MY BETTER HALF...

This woman is cleverer, funnier and stronger than I am. So she can certainly kick YOUR ass...

LEAST ACTION HERO...

So many deadlines and dinosaur incursions, so little time...

JOURNEYMAN...

Lay back and think of the air-miles I'm earning...

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I t's been a busy week or so. I'd intended to enthrall you loyal readers (almost into double figures now, surely) with updates before, but last week was packed to the proverbial brim with things 'what needed doing'. As well as getting Impact to bed (sweet-talker that I am), I got the chance to see Avatar ahead of its world premiere...


The full review will appear in the next Impact, but now the embargo is done I can at least say that's it's an astonishing piece of cinema - one of those films where you can watch it and thoroughly enjoy certain aspects, acknowledging a thoroughly amazing acheievement as it happens, but not being oblivious to some things that maybe could have been done just a bit better (or differently).

The good points: the cinematography and use of CGI IS amazing. You know that landmark that they said would come where you honestly couldn't tell the difference between a 'real' human and a CGI creation - it's here. Cameron and his team have created not just a cast of characters and story, but a universe. It's almost impossible to think that the wider landscape of Pandora, depsite all it's fantasy trappings, isn't a real place. The characters inhabit this world and Pandora absolutely convinces.

The 3D elements are an interesting factor and it's a compliment to say the film would probably have worked just as well without any of them. These aren't the 3D gimmicks of the past - there's very few 'duck' moments - just a consistent sense of depth. Aguably, the 3D elements are more acceptable and less noticeable on Pandora where those fantasy elements allow us to make the creative leap a little more easily. Back on the 'real' military base, the viewer might find themselves lifted out of the moment by camerawork and focus that TELLS you where to look rather lets you decide for yourself. There's the odd moment in that steel environment where it's just unecessary. But otherwise, the Pandora 3D is like a good score - it enhances the esperience without you being aware of it.

The story is a hugely simplistic tale of good and evil (bad humans ravaging the land, good hippy natives fighting for their spiritual home). Cameron tends to push the ecological agenda down your throat and there isn't room for a lot of subtlety but that doesn't mean that aren't several huge emotional punches amid the devastation. But again, he visually excels himself in creating both sides and their way of fighting/living etc. The actors are good, but the characters somewhat limiting. Away from our central cast (Worthington, Weaver, Saldana etc), a lot of the supporting cast are archetypes - taking actions because the script demands it rather than naturally flowing. Don't look for a lot of depth in - say - Ribisi and Rodriguez and even bad guy Stephen Lang is fairly simplistic in execution.

Avatar is Dances with Wolves meets Pern meets Apocalypse Now... starting like a space epic, continuing like a fairy-tale and ending like a war story. It takes you about 20 minutes to get past annoying exposition and to establish the right tone, but once you're in, it envelops you nicely.

Review done, I finished packing and took the flights out to Iowa on Sunday. All in all they went well, despite only being able to take one checked piece of baggage. Got into Detroit early, but left it to head to Sioux Falls a little late. I arrived in SF at about 9:00pm, so not too bad, and was met by Jilly and Tasha. Temperatures were pretty bad, but survivable. There'd been snow, but no new falls to worry about yet. However I'm already using several layers whenever I go out - with the wind chill factor, it feels even colder than it is.

Having a decent time so far, but need to get on with the wrappings...

O h, there are some days that make you want to spit, scream and say inappropriate words at a very loud volume. Days when bureacracy, red tape and non-sensical stuff seems designed to slow you down and raise your temperature. Witness my dealings this week with Ebay and Opodo.


At a time when you'd presume that Ebay would be doing all it can to hold onto its members (if you'll pardon that expression), they seem to be instigating a series of rules and regulations designed to piss off a lot of its customers. A while back they put in place a rule that said while buyers could criticise sellers if they felt they hadn't got the service/goods required, that sellers would no longer have the same right. They said this was to avoid the tit-for-tat feuds that sometimes arose. Of course, that logic is a little like saying that a court should get rid of the prosecution because it was irritating to the defence. Idiotic. NOW, ebay have said that certain categories must only include items where the seller cannot charge any postage. Nil. Zip. Nada. Again, this is deemed 'fair'. The categories 'media/memorabilia etc fall under the new remit and so basically EVERYTHING I want to sell now would have to be posted for free. My only choices are to up the cost of the item to cover this or to not use ebay at all.  Given I need some profit but need to remain viable, it won't work. So, ta-ta ebay, don't let the fucking opportunistic door hit you on the way out. I'm done.

Yesterday I decided I'd better check if my two bag allowance for my upcoming flights was actually 20KG or 23KG per bag (this could be important, one needs to know how many socks to pack for -10 weather etc). I printed out my electronic ticket for my flights next week and noted that on one of the three-legs of my journey out to Sioux Falls (*probably* no problem on the way back), one of the planes only allowed one piece of baggage, rather than the 'two bag allowance' allowed on every other part - as per my normal travel). Now, normally, if flights are all on one booking/ticket the 'two' is honoured, especially as this is only a 1/6 of the journey, but I thought I'd better check this as well.

I phoned Opodo and was directed to KLM who directed me back to Opodo (You see where this is not/going, right?). At this moment people seem to think that I'll only be allowed to take ONE bag on the whole trip (for a month to the States?) UNLESS I pay what could be $50 extra  for that short final leg (possibly in both directions given NorthWest's internal changes).  Opodo don't seem to be in any hurry to sort out or clarify ('We need to check with KLM/NorthWest again and that office isn't open today and I won't be in tomorrow myself, could I maybe call you back Tuesday?'  Answer: 'NO. You can't. I want this sorted!'). But I probably won't know either way until later tomorrow.  I tend to think significant additional costs should be pointed out at the time of booking, how about you?

