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Entries from June 2009

Phil’s Big 9

June 25, 2009 · Leave a Comment

It’s that time of year again – when I announce my big 9.  The 9 films coming out over the summer and autumn that I am real excited about, I have been doing this since 2009 and it’s a very exciting tradition.  So check out the trailers and bloomin well go and see them and think “wow, Phil was right when he announced his Big 9.  I cant wait until the first Wednesday of Wimbledon fortnight next year, which is traditionally when his Big 9 is released.

 

 

Sci-fi-future-leto-tastic

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x9f8bz_mr-nobody-trailer_shortfilms

japanese-vampire-priest -mongous

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNsdBnScQAE&feature=related

genre obeying sci-fi superbness

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIexG8179K8

american teen comedy-a-o-rama

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4F–nHysJkw

Judd Apatow’s predictable entry

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-oGqZBWQ9Y

A crisp looking offering from Quentin

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUV-bTqm5ss&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.slashfilm.com%2F2009%2F06%2F22%2Fnew-inglourious-basterds-footage%2F&feature=player_embedded

because I liked the book, being the gay that I am. And I still have faith in Bana.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USUDlMBR-dQ

some people have a god, I have a Scorcese

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYVrHkYoY80&feature=fvst

and because it looks shit hot….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWof6CovHxI

 

Notable mentions for The Road and Bruno, close – but no cigar.  NB. All films released before the announcement of the Big 9 are ineligible.

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Be Nice People

June 11, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Ok, so lets get one thing very clear. I hate the British National Party. I thought I’d better spell it out as I didn’t want the top brass at Banque Nationale de Paris getting the wrong end of the stick. Because I like people from other countries and don’t want to offend them, although the French are gonna get it if anyone does. So, back to the racists. There’s a bit of an uncomfortable climate at the moment. And I have a few thoughts on it, and I’m going to share them and at points everything I say wont be entirely clear in being anti-them. But I am, there are just few fundamental issues I have.

Primarily, people saying they should be banned or whatever. That’s quite funny really, quite a facist mentally to a right-wing political party. We live in a democracy, we have like free speech and stuff. So, as long as what they say doesn’t break the law they can do what they want cant they? [At this stage a point: how is most of what is said not inspiring racially motivated hate? It’s like what gets them going. But it mustn’t be because the Police aren’t arresting them all every time they open their silly mouths]. The price of free speech is dickheads like this. We could put everyone who doesn’t consent with popular opinion in prison or something but then we know where that all ends In 1984, the book not the actual year. I would like to see the faces of people in 1984 when we all turned up, though. Of course Nick G and his mates would fit in better back then.

So if it needs repeating I’ll repeat it. I hate them, the BNP. I just think they should be allowed to speak their minds. Stupid, tiny, wrong minds that they may be, they should be allowed to speak. The worrying thing is the people who listen is it not? The people turning out last week putting their ticks at the sides of boxes and voting for these people. These are the people to worry about. These are the disillusioned massed who can be turned by a – I refuse to use the word charismatic here, but you know he must be to these people – man telling them everything that is going wrong is the fault of….well we know who they blame everything on. But its these people who fall for the bullshit who are the problem. These are not people with posters of Hitler on their wall, espousing silly things about the holocaust on blogs. They’re normal people who’ve been misled. Ok, and they’re probably racist. But they’re not beyond hope. They’re the same people who fell for New Labour, they’re just the one’s who haven’t got disillusioned and turned to the bigger more acceptable face of the right wing of British Politics.

What I’m saying is, if we can’t convince these people that there is a better option than for voting for the BNP then maybe we are a bit fucked and maybe I’ll move to Chile. I don’t think we are though. I think its got a little bit overblown. It’s more heartening to see the outpouring of hatred for them, than it was disturbing to see their success but its all publicity for them and they’re loving it. I’m not trying to make a pedantic philosophical point regarding a sensitive issue but anti- things are often just what the thing needs. It helps them. I don’t see a day when the Anti-Nazi League are sat around kicking their heals in an office thinking they should call it a day, their existence makes some idiots be the anti-anti-nazis, that’s the nazis for people not following me.

