L'apartament
I first saw this film at a Future Shorts night at 93 Feet East (I used to be Future Shorts interval DJ - I miss that actually.) Anyway, I believe the musicians and the film makers are Swedish and I think it's ace.
I first saw this film at a Future Shorts night at 93 Feet East (I used to be Future Shorts interval DJ - I miss that actually.) Anyway, I believe the musicians and the film makers are Swedish and I think it's ace.
Last year I'd never set foot in America, despite many resolutions I was always too broke (shout out to the debt mountain). Now I have been to New York twice thanks to getting a job with lovely people who deem it essential for me to go there. Aw shucks. Sometimes life is hard, you know?
This is a book that my lovely friend Paul wrote. It's about football, so not for me, but I'll read it anyway because he is lovely and I'm very proud of him.
Based on Flatmate Tom's assertion that any evening is over when people start telling jokes ("you know, jokes jokes") the three of us thought it would be better/ more fun/ an interesting conecptual experiment (riiiight) to try and come up with punchlines to random joke openings. We weren't very good at it. 'Best' one of mine:
"Did he just say 'I'll be your badger?"
The man was standing near the bottom of the escalator at Warren Street Tube station and staring at the picture. He looked like a photograph himself: tall, but with stooped shoulders, dark black skin, a crumpled black suit - although he'd removed the jacket and was letting it droop onto the floor - and a glorious purple Fedora with a tarnished gold hatband. I had a quick scan, being certain I'd see a battered horn case too, but there was nothing.
"But the internet used to be the most facsinating thing!"