Archive for November, 2007

Stewart Lee’s new TV programme

November 28, 2007

I got a free ticket to see Stewart Lee, of This Morning With Richard Not Judy and Jerry Springer: The Opera fame, do some filming of a BBC2 pilot last night in a working men’s club up in the other end of London.

All the big names were there: I saw Armando Ianucci reading a comic.

While I loved TMWRNJ, Lee’s stand-up hasn’t really done it for me. His Edinburgh show got amazing reviews so I thought I’d give him another chance. It being free helped, of course.

But this performance, which was basically for recording Seinfeld-style interludes for his new programme, and, according to the mates I went with, was lifted from said stand-up routine, rather confirmed my belief that he is actually a bit over-rated.

He kinda went over similar ground that Charlie ‘Preach’ Brooker has already covered in Screen Wipe, only more angry and repetitive, so I don’t really know how original the finished show is going to be.

His piss-take of Russell Brand was spot on, mind.

Don’t mention the rivers of blood

November 4, 2007

As much as I hate bigotry, doubt the veracity of immigrant-based scare stories and wish the Conservative Party ill, I can’t help thinking that the article at the centre of the latest row isn’t all that controversial.

Nigel Hastilow should totally resign as Tory candidate for Halesowen and Rowley Regis, but he really should have known better than to use the phrase “Enoch Powell was right”. He probably still is a big racist and all that, but he only said that the former Shadow Home Secretary was right about immigration causing Britain to have “changed dramatically”, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing when taken on its own. After all, even the pinkos at IPPR are calling for the issue to be addressed seriously.

It’s always wise to avoid citing pariahs when making an argument. It’s like saying, “Osama bin Laden was right. The United States did have a military presence in Saudi Arabia.”

I tried to get out, but they pulled me back in

November 1, 2007

Well, that’s not strictly what happened. For nigh on three years I had a blog with my alma mater, Warwick University. It’s still there – click here for proof, as well as some rather excellent writing, like the time I travelled around the world. After I graduated in 2005, I had to pay for the privilege of keeping the blog going, through subs to the Warwick Graduates Association (WGA, or as it’s affectionately known, Wigga), and I did, like some kind of schmuck, for two years.

Then this September, I was about to blog my exploits at the Labour and Lib Dem Party Conferences when suddenly I couldn’t log on. I hadn’t paid my membership fees to Wigga so without warning I lost my only creative outlet. They only had to ask; naturally, if they don’t care about my money I’m not going to give them it.

For a while then, I lived blogless. But the brilliant ideas started piling up and writing nothing but formulaic copy for DeHavilland began to cramp my style. Hence this thing.

More riveting reads are on their way.