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Throbbing Gristle Videos

Link contains two interviews with Genesis P Orridge,as well as live footage of Throbbing Gristle.

Throbbing Gristle

Hag Night,Barrowboy and Banker,London Bridge,February 8

The name of this pub,situated pretty well opposite London Bridge tube station,would make an interesting piece of rhyming slang,or possibly even a "cottaging" scenario?? Its grand interior was festooned with Hogarth prints, and portraits of famous Englishmen. The pub could be seen from the tube stations entrance; God knows where I would have ended up if I had followed...
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Two irritating films in two weeks.

The first, Michael Winterbottom's "Cock and Bull Story", was supposedly an attempt to film Tristram Shandy's "The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman".

Maybe I'm missing something profound,but it seemed to me to be an utterly self-indulgent,smug,in-joke-ridden luvvie fest instead. Probably the worst film I have seen for years.

This week was the turn of Werner Herzog's "Grizzly...
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Shostakovich 4th,Bridgewater Hall, Manchester#

Met up with a couple of friends in the cafe at the Bridgewater Hall, and,due to the excellent news of Stockport County's victory, decided that instead of listening to a lecture about Shostakovich' music, we'd go for a beer at the Britons Protection instead.

After a nice pint of Cromwells and (appropriately) Robinsons, we went back to the Bridgewater Hall...
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"Bicycle Thief", more Japanese games

On Monday, I started my Cornerhouse film course on Italian comedies. Most of the students were old wrinklies,unlike the previous courses I have attended and I was sat next to an old American who looked exactly like an archetypal Guardian Reader.

Our lecturer was Italian and was highly demonstrative and entertaining.

"Bicycle Thief" was a neo-realist film released in 1947,...
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The Great God Idleness wins again/Soviet war songs

I had intended to go to watch Stockport vs Brentford in the third round of the FA Cup, but the mate I was due to go with decided to go up to watch Darwen take on FC United instead. I couldn't be bothered going on my own so went shopping instead. Anyway, we lost 3-2, so now...
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Another Day,Another Bastard

On Christmas Eve, I had optimistically assumed that all customers would be full of the milk of human kindness, wishing goodwill to all men etc. But I was wrong.

In the morning, I got Mr Bastard on the phone. Did he ask for any help? No. Did he have anything constructive to say? No. He rang up purely to be unpleasant, malicious...
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El Diablo,Kings Arms,Manchester

The evening began as a balls-up. I arrived in town at 9pm, believing that some of my friends might want a few drinks before going to a club, but I was wrong.

So I spent just over an hour in Piccadilly Station, wandering the streets of Manchester or sat in shitty Burger King with a cup of tea, before meeting my brother...
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Xmas at my mum's

OK,so it was in Poynton, a boring homogenised suburban dump that I can't stand. I was a postman and covered virtually every delivery round in the "village"-and have actually had nightmares about being back on a round there. Ughhhhh.

I enjoyed being back at my mum's though; the TV was great for a change (I particularly enjoyed "The Importance of Being...
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Back to work,after filling myself with Christmas pudding and chocolates