My David Cameron

January 23, 2010

Fun for all the family. Make your own David Cameron poster here. See more here.


Let’s bounce

January 21, 2010

“And I’m like, give me 3 yards. Let’s bounce.”

“But is it ‘oh my gosh’ or ‘OH MY GOD’?”

“I think of my look as Holly Golightly goes to a Salvador Dali exhibit.”

“It looks like toilet paper caught in a wind storm.”

(Those Project Runway folk sure know how to stitch words together.)

On Friday night I strolled across one of the always magical Hungerford footbridges (I chose the one looking east to St Pauls and the City this time) to see Henry Rollins doing his spoken word tour at the Festival Hall.

I’ve never been particularly interested in hearing the man’s music (I imagine it’s a little loud for my liking) but I’ve always been a bit fascinated by him as a person, ever since reading stuff by him and about him in places like Purr magazine back in the nineties. Probably because he looks like such a hyper-masculine guy, and yet completely defies my prejudiced stereotype of what a hyper-masculine guy should be like.

The night wasn’t at all what I thought it would be – I guess I was expecting some sort of visceral punk poetry. Instead we were treated to a monologue that was somewhere between stand-up comedy and political rant. I wasn’t disappointed though – he’s an immensely likeable fellow, and his rambling stories about flying to countries his government were trying to make him afraid of and befriending strangers there with the phrase “Hi, I’m Henry, what’s happenin?” were most entertaining.

And I wasn’t totally deprived of scintillating poetry either. I turned up at the venue an hour early, and got the unexpected bonus of a free performance in the bar by¬†Poejazzi – sparkling streams of words that trickled refreshingly into my brain. (“My love’ll cuss you out like Christian Bale” is the phrase I remember two days later.) I’ll definitely try and catch one of their nights again.

I heart the South Bank. It’s full of little surprises like that.


January 10, 2010

OK, so we all know that evangelical Christians aren’t that keen on men lying down with men and all that. And that they’re quick to quote rules from the Old Testament (conveniently ignoring the ones about eating shellfish and stuff) to back them up.

Iris Robinson, wife of the Northern Irish First Minister, is a particularly fine example. (The picture is a mask of her at Belfast Pride.) She has called homosexuality an “abomination” and said it makes her nauseous. She’s also described it as “disgusting”, “loathsome” and “vile” and ¬†comparable to paedophilia – claiming her views were based on “biblical pronouncements”.

So the story splashed all over the news about her affair with a 19-year old brings a certain satisfaction – especially as the chapter in Leviticus which she’s fond of using against gay folk calls adultery an abomination too.

Not to mention the dodgy financial dealings that accompanied the affair, which would make anyone nauseous.