A good weekend. You know, it’s strange, sometimes I can’t think of any reason to pen down details of my vaucous life, and then other times I can’t get it down quick enough. I wonder who this is actually for? My reference..? Some anonymous onlooker? or perhaps it’s akin to scratching your name on a classroom desk. I am here!
Whatever the reason, I think i’ll continue since it amuses me.
All week myself and Bjorn had been working up to Blade Runner night, Saturday on Channel 4, which consisted of the Directors Cut and a new documentary afterwards with some unseen footage.
I have never much been a TV person. Well occasionally I might have slipped into it - but as a rule I think life is too short to muddy your existance with soaps, DIY and game shows. Besides I’d rathed be a reading. I find it frightening that my lifetime won’t be long enough to read all the books I would like to. The only television I have is a beige, Ferguson, Black and white portable, with no preset channels (just the turny nob) and a coathanger arial.
Film, however, is another thing. I love movies, and Blade Runner is probably the only film I could fairly confidently name as my favourite. Seeing Blade Runner on a 10inch portable in snowy black and white was not an option.
The first idea was to hire a top of the range, widescreen, mega TV but the rental company couldn’t get it to us in time for Saturday evenings BR fest. So sod it, Satuday afternoon, we went to the Curry’s Superstore in town and scoped out a new TV. A Curry’s Superstore is actually more fun than I might have initially thought. I went into consumer overdrive.
There were all kinds of electrical appliances from techno alarm clocks to hi-fis to neon, bagless hoovers (is it just me, or are hoovers now strangely desirable??!), to flatscreen monitors and PC’s.
We choose a rather cool Bush TV which is shaped a little like a cartoon television. it’s ace, it’s got a 20inch screen, and teletext, a cool remote - probably the best TV I have ever owned. And the best bit? It was £60 each!
Enough of that. We watched Blade Runner on the good TV, we drank rank red wine (with lemonade to make it palatable), ate Pringles, and did the Blade Runner thing in style. The documentary was really interesting. I had never realised how many problems they had had in the production of the movie. Harrison Ford’s absence from the programme was glaringly obvious. I think he ought to get over it. Maybe he didn’t get on with Ridley (for reasons Ridley himself confesses too) but Blade Runner has got to be Harrison’s best movie, and it was 20 years ago! Pah, movie star egos.
I am forever in awe of the film - the music gives me goosebumps every time. Therefore Sunday was Blade Runner Day. We loaded the 4 CD game onto Bjorns laptop (no likeness to Harrison in the game I noted) and listened to the soundtrack.
Later on met up with Bongo and Suze and we all went to the Southwark World Village festival (or something). It was pretty entertaining for a freebie (and on Southwark’s budget?!). I saw Bongo to his new studio space with Dan - and they played a couple of choons. They are really quite good and when they get their shit together I shall host them a site.
Later on got drunk as per usual, nothing remarkable happened except..ahh yeah - almost did an SAS rescue of a cat on a balcony that had been meowing for two days, ummm nearly died on the Woolworth Road trying to catch the 35 and…err..made it home in time for the nobbling bit in Misery (urgh).