A. Heathen

Yes, Mister Roganovich, make it so.

I'm watching a film that seems strangely familiar to anyone who has seen the synopsis of Constanteen ...

Keanu dies and goes to Hell.

He does a deal with God and tricks the Devil.

His girlfriend is "english".

He overcomes evil.

The film has a soft metal soundtrack.

When Keanu teams up with his Dad, a skeptical policeman to solve the mysterious murder of himself (also played by Reeves) and his best friend, their investigation takes them through the world of demons and angels that exists just beneath the landscape of contemporary San Dimas. Caught in a catastrophic series of otherworldy events, the two become inextricably involved with Death and seek to find their own princesses at whatever cost.

 

A most non-non-heinous film !

Can you tell I miss Luis ?

Anyway, looking for decent pictures of Gemma as she is now, all I can find is the White Stripes cover and Gruinard. But perhaps I am being too harsh on Sr. Frusin.

Let's have your nominations for best page of Gemma (not when she was a kid and getting into trouble, but now).

While you're at it, I will be needing a decent quality scan of Angie's first pages - that is the one in the cafe and/or "I'm a real piece of work ..."

I think that if our sexy swedish celebrity-manager is going to play three up front, the least he could do is have some different players among them. Defoe looked ordinary alongside Owen and Rooney, but it was only when Smith came on that England had someone up front with heading ability (as good as Jones' saves were, the header by Owen could have done with some power behind it).

You're being too hard on Rooney, whose only mistake was not to pass when he'd beaten the entire Wales defence twice each. You're not bitter or something are you?

The midfield looked better than in the Euros, but still not inspired enough until Beckham scored from his favourite location on any pitch. Not sure why Thatcher was allowed to whack Beckham, perhaps the new age of TV Red Cards will come back to haunt him.

Incidentally Ireland used to have the same philosophy as the USA team, but lost it somewhere along the line. ie physical combat & organisation rather than skill.

I would say it's the sort of intuition that Tim Robbins character has chemically enhanced in Code 46, and which psychological performers such as Derren Brown use. John's obviously got a predisposing hereditary factor too.

Mind them grapes.

Of course, if you were going to be a gracious loser, we could all wish Berti Vogts a safe departure from Scotland.

A piece of piss.

"All his engines" = all his skills and tricks. Might also be said to refer to Chas as John's driver.

Not much to say about "Bikini Bandits Save Xmas"

except:

Beavis and Butthead meet Russ Meyer in South Park.

All you need to know is here

http://www.gyromart.com/xmas.php

ENJOY !

It's a disgrace, Birmingham City reserves should be awarded the points after that disgraceful behaviour.

Well, if they hadn't won anyway Moan United 2, Birmingham City 3

Oh, hey John,

Your girls took one hell of a beating ...

26/09

Everton Ladies Reserves 1-10 Birmingham City Reserves

"Nor aught availed him now to have built in heaven high towers; nor did he scrape by all his engines, but was headlong sent with his industrious crew to build in hell. "

John Milton PARADISE LOST

In rereading some Jenkins Hellblazer - which I enjoyed at the time, but have no fondness for the supporting cast - I noticed there's a lot more recapping in each issue. I wonder if the contemporary vogue for trade paperback collections *has* had an effect on the story-telling despite what they all say.

Oh okay you win.

 

What was the topic again?

Constantine Blues

(Jagger/Richards)

Well, I'm a lonesome schoolboy

And I just came into town

Yeah, I'm a lonesome schoolboy

And I just came into town

Well, I heard so much about London

I decided to check it out

Well, I wait in Leicester Square

With a come-hither look in my eye

Yeah, I'm leaning on Nelsons Column

But all I do is talk to the lions

Oh where can I get my cock sucked?

Where can I get my ass fucked?

I may have no money,

But I know where to put it every time

Well, I asked a young policeman

If he'd only lock me up for the night

Well, I've had pigs in the farmyard,

Some of them, some of them, they're alright

Well, he fucked me with his truncheon

And his helmet was way too tight

Oh where can I get my cock sucked?

Where can I get my ass fucked?

I ain't got no money,

But I know where to put it every time

I'm a lonesome schoolboy in your town

I'm a lonesome schoolboy

Someone bring a camcorder to the Ship and we'll re-enact the script after closing time.

I'll be Chaz, you be Midnite and James can be Angela.

I forgot that Scottish pubs don't serve non-alcoholic drinks.

How forgetful of me.

As much as my 7/8ths wants England to win, the remaining 1/8th is pissed off that Robbie Savage has been cheated by UEFA.

Scotland is on Sky 1, Hugh, so all you have to do is find a Celtic pub.

If you wish, I can ask one of my mates where he'll be watching it (he's in Merton).

I've got a VHS of that.

I'll give it away at the London festival.

Quite funny but dated.

Whereas Denzil & Frank Hovis are still there.

Incidentally, "My mother said, 'Happy Birthday, Siadwell. I've bought you a carpet, and you can keep it in the living room.' "

Not only do I remember Absolutely, but I have almost all of them (and Mr Don & Mr George) on vidayo.

Who can forget "Yes, I do know what is sex."

and "Good evening, Frank Hovis here, on the lavatory"

and "Denzil, what are all these letters flying around?" "They are the subtitles gone wild"

and Calum Gilhooly's defeat of the Jehova's Witnesses.

et cetera.

Oh and the origin of "Goodness Gracious Me's" INDIAN sketch, with the radical scottish bloke (yes, Hugh, I am looking at you).

Back in the days before I had a vido-recorder, there was a sketch show called "Little Armadilloes" that I liked.

No, but I've heard West End Girls.

Play your cards right on 22nd and ... someone should bring the Pogues lyric sheet

Marebito - The Man from Beyond

Japanese Lovecraftian horror.

A man seems only able to watch the world through his lens and on video, but the extra attention he pays to what he sees, when he watches again and again, leads him into a world under the surface of the Earth.

He visits there once, but comes back with something that Doug MacLure never expected. It's a dark, paranoid fantasy in more ways than one. The soundtrack combines sounds, silences and ambient music so well that you feel you are in there. And when the central character sees passers by with fuzzy TV effects obscuring their faces, you suspect that he's losing his mind because of the gruesome activity he has been engaged in.

Highly recommended if you like the Japanese Ring or Eraserhead.

I wish to point out (and perhaps John could try out his thread seperating tool on this thread) that "indie" is a term and "rock" is another that covers a whole lot of things. If'n y'all were to see a blue car you didn't like would you say "all blue cars are rubbish-assed" ? No you would not.

Of course, the metal thing is not the same.

Contemporary metal (a subset of "rock") is correctly identified as "kack".

Surprisingly, Dead Man's Shoes had an EXCELLENT indie alt-country soundtrack (with a couple of dancey ambient things thrown in ... whatever the Aphex Twin is correctly labelled as).

Constantine is based on the forthcoming movie adaptation (starring Keanu Reeves) of the comic Hellblazer.  It's a third-person demon-hunting game with an out-of-this-world-arsenal.

Is that better than the "out of his arse wonder" ?

Never seen West Side Story ?

I didn't.

I used my special powers of suggestivability that I learned from my second cousin twice removed and unrelated, Derren Brown.

You're forgetting Kack-metal ballad.

"Cursed with a gift he didn't want,

All his friends think he's a ...."