So basically, this last week I've lost a potential £50-£100 worth of ebaying potential and may be charged $50-$100 extra for existing flightage. Good job I'm hugely wealthy and there's not a recession, right?

In other news, my laptop's working okay.  Good job, really. Can you imagine how I'd be venting at PC World about now if it wasn't?

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I t's been a busy week or so since the last post. Last weekend was the Thought Bubble event which formed the last weekend of the Leeds International Film Festival and I was asked to moderate a panel on Comics-to-Movies.

Much fun was had at the Leeds City Hotel (with the impressive view from the bar there to the right) and the Savile Hall's actual con venue. On the panel wre Doctor Who and Marvel writer Paul Cornell, Iron Man designer Adi Granov, The Losers and Daredevil writer Andy Diggle and we were joined later by Losers artist Jock.


The Movie panel was great fun and it's always made easier when the panellists are conversational and fun. Though there wasn't any great news to break, it proved to be a good analysis of where the industry is and the way that those in the comics field are responding to it. It easily lasted the allotted full hour and I think we could have gone on a bit too - so that's always good.

The week before had seemed packed to the brim, so I went into the weekend already suffering from a lack of sleep. However I was well looked after during and after by Mark and Sabrina Peyton and Lisa Wood and I should thank them here for the good company and two very tasty meals with the guests and the party at the casino on Saturday evening. You'll be reading more about the day in the Impacts coming out around Christmas and January.

Come Sunday afternoon I was on the train down to London for the early Monday am press for The Lovely Bones. I have to say I wasn't that impressed with the Euston accomodation I got, but it was central enough to get to the screening for 9:00am and then head to Claridges for the press conference. Peter Jackson was in good form and the room was packed out and so all went well. Had to race to get the train back and was back to Leeds by about 6:00pm after writing as much as I could on the train.


The rest of the week has been general hurry-up-and-wait style writing. I'm trying to pull ahead a little on the work so that I have it easier over Christmas and New Year. Got a few small presents sorted and got the bag ready for packing. Jilly seems busier and more tired than I am, but hoping we get some quality time together over the holidays where we can put the chores, works and deadlines aside for a little while. We'll see how that works out.

Friendly reminder to all that the T-shirt store is up and running at www.cafepress.com/theregoestheday and anyone wanting the ideal Christmas present should hurry up and order soon. They are good at the delivery side, but as we head into December, it always pays to sort the post earlier rather than later.

I t's been a busy week or so. Lots to do and just the hard slog of getting through it I did get to go to the 'Horsforth' with Glenn, Simon, Sheryl, Sally and Co last Friday and it was good to take a few hours off for once. But generally, Impact is taking up a lot of time, the TGTD Store is looking better but it takes time to do all the tweaking behind the scenes and I haven't been able to get to sleep until way after 2:00am most nights, which makes mornings come annoyingly quickly.

The laptop is in for repair, so currently using the parentals' spare laptop. I hope to have mine back in about a week, but who knows with my history with electronics? For the moment, I also need to prep for the Thought Bubble event at the weekend, which should be a fun opportunity to meet old friends and moderate an interesting panel.

I just feeli a bit at a loose end. Need to generate some more $ coming in for the amount of work I'm doing or at least make it pay in some way, shape or form. I guess I also need to work out basic aims and objectives and intents for 2010 so that I can start putting my energies and efforts where they need to be to keep momentum up.

All fine... but today, it's all a bit... 'meh'.



S o, the parentals are off in Vegas, playing at being bankers (spending my inheritance). That means I'm house-sitting by default once again. I worked out recently that between now and the middle of March, we'll probably be like ships in the night with me or them out of the country at any given point.  However, on this occasion, I think they've certainly got the best of the weather. 70-80 in Nevada and distinctly colder and wetter here. It's been dreary all week and more typical November weather after the a-typical warmer weather of a week ago. At this rate, we'll have snow before December. Or at least horribly grey and damp ('British').




On Thursday I went up to Roundhay Park with Simon, Sheryl and her son for November 5th celebrations. The last time I went up there for the big bonfire and firework display was with Karen and her parents - probably well over a decade ago now. Apparently, according to her Facebook, she was up there on Thursday too with her sons - I should probably have checked ahead of time.

Tonight there's a lot of fireworks going off locally as well, it appears a lot of people waited until Saturday, in the hope of better weather (ha!) to throw their parties. Someone just up the road is really putting a lot into it and giving Roundhay a run for their money.

Sadly, I'm having laptop problems again. Yeah, I know... whodathunkit? For some reason the bloody thing keeps freezing and requiring me to shut it down and start it up again. It's happened about seven times today already, at different times - this post is rushed out between them. I've beem meaning to put the laptop in for repair for a while as the DVD drive and webcam mic are on the blink, but I guess this means I need to arrange it next week so there's a cat in heck's chance of me getting back before Iowa. Fortunately all my design and writing is on the external hard disk, so I can just unplug that and not lose anything.

I can use the parental laptop or desktop in an emergency, but could do without it. So I can only hope that PC World fix it all quickly... or lose it/destroy it again and have to give me a new one. Such is life.

W ell, year ago today I was lying in a hospital bed and seriously wondering if I was going to make it through the night. It was a day after Hallowe'en and - even then - the irony wasn't lost on me.
Perhaps on purpose I was back at the FAB Cafe's Hallowe'en party again yesterday. I was meeting Mark, Sabrina, Adi and Tamsin for a few drinks and several hours before heading there I still hadn't decided what (if anything) I was going to get dressed up as/in. Last year I smothered my face in cheap and heavy skull make-up and though there's probably no viable connection to what happened later, I decided that I wasn't going to go quite as mad with it all this year. I had a cheap mask, just in case, but in the end decided to apply a little visceration latex and fake blood to give myself a small but convincing scar.

