Jennifer Anniston to make a last-minute decision to attend the wedding, and then Ross Schwimmer to say her name by mistake at the altar.
At least, that’s my prediction.
I’ve got a weekend in May that is shaping up to be pretty damn epic, and should be freaking amazing:
Chemical Brothers on the Thursday evening.
FAITHLESS!!! on the Friday (get a ticket at StarGreen, on sale today).
The Champions League final in Madrid, if Arsenal get that far, on the Saturday. Else the football league playoff final at Wembley instead.
A lunchtime drinking session at The Church with loads of mates on Sunday.
And rounded off with the Premier League Darts final at the Dome on Sunday evening.
It’s a good job I’m taking the Monday off work!
There was an interesting article on the BBC the other day (pre-Oscars), concerning trends/demographics of Best Actor and Actress awards, and whether they could be used to predict this year’s winner.
I thought this little graphic was the most intriguing, showing the ages at which these awards were won by men and women. It’s amazing just how skewed the female graph is to younger actresseses, whereas the male graph peaks from 35-50.
I guess this is a pretty succinct commentary on Hollywood in general, where men are “allowed” to mature more gradually and really perfect their craft, whereas women are more often cast off as soon as the merest hint appears that their looks may be fading?
In three months, I’ll be here, at Hotel Villas Kolocep, near Dubrovnik, for a week’s holiday. Yay!
I’m really looking forward to it already, especially the amount of things you can do to avoid being on the beach 24/7. Not that I mind the beach; I got through loads of books last year whilst in Egypt, which was fantastic.
But the idea of sea-kayaking, sailing, as well as the nature parks and historical parts of Dubrovnik itself? Exciting!
The Daily Star
The Sun
Just to illustrate the complete nonsense that is the fashion of slapping ‘Exclusive’ onto a newspaper story, both the Sun and the Star had that word on their identical front-page stories today.
As it happens, the Star is actually a bit more forthcoming about what happened. In their story, they say that Cole shouted at fans from a balcony at the clinic in France where he is receiving treatment for a broken ankle. The entire story is based around a single quote, one paragraph in length.
The Sun, however, uses the same quote, but nonsensically claims that he was “telling The Sun”. Using the word ‘exclusive’ also makes it sound like they got a sit-down interview, something you can tell they didn’t by the lack of any other fresh material/quotes later in the article.
Well, save for the obligatory “source” who says something that sounds exactly like what the writer wanted to hear. Funny coincidence, that.
26.02.10
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I’m going to assume that agirlcalledhenrietta took this photo of the inside of the Barbican complex, because it’s a fucking awesome shot. It reminds me of when I had my graduation ceremony there a few years back.
I spent 4 years at King’s College London to do my law degree, minus a year in Germany when I was 21, and it culminated in a ceremony at the Barbican with gowns and certificates.
My parents didn’t trust me to make it to the ceremony on time from my then abode, so booked me a hotel room neighbouring their own, for two nights.
I have to admit that my final year at uni was a slog; my friends had all graduated, and I couldn’t be bothered to make new friends. I just wanted the whole university/poor period of my life to be over and done with, and to get out into the real world.
For my parents, however, it was all about the ceremony, because I’m the eldest grandchild in the family. I still feel like a bit of an outcast because I couldn’t introduce them to X hundred friends.
For them, it was one of those moments of recognisation of the money that they’d put into my education, although maybe not quite the recognisation of how it had made me the man I am today.
It’s still one of those moments that will forever be engraved on my memory.
I just wish that I might’ve felt differently at the time, and maybe REALISED just how important it was to my parents, even if it meant fuck all to me.
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Originally posted on: a girl. her world.
Stupid bloody curling. Stupid bloody British men’s curling team in a stupid bloody playoff which is still going at midnight and is bloody tense.
Stupid bloody me for starting to watch it nearly two hours ago and now not being able to go to bloody bed because I want to see how the bloody thing finishes.
EDIT: I went to bed before it finished. We lost. :(
BANKSY CREATES UNDERGROUND CINEMA TO SCREEN EXIT THROUGH THE GIFT SHOP
After creating a serious amount of hooha at Sundance with his film Exit Through the Gift Shop, British graffiti artist Banksy kept the momentum going for the London premiere yesterday by deciding to forgo the usual glitzy Leicester Square cinemas and instead creating his own cinema to introduce British audiences to the film.
Exit Through the Gift Shop will be screened until March 4th in a purpose-built cinema in a tunnel below Waterloo Station. Hailed as “London’s newest, darkest and dirtiest purpose-built cinema” the venue includes a popcorn stall, lounge bar, and “stunning” temporary toilet facilities.
After the premiere yesterday the audience members were presented with tins of spray paint as they left the cinema, which is located in an authorised graffiti area. At the entrance billboards read “No sexism, no racism, no adverts,” and “You don’t have to be a gangster to paint here, so please don’t behave like one.”
(Read full article on The Documentary Blog)
Yeah, like Banksy would have held a premier the conventional way. Man I wish I was in London, more specifically, sitting in a comfy theater seat under the Waterloo Station right now.
Wow, somehow this passed me by and I almost missed it. I read loads about his shenanigans at Sundance, and made a mental note to catch this film when it came out over here, but hadn’t heard anything since.
Thanks to Erin for pointing it out, and now I’ve got two tickets to go see it on Thursday evening. Result! I’m suddenly very excited about this, considering I didn’t know about it 10 minutes ago.
I’ve got the Banksy book, which is pretty funny, and I used to see loads of his little bits and pieces around my old office in Clerkenwell, as well as in Camden and so on. I spotted something near my new office a while back which I thought might be his too.
Anyway, Londoners: tickets are still available for a few showings. I’m going at 6.30 on Thursday.
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A History of Obama Feigning Interest in Mundane Things, via New York Magazine.
Well, this is just incredible.
