September 30th - October 6th 2002
Sunday -
Saturday Peace
Friday No joke
Thursday Illustrated Books pt 3
Wednesday Ifield
Tuesday Slow
Monday -
Saturday 5th October 2002
I don't know if you've ever found yourself in a busy club with two of your best friends whilst they're having a furious (and I suspect somewhat drunken) row?
Kinda distressing, because (provided you're sober enough to resist the urge to throw yourself into the middle of it with your own particular plan for world peace) you feel a conflict between the need to keep an eye on them (to make sure blood is not about to be spilt) whilst simultaneously giving them space (to avoid embarrassment, or any suggestion that their domestic is ruining your night out.)
But I guiltily admit to enjoying the pantomime of it all: one of them leans right in to explain his position to the other, enunciating very clearly directly into his ear so as to be heard above the music; the other leans way back to give his partner a clear view of his 'that-is-so-not-the-case' facial response, then leans in to give his side of the story, making emphatic hand gestures that his friend can't see because the two of them are standing so close.
Lean back to show raised eyebrows coupled with an am-I-not-right? stare, then close in on ear again to furiously whisper killer corollary, in, out, in, out, the two of them meanwhile clinging to each other with their free hands to avoid being jostled apart by the surging crowd.
Not the kind of entertainment I'd expected.
Friday 4th October 2002
A Jew and an Arab are out hunting for oil in the woods, when the Arab suddenly collapses. The Jew immediately gets on the phone to America: "What do I do? I think he's dead."
America replies "Stay calm, first of all let's make sure he's dead."
There is a pause and then the sound of a shot...
Thursday 3rd October 2002
Coming up with a quick and dirty graphic to illustrate Children's Books would have been a great deal easier if KiddyLit it hadn't put on a surprising turn of speed in the last year or so and suddenly started concerning itself with drugs and violence and other 'responsible' themes, not to mention a strong showing from fantasy fiction.
So I took a Kate Greenaway child and plonked her down in an urban wasteland, on acid. (No children were harmed during the making of this production.)
A title like 'The Lunar Men' practically illustrates itself, but you try finding an existing graphic. Taking my cue from the explanation that the group of people in question were a bunch of clever men who met each full moon in order to have light to find their way home, I had Google find me several examples of eighteenth century headgear, and took it from there.
As I explained before, portraits are difficult to encompass within the letterbox format of the space I have to work with: you need a really strong background to fill the rest of the space. But given that the review in question was written by a rabid Europhobe, all this really needed was a touch of cosmetic surgery around the eyes...
Wednesday 2nd October 2002
Blogadoon doesn't really go in for jokes, per se, but this one amused me:
Frank Ifield's made a record with the Sex Pistols.
Really, what's it called?
"I remember you, you cunt."
Tuesday 1st October 2002
Blogging will be slow this week: far too busy having a good time.
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