I got to the Cafe for 8:00 as arranged, only to find the opening was running late and then was sent to the back of the queue by the bouncer on the door because I was queueing on the 'wrong side of the door' (bizarrely there were two queues by that point, so... go figure). Mark, Sabrina, Tamsin and Adi were delayed, so it was considerably after 9:00 when they got there, however I had fun watching the various Lara Crofts, vampires and things that defy description . But it was a good evening with Mark and putting together our theories on the upcoming Who specials (we think we have it all solved, including KEY plot aspects that go ping when there's stuff... :)

Took it easy today and breathed a quiet sigh of relief when 5:00 passed and I'm into another, hopefully normally healthy, year without any 'splodeyness!

42 days until Iowa. The meaning of life, indeed.

Just a quick view of the latest three designs to go up at the TGTD store (www.cafepress.co.uk/theregoestheday)... Enjoy.



Ye gods (or goddesseses), we're almost at November. Where do the days go and has it really been almost a year since my head exploded?


Another weekend bites the dust in unremarkable fashion. I've managed to get some writing done, some more t-shirt designs up - with more to follow. Bills paid. Expenses sent. Of course, there's a list longer than a long arm of things I need to do. I didn't get around to putting ebay stuff up, but that's to come this week. I will, no doubt, be trumpeting the links to the various bits of movie merchandise etc that are going up. I'll probably do that on the website itself, so if you're reading this in your e-mail rather than on the actual blog page, bookmark the real site and check back often!

In the weeks to come I'm hoping to generate some more work - on both writing and design front. While I'm not exactly bread and watering it, the past year has had its unforseen expenses (aren't they always?) and I've needed to juggle a bit in the latter half of it - so I need to get things back on an even keel before too long.

And there's now less than fifty days until I head back to Iowa. That means I'm in that frustrating lull-period in which the trip is just in sight, but far enough away in the distance that there's almost everything to do or be prioritised ahead of it. At least two isues of Impact to get done before I go - and I'm writing more pages than ever. I'll also be moderating a panel at the Thought Bubble event, which should be fun but for which I'll need a bit of prep. Meanwhile, I'm often talking to Jill every few days on Skype - the webcam doesn't seem to like my wifi link - but it's hard to have any kind of naturally-flowing conversation when at least one of you is tired/working and the net frequently hiccups and you end up typing across each other's replies. Technology. Cheaper than phone-calls, but Peh. Not quite the same as being there. If all goes well, I'd like to be spending more time in Iowa next year as well, but the only way to see if that's realistically workable (financially, pragmatically, emotionally and geographysically) is to balance it all out and actually be there to discuss it and sort it. So, time will tell and, like I said, 49 days and counting - actually, almost to the minute.  I better start packing my thermals.

And yes, it's 3:25am now. Yes, I should be asleep.  But apparently I now do my best work/thinking at night and the clocks went back last night.  And I'm prioritising.

Dream on.

S ooooooooooo.... if you were in the UK last night and you're a glutton for punishment, you were probably watching the BBC's Question Time. The regular panel disussion programme had a line-up that largely came down to, at least according to the papers: Nick Griffin, lead of the the far-right BNP and some other people. The results were pretty much as expected...


I don't know anyone in the UK who likes Nick Griffin. Even his wife, one of the 'high-brow' *cough* tabloids tells us, doesn't like him very much either. But he is the leader of an extremist party that remarkably shamefully managed to get a couple of their people voted in as Euro-MPs. Therefore, the BBC pointed out, he's technically as 'worthy' of inclusion on a topical discussion show as, say, the Green Party and UKIP, both of which have been represented there before. Thanks to those political votes, the BBC was put in the unenviable position of not having to have him on, but would have had to justify never having him on if they went that route. The BBC Director General made the fair point that they would gladly not have Griffin on if the government made the BNP party illegal, but until they did so, it was wrong to pass the buck to the Beeb. They opted to include him under the reasoning that if he's so loathsome, stupid and opportunistic (and I think most of us can agree that the sneering little creep is) that he and his party would be exposed to the harsh spotlight and crumble.    Well, that was the plan.

Even before the show, huge amounts of protestors gathered outside the studios to show their hatred of the BNP. However some 'stormed' the BBC reception area (and let's be clear, that storming isn't the word I'd use, it indicates a somewhat misleading visual that is akin to saying '...the BBC switchboard was jammed with complaints!' which - for the record - only takes four calls coming in simultaneously. The same number  now apparently applies to protestors.). Some protestors demonstrated a lack of  understanding of the word  'irony' (equivalent to a whole Alannis Morresette concert) by trying to stop the recording of a show that puts all its panelists on an level playing field because they thought Griffin was a man who, shamefully, doesn't  put everyone else  on a level playing field and therefore didn't deserve to be included on a level playing field himself.  ( I swear, it's like raaaain on your wedding day, isn't it?)   Others, more understandably and rationally, simply noted any publicity for the BNP was regrettable. The recording went ahead as planned.

