me & dinah, with T & floopy, went over to the muswell hill odeon tonight to see the dark night...
it was very episodic, i was quite taken with it in places, for awhile i was sat there thinking - oh yeah, posthumous oscar - just because he died... la la la...
but heath ledger is very good in it, the joker is by far and away the best character,
it's not good all the way through and jonesy from carnivale was pretty ropey as the DEA,
nothing like as good as the wire - nearing the end of season 4 as i am and it remains fabulous...
or indeed G.B.H. which i haven't seen since the early 90's when it was on the telly, (and which could therefore be nothing like as good as i remember it, but it has a good chance of still being excellent), virgin central are giving me the 1st episode of 7, just like they did with the wire a few months back, and i'm doing exactly the same thing...
thankyou the world for this great telly you give me...
tonight we fell into watching a very interesting but fairly badly made docu about a 14th century or thereabouts arabic traveller, a little spoilt by the presenter but beautifully shot and a great story to tell.. one shot reminded me of the cover to a book i loved back when i was 19/20/21 around the time i saw G.B.H for the 1st time, very happy to have found it still in my possession, i might read it next, having finished the 1st century after beatrice , which i wasn't right for this time around, but which is great,
so much rereading and watching things for the 2nd time... now i've gone past 35, into the downward slope of the 2nd half my life...
the book is called a journey in ladakh by andrew harvey and i probably read about it in the guardian...
oh the london review of books, i must get that back in my life...
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