The Mighty Ding: August 2006

Work Avoidance

Busy old week, so it was. And for some unknown reason I volunteered myself to do a talk about my job tomorrow, to all the people at work. Oh what a breeeeeze thought I, until now.... as the time runs out. Blank mind, a sudden compulsion to watch programmes on TV about slightly camp ghost-hunting 'sensitives' and bald women, thinking of a name for the big hairy spider that has turned up in the living room (Godrey, Lula perhaps...). Anything but a presentation on my job. Goddammit!

On a plus note, have booked my train tickets for the Cheltenham Cheese Festival, with Shaggy. There's a lot of good cheese in this fair land, but I'm going to do my darndest to eat it all... vive le cheese people!!

Drunken Moment

Hmmm just got home from a night out with the Swiss Miss and have been lucky enough to catch 'Legends of the Fall' on TV. Truly crud film, total melodramatic monkey-poo, which I first saw at the cinema with Bibbo whilst on German exchange. I remember how very seriously the German audience were taking it, whilst me and Bibs were stifling laughter. How can anyone take Brad Pitt seriously? He spends the entire thing looking chinny and vague (along with every other film he's been in) and this we are somehow meant to believe is 'acting'. Duh!! However, this film does remind me of the pure Irish beauty of Aidan Quinn. I believe he is getting on in years now, but I betya he's still got it .... here is a picture of the man in his prime. Gratutitous I know, but worth it!

Oh Bugger

Minus Superman, and sadly looking rather toothless, the mighty 'ding have just had their second loss of the week, 1-0 to Wigan. Bah. However it's most important to remember that we were priviledged to only lose twice in the league all last season, so not getting it all our own way in the big league ain't no disaster. Glass-half-full and all that!!

Onto other issues, I've just read a couple of reviews of a new Damo Lewis film called 'Keane'. No not a bio-pic of an Irish nutjob, but a pared-down tale of a mentally fragile man who is searching for his abducted daughter. This looks like it could be a goodie, and the chance for ol' Damo to regain a few brownie points after 'Dreamcatcher' and generally smarming his way through the last few years. Here's the link to the Timeout review:

http://www.timeout.com/film/83019.html

Superman in pictures

Superman

A certain amount of gloom in the Kilburn mansion tonight, thanks to a bit of a beating from Aston Villa. Bluddy crime though. Villa wouldn't look so smart if we hadn't got Sonko sent off for essentially tripping over at half-time. Harumph. Anyway better get used to the ups and downs of this Premiership lark, otherwise will spend rather too much of the next nine months feeling crapola.

Actually had a rather pleasant evening, before learning the score. Courtesy of a bit of "misdirected" mail Shaggy got hold of an invite to the new Habitat winter catalogue opening. Would usually think of many a better thing to do than browse nobby furniture stores, looking at nobby things I can't afford - oh darling isn't that lime green bowl with balls in just deevine - but when there are free cocktails and canapes on offer try keeping me away. Not even witch-like store assistants, who can spot a non-wongaful intruder at twenty-paces, could stop me - oh no! It also gave me a chance to peruse the big music store down the road and impulse purchase myself "Rogues Gallery - Pirate Ballads, Sea Songs and Chanteys". Having listened to a few songs, it certainly sounds like they were recorded whilst drunk, but that leads me to trust the authenticy of the venture. Madame Damo, with her reknowned love of all things piratical, would no doubt appreciate it...

Creative Corner #2

Just been listening to a bit of Teddy Thompson (why oh why), most depressing it must be said. Great singer songwriter, but king of the break up song. Check out "Seperate Ways" if you're feeling self-indulgently mopey about a split (I'm not and it still gets to the bones...). So on that theme, I introduce the second poem of this blog. Make of it what you will:

Migration

He asked "so what is it like to be a bird?"
I answered "I am coasting above logic,
And trying hard to coast above hurt.
This is what I dreamed of
When I heard the distant song of the north
Drawing me up, against all natural law,
To the boom, to the roar, to the cold song
Of freedom. I reside now
In the colliding airs that make up
The light and the clouds,
My steps perilous, far above ground,
On a lordless, flockless migration,
Away from love, but following songlines.
This is what it is like to be a bird."

Spreading the Word

Spent a fair amount of today cleaning, what rock n' roll... I am sure I'd find it easier if I had a "Britex Mighty Boy" vacuum cleaner, with his lovely smily blue face. Did give me a chance to start rating all my folk albums, though, with the intention of creating the perfect folk compilation to circulate to my folk-virgin friends. Just too much good stuff though, and it's impossible to pick which are the best songs and the best albums. Ahhhh. Thinking of a title for the CD is far easier and funner:

Folk You, I'm Going Home
Folk You and Your Mother Too
Folking Good
I've Got a Folking Big Stick and I'm Going to Beat You With It

What endless, and endlessly stupid possibilities...

Also went to see 'Harsh Times' today, with Christian Bale and Freddie Rodriguez. Genuinely good film, and a really nasty lesson in how low unbridled machismo can take you. I know my dear matey, Madame Damo, would enjoy it. Gotta say a good word to you, for all your nice blog words today (www.nopokemeo.org). Cider drinking much enjoyed last night, though sorry I had to run off to watch Match of the Day!!

New Head Ging-Boy!

This is a happy day in the world of the Mighty 'Ding! And there is a new head ging boy.... Dave Kitson (second ging from the bottom, for my non-audience). He scored the first ever Premiership goal for the 'Ding, before unfortunately sustaining knee ligament damage before half time. Get well soon Kits!

Also never before have the mighty 'Ding been the featured match on Match of the Day, a novelty which precipitated child-like clapping and cheering in the Kiburn mansion. All we need now, to complete the ecstacy, is an interview with Kits where he calls everyone a w****r and declares himself the antichrist, and Gael Garcia Bernal knocking on my door, wearing only a small pair of white pants... well I can dream!

Creative Corner #1

A little poem for the day, or night as it now is:

Sit for me

Sit for me, though I cannot paint,
For I see the ancient marks
Of boundary lines in your face,
The sweetness and pollution
Of a sky-blue haze in your eyes,
The soft fall and rapid rise
Of a ship’s wake in your chest.
I have seen all of my country,
This surfeit place, in your body.
So sit for me, and let me paint.