So, how was it for you? (And if you didn't see it it's on BBC iPlayer - and probably YouTube, by now)

Griffin was typically odious and shot himself in the foot several times on things he had said, things he said but denied saying, things he might have said previously but possibly changed his mind on and genrally squirmed through semantics and innuendo.  Jack Straw, Justice Secretary, (once a hugely miltant communist himself) was also rather embrassing to watch and lost a lot of people's respect when he refused to answer a fairly straight-forward question about whether immigration rules were working or not. Baroness Varsi seemed mostly rational and considerate in her responses (though one suspects any evaluation would have to be scored on whether she actually follows through on any promises hereafter). American Bonnie Greer was pithy, witty and nailed Griffin several times with intelligent sarcasm and rational facts. Liberal representative Huhne was okay but ultimately inconsequential  - he'll never be in power, either.

My take on it:  Everyone but an embarassingly unprepared and excrutiatingly vascilating Jack Straw seemed to understand that the BNP's rise is largely attributable to governmental/european manhandling of the Immigration issue - a current fairweather, loose-knit set of polices that might have been well-intentioned but simply don't work.  I'm totally fine with stricter border controls when people enter the UK and greater enforcement/checks on when and how people leave (to the extent that it limits potential abuse). If you can lose 40,000 people in the system, the system isn't working, end of story. That seems common-sense as long as it's not implemented on a race/colour/creed directive and applied fairly and pragmatically.   Griffin made another basic comment that sudden and fast cultural changes scare people and maybe that IS a fair observation (If I'm being honest when I walked into our local supermarket a while back and literally everyone within earshot was speaking a foreign language, I did feel a little wrong-footed for a moment, but maybe that's MY problem. However I don't think that makes me 'racist'). I don't mind his observation of noting how things change around us and how that can be disconcerting, I do despise his methods and rationale for dealing with that.

Unfortunately the general Question Time format seemed to disintegrate into a 'let's trash the BNP' and much as though they deserve it, it did make the programme seem like a missed opportunity to expose the party's wider failings.

The only other things to add are that the final question was on Jan Moir's shameful Stephen Gately column and even the homophobic Griffin felt Moir's words had been ill-timed and inadvisable. When you're prejudices are taken to task by the BNP, you know you've reached rock-bottom! (It's like gooood advice, that you just can't take!)  And finally... that the Daily Mail's front-page (and indeed most of the UK papers) screamed that the BBC had given the BNP a platform and massive publicity that the heinous party didn't deserve... and they screamed that in the biggest blackest headline fonts they could fill their front-pages with.  It's like a freeee ride, when you've already paid. Non?  

And who would have thought.

It figures.


E ntertainment journalists and columnists don't have the best reputation. Ye gods, on an average day we rank somewhere between Roman Polanski and Paris Hilton on the table of respect. Today, however, our stock must have plummeted even further. This is largely due to a column by one Jan Moir of the UK's Daily Mail... a person who manages in a few column inches to demonstrate all that is wrong in the profession and yet still maintain that SHE's the victim... it would be an impressive passive-aggressive art if it wasn't also so tedious.


Okay, firstly, some context. This is the article I'm talking about. Read it all if you can. (Here).   Okay, done?

I don't know what to say. Moir's diatribe is merely a series of bigotted holes knitted together by barely-contained bile. Her whole tack of 'There's nothing wrong with being gay, but why do these dead people have to be so... gay about it?' stinks of the worst kind of ignorant prejudice and gossip rather than anything resembling basic research and facts. Her inference (which couldn't have been more single-entendre'd if she'd typed nudge-nudge, wink-wink at the end of every sentence) is that three gay men must have been doing something sleazy because, well... they're GAY dammit and just echoes the moral righteous indignation of a newpaper that loves to roll around in the subjects it despises (only so YOU don't have to!). The day before Mrs Gately buries her son, Moir dances on the grave, spits a little and bitch-slaps the mother for being naive.

Now, I don't know what did or did not happen on the night of Gately's death. Unless there was criminal activity, I don't want to know or need to. Frankly, it's not YOUR business either.  What Moir does though is use every sentence that apprently bemoans the 'gay' angle, to do nothing less than hammer the 'gay' relevance into her paragraphs, whether it fits or not. The coroner, clearly not on a par with Moir's CSI level of expertise has given me enough information to presume this was a tragedy rather than a crime, merely a sad death not a tabloid's wet-homophobic dream.  And apparently, again flying in the face of Moir's logic, people under 30 CAN actually die of natural causes. Sometimes, even  in their pyjamas. (Fuck you, Quincy!)

After Twitter reacted like only Twitter can (look, even Stephen Fry tweeted on it - maybe it's not so inane and pointless after all!) and advertisers began pulling out with a speed normally reserved for Glen Beck,  Moir poured petrol on the water fire, and 'clarified' that  she actually thinks gay people are kind of sooooper (presumably when not dying) and that her comments have been deliberately twisted and misquoted  to fit others' agendas. This must be true as she'd clearly know such an act when she sees it.

So... what next? Tomorrow will Moir asks why black people, some of whom are her friends so there's nothing personal,  so love them watermelons? A career at FOX clearly beckons...

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I t has - once again - been a bit since my last entry. Since getting back from Iowa it's all been a bit fast-lane, except with no nice convertible cars involved. Last weekend (1st-4th Oct) I was attending Cinema Days and the line-up was pretty good. Sometimes the range of movies on offer can be a bit disappointing but this time there was a diverse bunch. Let's rattle through 'em...

