very slow on the uptake these days, what with me having no internet or tv in the home anymore, and being in somewhat of a love-bubble, as my friend Kate put it... watched the Griffin QT from the gaudily-stained comfort of a Bethnal Green internet cafe the other night. recent events have made me think about it again.

rly wish Griffin had opened up a bit more. woulda made for better entertainment... because that's all these people are ultimately: amusing distractions from the obscured longterm investors in this state who control the affairs of it. In the strange celebrity-culture-for-mingers that politics has become, it was fitting to see QT turn into a Punch And Judy show for the night... they coulda totally gone further with it too: install a *Travelator* next time, and two podiums with a lycra-clad member of the disgruntled audience wielding a giant cotton bud.

Where (or of what) one cannot speak, one must pass over in silence.

Vinyl Promo's available to buy here - http://bit.ly/frommemory

k, so in the vein of dear High Contrast (not pronounced High ContRAHst, Toby of Surbiton), i'm a gonna do you a movie review. too bad this one doesn't really warrant a post structuralist Derridaian rinse out. it's just a chick flick.. OR IS IT? lol.
went to see it with this impossibly pretty and brainy rose of england who i have been destroying the life of for over a year now.

there were so many parallels in this movie with what i am currently going thru it was disturbing. watching the trite mewings of that man-teen from Thrid Rock From The Sun, and that girl with the massive eyes who pretended to cut a paedo's bollocks off in Hard Candy really cheapened the whole affair. Wish i'd never seen it now. My love life got Hollywoodised before my very eyes.

weird how the events of your life can make you sit through something you'd otherwise walk out of before the opening credits have finished. but such is art i spose. it either resonates with you, or it doesn't.

Sick-as-all-fuck soundtrack tho; Temper Trap, Regina Spektor etc.

Traffic Jam: Gold and Black Leopard Print Range Rover Vogue behind, Toyota Pickup truck with one back wheel missing in front.

Played 16 Tons Club in central Moscow using an Akai DPS 24. It worked. loads of control... stems of my tunes longed out and smashed to bits. Playing my tunes from vinyl or cd can fuck right off... altho the logistics of it all was a nightmare: truly obscene excess baggage fee (thanks Dimitri). But Russia was definitely the place to do a screaming Mistabishi set on a 45kg 30x30 inch piece of obsolete 90's hardware.

oh yeh.. get to know CHEBURASHKA