If you stifle a voice you give it some credence with the kind of people who will be attracted to stupid things. The best thing to do with a dissenting voice is let people listen. Just educate beforehand, so they can listen and be all like “what a nob”. If we beat them up or use the media to bully them we’ve sunk to their level. And we don’t need to. Labour should just make a puppy dog their leader. With big eyes. Job done – call election, win election: all hail Prime Minister Scamp.

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Begging You

June 9, 2009 · Leave a Comment

I think the time has come to form some form of agreement with homeless people. I don’t mean one where they get homes – sure that would be great, but they’d only turn it into a drug den wouldn’t they? Plus we all like having them on the streets really. No-one wants to admit it, but no matter whats going on at work or home you can always think “At least I’m not that bearded alky smelling of shit over there (actually that’s just most people, I don’t have that luxury. When I have a beard). No, that’s not the sort of agreement that I’m talking about. I’m talking about some agreement on begging, and when it’s acceptable.

I am fed up of being asked for money when I’m trying to go about my daily routine of ignoring the world and hating the things that inhabit the same planet as me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very sympathetic (I’m not but you’ve got to say you are haven’t you?) for the plight of anyone who has got to the level where pissing themselves is ‘just another thing I do’. I think its terrible that some people don’t have houses (they’re the ones laughing when its very hot though aren’t they? When I’m tossing and turning in my luxury duvet, throwing my Egyptian cotton sheets off because I’m a bit hot – the homeless man is laughing as he sleeps underneath the stars with a slight breeze cooling him, and taking away the smell of shit a bit. Who is laughing then? Its not me I’ll tell you. I already to struggle to sleep, I’d kill to be in a shop doorway with a bottle of cider and a remarkably healthy looking dog.) and that some people smell when they scrape the money together to get a bus and sit near me. Yes, I hear their pain – but I don’t want to be giving them money every fucking day.

What I’m proposing is not abject ignorance or me being mean. I suggest that for a token sum (£5) you could pay for some kind of arm-band or badge which would denote you as someone who could not be begged (to?at?). The money would go to Microsoft or Apple who could use the money to develop the technology to kill homeless people humanely. Haha! I got you, I’m not that evil. The money could be used for the good of the homeless people. I would suggest the homeless community be allowed to vote on what the money was spent on, but it would just be drugs wouldn’t it? So, best we just build them a shelter. In return they would have to promise to leave people alone who were wearing the badge/arm-band. If they ignored ignoring them they would be banned from the shelter – and maybe get a bit of a kicking.

It’s a great system and would improve my life immensely. Last night I walked the long way home from the chippy becaue I didn’t want to walk past a homeless man again. I had already said no once but I knew he would ask again. The twat. I didn’t say I had no change, which maybe would allow him to ask again once I came out of a shop having maybe obtained some change. I said “no”. So, I walked the long way back to my own house. I bet he would (literally) piss his sides if he knew what he’d put me through. “Haaaa! He has walked the long way home, with his chicken and chips maybe being slightly colder than they would have been had he taken the more direct route past me. Its taken him longer to get home, the prick. Nor to mention the fact that in a way he has walked in my house as I’m homeless so everywhere is my house”. That’s the kind of thinking that leads to people being homeless – his very name means he has no home or house, not that outside is his house. And I wanted my chicken and chips to be a bit colder so up yours.

But seriously what do I have to do to be left alone? Walking around with a scowl on my face doesn’t work (that goes for more than homeless people though, normal people don’t leave me alone either). I need to find something that repels homeless people, maybe I should dress up as a house. Or a job. Or not a drug addiction. The only sensible solution seems to be my scheme, at least they get something out of it.

Wow, managed to get through that without resorting to the cliché about them always begging outside Greggs or an ATM. One last thing though, Big Issue vendors, with your little vests ‘It’s not begging, its working’: I suppose it is kind of working, but its like begging to isn’t it? In the way you’re annoying and people try not to make eye contact with you. And you’re asking people to buy the rubbish paper in an annoying mithering way, rather than waiting to be asked.

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