Cirque Du Freak - probably best described as Twilight for the less pretty. It's got an anarchic edge, but the result is pretty average... '9' - Shane Acker's CGI adventure. Visually stunning and very Tim Burtonesque, but the story's all over the place... Jennifer's Body  - saw this with Jilly in Iowa... it's been sold on Megan Fox and she's the least interesting thing in it, even when swimming naked...Cold Souls - Paul Giammatti in a kind of more cerebral take on Being John Malkovich. Giammatti's stored soul gets lost and then traded to the Russians (yeah - formulaic, much???)...  Harry Brown - Michael Caine as a pensioner who takes the alw into his own hands when yobs on his estate kill his friend (not remotely as truly dreadful as it could ahve been, but a bit simplistic) The Informant - People seems to have been raving over this story of a bizarre but real tale of corporate deception. It's okay but way over long... The Merry Gentleman - nicely observed  and not morbid tale tale with Clive Owen about recovering from grief... Nativity! - a comedy about a school putting on a Christmas play. Could ahve been god-awful, but you'd have to have a heart of stone to not note its heart is in the right place and Martin Freeman does raise a few good laughs... The Descent Part 2 - or 'I know Where You Pot-Holed Last Summer', averagely well-done horror and also Me &Orson Welles - a nice comedy based on real events and much better than a Zac Efron movie deserves to be.

The event itself was okay - decent guests but not as much time for socialising as previous events. Everyone was acutely tired and financially challenged so there wasn't any significant late-night drinkies etc.

On the way back from the event, near Birmingham New Street, my wallet vanished and I've since had to cancel and reorder all my credit and bank cards. After doing so I did get a message that someone had found the wallet in Birmingham and would send it back but it hasn't turned up yet (supposedly on its way by post, so hopeful!). Still unsure how it could have got lost/stolen to begin with, but will be glad to get the pix and business cards back, at least.  Also, I seem to be one of several CD regulars who came down with the flu straight after the weekend. Not 100% sure if it was the dreaded swine flu or not, but left me feeling hugely tired, achey, blocked up and generally run-down for about three days and I'm still not quite right now.  Just dosed myself up with Lemsip, Lucozade, Jaffa Cakes and quality-ish bed time.

I've also noticed that, somewhat miraculously, when I got back from Iowa was 5lbs lighter than when I set off! (...down to less than 14 stone, yay!) I seemed to put the lbs on again at Cinema Days, but once again they seem to have dropped off in the week since. I'd be very happy to lose another 1/2 stone in the month or so to come, so we'll see if that happens (highly unlikely and I've given up trying to work out exactly how my body responds to everything!) If only I had the inclination and time to work out more... but I still can't be too vigorous and jerky. So to speak.

Hoped to cover some George Clooney stuff this coming week as got invites to events, but unlikely to be able to fit in the time to get to and from London at short notice. Ah, well.  In the meantime, here's the rogue's gallery of film types. Honestly, I have waaaay more hair than it looks like here...



S o, I haven't posted in over a week. Needless to say I made it back from Iowa - with luggage and myself intact. Despite that mad dash across Minneapolis airport, the flights went well and pretty much to time. As always, it's kind of a weird feeling to be back in Leeds, especially as I've been out of the normal stomping ground for a whole month... it's a neither here-nor-thereiness.


As always, Iowa was pretty relaxing. With Jilly working her unsociable hours and tending to fall asleep in mid sentenzzzzzzzzzzz..., there wasn't a lot on the regular daily menu, but we managed to sneak in the Akron Scarecrow Festival, a screening of Jennifer's Body (out in the UK at the end of next month), a relaxing day/night away in Sioux Falls (best. hotel. room. eva.) not to mention some serious rearranging of furniture (yay, Jilly's new computer, computer-desk etc which are now actually better than mine, dammit). The cats and dogs kept me on my toes and knees. I learned that the small, innocent Lilly could bring down a rabbit the size of a rhino (with help from Harry) and poor Big Gay Winston will never, ever be house-trained, but as I seem unfeasibly domesticated when I get to Iowa, it wasn't too bad.

I took a ton of photos, a reasonable proportion of which seemed to turn out well and the autumnal/fall landscape was a great backdrop. No haunted houses this time, but plenty of people and trees and I'm sure they'll be some spooky stuff on my next visit.

Between now and then (probably shortly before Christmas, but, hey, it's October next week, so what - 80 Days?) I have to generate some more work to finance everything and I'm seriously getting behind the theregoestheday-the store project. I'll be uploading more and more designs to the store over the coming weeks. There's already a range of t-shirts for Hallowe'en and I'll be introducing more. Please feel free to spread the word on this or ask after more. I don't make much on each, but all items are reasonably priced and it would be nice to get some regular turnover on the site before Christmas.

As for now, back into the swing of things at Impact and coming up at the end of the coming week is Cinema Days. Iowa, Minneapolis, Amsterdam, Leeds... and Birmingham - all in less than two weeks.

My, what a fast-lane I live in...

A picture is worth a thousand words, or so 'they' say. In that case I'll keep this short and let the pictures speak for themselves...


Had a headache yesterday that just wouldn't shift. I've been annoying careful with my head since the end of last year, but I've managed to lightly bump it a few times, despite ( or sometimes *because*) I'm being so bloody careful. However nothing has started to rattle yet.

Hopefully good news re: hot water and betetr Net connection over the weekend!

I haven’t posted for about a week. In some ways that’s because Iowa is pleasantly peaceful and a slower-pace, so there’s been nothing hugely significant to post about. However, looking back, here’s the highlights:


- a week ago or so Senator Teddy Kennedy was buried. The last of the Kennedy brothers, it’s the closest thing the Americans have had to ‘royalty’. I was interested to see how it was covered as I remember the deeply flawed and troubled Diana being turned into a purest Saint in a matter of days. Ironically, it was reasonably fair, his many faults and scandals weren’t glossed over and like the other Kennedy’s his various biographies covered the highs and lows that defined him. It was eye-opening to see the energy and time he did put into many, many bills that helped the poor, the sick and the disenfranchised . It might not balance the scales, but there’s no denying that in his latter years he did do a lot of good - particularly in his hopes for health reform. I find it ironic that the Far Right is now saying that passing the Obama Health Care bill (that he fought for,)wouldn’t be a tribute to Kennedy at all, but making a mockery of his final days and playing politics. I mean…seriously?

