Well this is an angry group of young men. It makes a change from the recent pop crap served up over recent days. It also makes a bloody racket. Strong punk Yoko vibes. I can’t work out if this is a musical masterpiece, or total shit. Not exactly bedroom music to drift off to.
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Hey! We’re both free for a Monday afternoon cheapo Odeon £5 deal. What crap do you want to watch today? Erm… Project Hail Mary looks like the type of tat that will fill the time. The BONKERS trailer made it look vaguely appealing.
Two and a half hours later and I’m not so sure. Christ, that was a bloody long film. It could have been halved, and still just about made sense.
We made the, ahem, school boy error of going during half term week. Kids ahoy! Even with all the racket going off, I still managed to doze off during the trailers. This didn’t bode well for a two and a half hour epic.
Project Hail Mary is a sci-fi comedy. Surprisingly there’s no romance involved. Instead we have some bromance between Ryan Reynolds' teacher character, and, erm, an alien that looks like a rock. This isn’t one of the great cinematic romances.
The plot is ridiculous. The sun is dying. Reynolds is taken away from the classroom, and placed on a one way trip towards the sun to try and fix things. En route he meets his bromance alien interest. Together they save the world. Or worlds. Or something.
It’s quite a cute watch, although the science angle went completely over my head. It’s not the type of film that you are going to be able to watch at home without reaching for your screen.
SHOUT OUT to the couple who thought it was a good idea to take a toddler to sit through two and a half hours without crying. The little ankle biter managed less than five minutes of silence.
An album recorded by Committee, Chaired by pop bots.
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I was a man on a mission on Sunday morning: operation buy two pairs of the Lidl carbon plated cheapo running shoes. But first a bicycle ride. Two birds, one stone etc. The plan was for an early roll out along the lanes, and then arrive at Lidl in Sunny Colch just ahead of the 10am store opening. What could go wrong?
There was still a slight frost shortly after 8am. This was visibly burning off with every km as I pushed ahead. There were no other cyclists at all, which was slightly odd. The only company I had was what seemed like hundreds of Essex Scouts, all scattered along the route on some sort of ramble. Character building, or something.
I made the Sunny Colch approach via the University. Campus was deserted. Easter holidays, innit. I had a momentary thought tback o thirty six years ago, where my Easter break was spent thinking how the fuck do I write a 10,000 dissertation in time for the start of the new term. Somehow I managed to blag it.
Destination Lidl was reached. The bicycle racks were full. Oh. This can only mean one thing: the cheapo road runners / cyclists of Sunny Colch all had the same idea as me. But they were ahead of the game, as I arrived fashionably late at 10:01am. ARSE.
I made my way straight to the middle aisle. I could see where the carbon wonders were, by simply looking for the bun fight that was breaking out. Blimey, these didn’t hang around long. I picked up the last pair of size 8’s for me, and the final pair of size 6’s for her. Job’s a good ‘un.
AI could churn this out with an 80’s fused with Latino prompt. SO 1980’s, and not in a good way. It could be the soundtrack to any of those trashy coming of age movies. I felt that I should be wearing leg warmers whilst listening. Bailed after three tracks.
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I’ve not really got an opinion on this album. It started, it ended. I didn’t bail. I struggled to think of anything meaningful to write. It didn’t annoy me, it didn’t inspire me to try and pick up a cheapo copy online. If I heard it again then I wouldn’t mind. But I’ve got more exciting music to explore.
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This is completely new on me. I rather liked it. Inoffensive, sweet, soulful. Disco folk? Possibly. It’s music for middle aged arses like me, who still want to dance, but don’t want a bloody racket messing up my morning.
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A brief walk around these Sunny Stockwell parts, mainly with various errands, but also partly emotional. Some things always come to an end, Comrades.
It was something of a comical walk as well. I closed the flat door behind me, and then ARSE. My bloody keys were inside the flat. I was suppose to be handing over the keys to a random. So I carried on to see the bloke who was expecting them, only to ask for his set instead. Perfect.
Life, etc.
Hey hoe. It all meant a few backwards and forwards around the Stockwell, Oval and Kennington Triangle. Have legs, have iPhone camera, will travel etc.
Not a lot has changed, yet everything has changed. Maybe not physically, but certainly within. You’ll miss it when it’s gone - although I have a suspicion it’s not quite going for me, not yet.
Later in the day I was cycling through Elephant for the first time in a few months. Woh. Now there’s a neighbourhood that has changed since I last passed through. The development above the station looks pretty much finished. The old Faraday substation has been dwarfed.
Always on the move.
I thought the band name sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it. A little online digging and oh - it’s them, that lot from Leicester. I was on the fringes of this scene when I rocked up in the City of Death late ‘93. I must have seen Prolapse at The Charlotte, and probably heard some of the singles. But they didn’t leave a mark on me, thirty odd years later. I have no memory of this music. The Italian Flag was unfamiliar. It filled a gap on a working morning. But I have no interest in returning to this scene, let alone the City of Death.
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