have to push thru crowds of people trying to sell you all kinds of drugs. On Saturday night, just outside Clapham North tube station I was offered drugs by a group of teenagers who got a bit unfriendly when I didn’t buy anything. This kind of behaviour has become much worse since the drugs laws were loosened in the area.

Unfortunately it seems as tho’ decriminalisation will lead to more of this unpleasantness. If the drugs were completely illegal (as there were until recently) then this kind of activity does go on, but it’s far more low key. You don’t come across it as you’re just walking down a main street. You have to know exactly where to go to be offered drugs on the street. On the other hand, if the drugs were made completely legal, then you would buy packets of joints from the newsagents and there would be no reason for pushy drugs sales-people on the street corner.

It’s only this current “halfway house” that seems to give us the worst of all possible results. I wonder if it’s a deliberate ploy by the government to seem as tho’ they’re being liberal, whilst all the time knowing that the experiment will fail and they’ll be forced to withdraw it.

Summertime (and the living is crap)

It seems that the British summer started today. It’ll no doubt be over by the weekend.

It’s too hot to do anything constructive. I can’t think straight. I just want to lie down in a darkened room and listen to Beth Orton records.

The weather in the UK isn’t supposed to be like this. I like living in the UK because its weather is supposed to be grey all the time.

Maybe I was a vampire in a former life.