- Big Gay Winston knows how to projectile slobber. It’s as impressive as it is disgusting and can only be fully appreciated with its stereo-soundtrack as well.

- demolition derbys are kinda cool. One of the Labor Day weekend celebrations was such a derby and there’s something therapeutic about watching cars smash into each other as long as no-one gets hurt. Got some nice pix of such with my zoom lens.

- the macro camera-lenses finally arrived from eBay. I’ve taken some pretty good close-up shots of the weird and wonderful insects that are around here. Spiders, grasshoppers, bees, locusts… strange yellow things. I feel like Darwin

- Fox News‘ Glen Beck. Never in the history of watching news channels have I so wanted to reach through a screen and knock the living crap out of anyone so much. It‘s one thing to have valid arguments about big issues, but he‘s an idiot with a big mouth, no sense of accuracy, a scare-mongered and clearly has a massive hole in his marble-bag. Worse… he seems to have an audience.

- Impact work done for me. Feeling sorry for Neal, our designer, who has so much to do this week, but I’ve also done a huge amount of work on the issue myself, chased everyone as much as I could and really couldn’t do much moe if I was in Leeds rather than Iowa. Work on the NEXT issue must begin soon..

- Jilly exhausted after punishing work schedule and house/pet stuff. Been happy to help as much as I can, but I can see how she gets even more tired when I’m not here.

- just less than two weeks left of my trip, which is nice as I don’t feel under the gun. Hope to go and see ‘9’, the new Tim Burton CGI movie today, which looks very interesting and Jilly has a day off on Thursday.

- one of Jilly's friends brought around and brought a less-than-week-year-old kitten for her to look after (or should I say arrived, handed to me, said Jilly knew about it and ran for the hills... Jilly didn't know anything about it!). Sadly it didn't survive the night, but we did all we could. But the already over-crowded ark still felt a bit empty the next morning...

- though it’s uneven, I’m actually getting a ton more sleep than I usually do. Sometimes in bed by 10:00pm and up not long after 7:00. I suppose this can only be good.

- NEW t-shirt designs have just gone up at the TGTD store, some especially for HalLowe'en.. I will be posting more about these in the next few days. PLEASE spread the word!

More later...

I was up reasonably early today. Jilly had to be at work as dawn broke (7:00am) and I ended up being up and at 'em by just before 7:30. I looked outside to see the mist rising and the sun just trying to poke through.


Grabbing my camera I headed down across the tracks to see if I could grab any decent shots before brekafast. The mist was already rising, but I managed to get a few nice shots done and succeeded in worrying a rabbit (all this before lunch!). Ironically, if I'd been up earlier I think I could have got some even better ones but maybe that's a choice for another day. Here's a couple of the more moody ones for the time being... one of the railroad crossing which is just near the house and also of a shot of some sunflowers  just beyond the fence surrounding one of the big ponds...

P erhaps underestimating the jet-lag I decided to take a nap at around 4:00pm on Sunday and ended up staying in bed until around 6:30am the following morning. Normally you can't get me out of bed before 9:00am as I stay up until late, but things have largely been reversed since I got here...

Jilly had to work on Sunday, but has had Monday and Tuesday off. Monday was largely a do-errands day, so nothing spectacular to report. At least... until the night-time. We were woken at about 2:00am Tues by both a storm revving up outside and also some pitiful barking. I can downstairs and opened the front door to find both Winston and Katie looking a bit damp and pathetic. They'd both somehow got out through the back-door but hadn't worked out they could get back in the same way at that point. By this time the lightning had started, so I got up for an hour and took some photos. I got some nice ones, but hoping for a drier version sometime during my stay as the rain started to come down quite fast.

Today (Tuesday as it still is here) we met up with Jilly's sister Mary and her freind Tasha and her husband and went into Canton (no sign of 'Jayne' - its hero) to look at antique stores. I kept my eyes open for any Royal Doulton but merely came away with a copy of Swamp Thing #1 - as written by Len Wein, but no complaints there. I now have my camera surgically attached and managed to get a photo of Tasha's daughter looking both innocent and guilty. It's originally in colour, but I think b/w works better.

Also took my obligatory first trip down near the river and got a nice image of a sunflower (I've selectively black/white'd the shot, but the actual colours are real) and the sunset.

Having a nice relaxing time so far, marred only by quite a lot of flies and bugs and the news that back in Blightly, the taxman is being a pain, but managing to avoid them, explain or swat as need be...

I thought I might have jinxed myself, when sitting on the plane to Sioux Falls, the pilot announced there'd be a slight delay while one of the technicians examined a small possible fault. It had been going SO well....

Glancing out the window I saw all our bags being off-loaded - which I presumed would mean the worst. However about ten minutes later the pilot announced all was good and I saw the bags being reloaded. It's worthwhile mentioning that I saw my bags not so much being un/loaded as gamefully hurled/lobbed from conveyor belt to truck/plane as if it was an Olympic sport in danger of going out of fashion. So let that be a lesson to pack well and with buffers for the more fragile things. (Thankfully, everything seems intact).

Jilly, Tad and Anne were awaiting me at Sioux Falls when I arrived (only that ten minutes or so late) and after running a few errands at the mall (including me getting two rather nice t-shirts in Old Navy for a mere $3 each!) I finally got back into Iowa at around 9:00ish or so - just as the sun was setting. As I'd taken off just as it was rising UK-time, this meant I'd had the perfect thirty hour day I'd always needed.

