I don’t really know where to go with this film; it’s an amateur film made by; and I think I’m safe in saying this; a group of nutcases. Centring around the intrepid reporter ‘Bob Frizzel’, and uh, chickens.
I really can’t truely describe it. Words fail me. It’s terrible in a way that somehow tempts and taunts you into watching the rest of it. The acting is fairly appauling, the script is, uh, unpolished, and the camera work…. well…. the less said.
But it’s also enormous fun, for a few hours this gang of nutcases let you into their strange warped minds, filled with motorbikes, transvestites, and most importantly chickens. An awful lot of chickens.
I can’t say whether I recommend watching it; it’s certainly, um, something. Something special and different, and largely insane. It must be said I was biased by the prominent billing given to an MZ motorcycle; which it turns out isn’t in it quite as much as I hoped!
Anyway, go here if you want a copy; be warned though, neither of the DVDs I got would play on the DVD player; and in the end I ripped it to harddisk to watch on my PC as the drive seemed to be struggling somewhat.
I wish someone’d said that last night. Stomach cramps all day, more than is reasonable visits to the littlest room, and now I really don’t feel like eating any dinner. Point of fact, at this very moment, I feel like running to the bathroom and hurling up my entire gastro-intestinal tract.
A trifle unwell.
I’ve actually done fuck-all apart from watching Films; there should be some reviews up in a bit. I also slapped two rather rapid coats of paint on my dash / associated components. All should be set for me learning to spray, uh, soon. Mebby tomorrow, if I feel enthusiastic.
FOX : The Swan
Is this not the most terrifying and damning inditement of [our] culture?
I find the premise of this show simply horrific, it is just….wrong.
So, with my dashboard nearing the stage where I can spray it ready for fitting, I’ve ordered the heated rear window kit (and a locking fuel cap for reasons I’m unlikely to go into here).
I’m getting quite excited. Just wish it’d stop raining!
….is that they open up a whole *new* section of tool shops to look at and go “oooh, that’s cool”.
My, an air impact wrench, I just need one of them…
…and a sand blaster; how handy.
Got a doojit, a thing for my dashboard. Stay tuned for more info.
Apply mango to jumper.
Wash with stain remover.
Wash with strong stain remover.
Be pissed off. Jumper is now permanently stained.
I slept really well last night, felt really good when I got up, then started sneezing.
Took my allergy stuff and it’s had *no* effect whatsoever. I keep sneezing almost constantly; my head feels like it’s full of treacle and, generally I feel rough. Nyargh.
….astounds me. To park across my driveway, when the street is full of empty spaces….
Anyway, the owner eventually buggered off….while talking on his mobile, so would the owner of L173KMJ, a Red Vauxhall Cavalier like to take a bow. You are my “Arsehole of the day” :-)
…owning another moggie.
Split Screen, Series II, 803cc, crap gearbox, export version, dirty grey morris minor.
Actually, I’ve thought about this a lot, discussed it almost endlessly with my housemate, my friends, etc, and I think the car is within the bounds of my abilities; just about; if I have some help. Of course, this means clearing the garage…..
I should be working, actually, I should have just come out of a lecture but instead I’m sat at home (due to an absence of parking space). I’ve got another lecture in an hour, so I’ll be heading over to that. I should be tidying if I’m not working, but I can’t face it. My desk now has about 6 or 7 inches of paper and books and screwdrivers and wire and pens and folders piled on it. This is because we reorganised the house at the weekend; we reorganised the house and, well, it’s much better. More needs doing though. So I should be tidying.
If I’m not tidying I should be exercising, but I’m here. Why am I here? ‘cos there’s not enough time to have a shower. Maybe I’ll do some sit-ups and some pilates when I get round to Vic’s.