Up early this morning as the usual body-clock problems kicked in, but that should sort itself out soon enough. Jill had to be up for work at 5:00am, so no sympathy from her. The weather is nice and toasty and just taking it easy today apart from stocking up on supplies!

So, I'm currently in Minneapolis airport and everything seems to be going swimmingly - if that's not the wrong description for air-travel.


I got some sleep last night - heading to bed early and managing to get about 4 on-off hours - which helped with subsequent travelling. The parentals, planning to head off early for a day at the coast, agreed to drop me off at about 4:45am at LBA (thanks to them both!). Baggage checked with no problems there and the Amsterdam flight went off on time. Lovely sunrise just before we took off - ALMOST worth getting up for!

BIG queue when I got to Amsterdam and heightened security at the gate, but though my eventual seat wasn't great, it was perfectly comfortable and I managed another hour or so of on-off sleep while reading my preview copy of Michael Connelly's new novel 9 Dragons and watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off (just 'cos).

Now just have to wait to board for Sioux Falls and that's only an hour trip, so fingers crossed. Weather outside looks hot and sunny and I understand Iowa is similar.

So... onwards, upwards and a bit more west.


So... after counting down the weeks then days the hours, I'm about 55 mins away from the first leg of my trip. Flying from LBA to Amsterdam and then onto Minn and Siox Falls. If the flights line-up as they're supposed to (IF) I should be there by 4:20 local time.


As always I'll try to keep the blog updated while I'm away and anyone needing to keep tabs or contact should be able to do so via Blackberry, text (probably better given time difference and charges) or on Facebook.

More soon...

F or the last few weeks I've been developing a personal side-project which I'm finally launching into the public domain this weekend. What started as simply a fun way to keep my design skills sharpened - inbetween writing many, many, mannnnnny articles - needed to take on a life of its own if it was to warrant the time I was actually starting to spend on it. Therefore, with the barest imitation of a drum-roll, I now introduce you to THERE GOES THE DAY: THE STORE...



Yes. I know. Contain yourselves. But details, nevertheless... As part of the CafePress platform, I've created a raft of products/designs for the discerning fan of fun, irony and, in the case of the first wave of releases, cute animal characters in worrying situations (don't phone the papers). In addition to the main t-shirts, there's also other clothing, mugs, mouse-pads and even heaven help us, postcards, bottles and underwear. Over the next few weeks and months I'll be adding more designs and general themes, but so far there's been some very positive feedback from those who've seen them. The prices are reasonably low for the quality CafePress are known for and if there's any combination of item/design you can't see or would like to, feel free to contact and I should be able to sort it for you.

The site, which I'm about to add to the links at the top of this blog page can also be found here. This is unlikely to make me any kind of millionaire, but there's some good stuff available and I would appreciate people spreading the word to anyone they think might be interested.

After this blatant piece of self-advertising, I now return you to your scheduled blogging.... there'll be another opinionated rant insightful editorial or observational listing along shortly. Mind how you go...



I try to balance fluffy, silly and purely 'what I did today' posts with observations that I feel strongly about. Buckle up, this is one of the latter variety and it's a doozy.

“The America I know and love is not one in which my parents or my baby with Down Syndrome will have to stand in front of Obama’s “death panel” so his bureaucrats can decide, based on a subjective judgment of their “level of productivity in society,” whether they are worthy of health care. Such a system is downright evil.”
- Sarah Palin.

I can’t tell you how much that statement makes my blood boil. Really… on so many f*cking levels it’s one of the most offensive paragraphs I’ve seen this year and I think I need to at least try and explain why.

I’m Left of Centre… most people who know me know that. However those who know me WELL know I like a good debate and I actually enjoy having a rational discussion about important issues with all sides represented and having the ability to respect each other in the morning. I don’t always go into debates to try and change another’s opinion, so much as provide a check on my own opinion to see if it holds up under pressure. Sometimes I’ve had my mind changed, sometimes reinforced. The only times I’ve changed my opinion it’s been through someone else’s rational argument. It has never been - and NEVER will be - by someone standing on a street corner and brow-beating me into submission by using phrases, words or ill-informed arguments that are SPECIFICALLY designed to mislead, obfuscate and terrorise you into agreement. Such tactics may work on some cable news shows and British tabloids, but they aren’t worthy of a civilised society. That’s the fire and brimstone and snakeoilsmanship that never worked for me when yelled from a pulpit, never mind in civilised conversation.

Palin’s press release outburst is a dictionary-definition of that. She’s commenting on a controversial issue and to SCARE people into agreeing with her stance she describes a scenario heavily-laden with Nazi/WWII imagery that not only COULD NOT happen under the bill she’s protesting about, but is not even suggested in such bill. She’s not, for one second, debating the bill’s merits, specifics or problems, she’s gone straight for symbolic sound-bite imagery that couldn’t be more darkly and deliberately emotive if she’d shaved her head and visited Auschwitz with a tear in her eye to deliver it. ‘How DARE government step in and have the right to decide your life and death???’ is the rallying cry from a politician who came to personify the Far Right when not applying lipsticks to farm-yard animal metaphors. Correct me if I’m wrong, but this is the demographic who are adamantly Pro-Life and would gladly pass a bill making abortion illegal - which I presume would have to mean that the government has a lean-to on your womb and ovaries, no matter what your wishes. Sounds vaguely invasive of personal freedom to me. If I called ‘Pro-Lifers’ ‘Nazi foetus snatchers’ (and I wouldn't as I honestly believe it's an issue always worthy of debate), they’d rightly be up in the arms that they want the right to bear. I can’t help noticing the same courtesy isn’t being extended.

Also, the rallying cry is that people should not lambast her because she’s already been maimed by the obtuse way Sarah Palin’s family were spotlighted in the election run. Here there’s a tiny bit of credence - while most lambasted her obvious political inadequacies, a FEW people DID take a few unfair pot-shots at her family relationships. I admit to being somewhat surprised at the time that a parent of any newborn child (never mind one who would need greater care) would decide to run for an absurdly high-pressure job that would take them away from home for long periods so soon after delivery, but far from being sexist I would have made the same non-malicious, simply pragmatic observation if it had been her husband in the running too. But otherwise, I evaluated her run purely on her performance/ideas/plans and in that I don’t think she was generally treated any worse/better than other candidates. If FOX News said Hilary Clinton shouldn’t be treated any differently because of her sex, I see no reason why Sarah Palin should have been kid-gloved in the same area.

But in invoking her family and Down Syndrome child for this latest rant, I’m afraid Palin invalidates the ‘out of bounds’ nature. You can’t willingly use them as a political tool and then scream when others do the same against you. If they are out-of-bounds, then that must work and be respected in both directions. Just as you can’t celebrate your daughter’s DECISION to keep her child at the same time as campaigning for lack of choice in the matter for others. Whatever your political argument or stance, which I respect your right to have, the EXECUTION of it in that case was absurdly hypocritical.

Despite all of this, there’s huge merit in people saying ‘Hold on, this health reform is an important step and therefore I need to be convinced and have my concerns addressed’. No-one in their right mind should put their signature or support  to a bill that isn’t scrutinised, debated and shaped accordingly. However there’s huge default weight put behind such a bill when the opposition to it is largely made up of the vague insinuations and lack of specifics that seemed to pepper any interview that Palin gave throughout her run. If people are genuinely concerned about their future and any significant changes, then ASK. Don’t take the pet-pundits word on either CNN or FOX, who set out to convince you of the stance they feel you should take. Take some PERSONAL responsibility and look for a break-down of what things will mean, rather than what someone says they might mean in a certain light. In a modern society, if we’re rational human beings, we can demand such assurances without hurling abuse or storming town-meetings… ENGAGE in the debate, don't listen to the most comforting sounds: Listen to all the answers. If the answers aren’t sufficient, ask more questions. Ask for diagrams if necessary. Get ’your’ guy to put your side of the debate in an equally sensible manner.

As my brother Steven so recently pointed out to me, don’t take a popular, widely distributed misconception as default proof you’re absolutely right. When something seems outlandish, then check if it’s actually true. It may be. It may not. Example: In its own rush to demonise health care reform, US paper Investor's Business Daily  has said that Professor Stephen Hawking would have died under an set-up/arrangement similar to Britain’s National Health Service. Really? When actually ASKED, Stephen Hawking, one of the world’s most eminent minds and a qualified genius (who has lived in the UK for most of his life and is still VERY MUCH ALIVE), said he was furious with the comment because - quite the opposite - he feels he owes his LIFE to the NHS.

Anyone who believes that Obama has some genuinely nefarious moustache-twirling, Nazi attempt to sneak in legislation to spy on your life and create a dictatorship, reads too many comics or conspiracy novels (or lsitens to Rush Limbaugh make a similar comparison). On the other hand, if you believe he’s simply wrong and it needs better clarification or a different idea - get your own ducks in a row and DISCUSS it.

Fight your corner… convince me you‘re right with good, solid arguments based on facts, examples, official documents and experts. Good health care for ALL can’t possibly be evil and can ONLY be good as LONG as it is implemented well. I’m British. OUR system is far from perfect, but I know you shouldn’t have to cripple yourself to afford necessary surgery. Last year I had a brain haemorrhage and I can only speak in glowing terms of a medical team and the team at Leeds General Infrimary who didn’t ask to see my tax return before they treated me. (Actually, I tell a lie, the food was pretty bad…. But because of their skill, I’m happy to be able to live with that).

But anyone basing any of their arguments for preventing good health for all, merely on the ill-informed, ill-advised ramblings of a politician so inept that I never heard her speak of a single genuine specific, who barely mastered a sound-bite and for whom a mere transcription of one of her interviews gave SNL it’s biggest season-wide laugh really, really needs to find a better advocate, authority and a firmer foundation…

Don’t let someone who tells you what to think, tell you the spin stops with them. Today, you have to make it stop YOURSELF.

L ast night was a time for a bit of navel / star gazing. I joined Simon Hopkinson and Paul Beck for several drinks at the Black Bull, probably our first 'local' when we barely old enough to drink (and, even then, not quite legally).


It used to be a real dive, but was a wonderful mix of all types - bikers, elderly gentlemen, businessmen and students all in dark, smokey rooms with more alcohol on the carpet than in the glasses. Yes, I know, I over-sell it.  It shut down at one point and opened as (what it thought was) a more prestigious venue... cleaner, posher, with installed bouncers on the door and immediately lost any and all character, charm and our patronage. Glad to say that the modern version may be cleaner and prettier but seems much more inviting than its middle incarnation.

Paul had had three pints already when we got there and he managed to work his way through more. It was great to catch up and we worked out who of the old gang were around and what they'd been up to. Though he looks the same, Paul's now married with two kids which just made Simon and I feel even older. We then argued about life, love, politics and the existence of God. Simon used to be quite religious but has now gone over to the dark side. However Paul's job involves getting paid for sampling beer therefore proving the existence of a higher power.

We eventually ran Paul home and poured him into his driveway with promsies we'd do it all again soon. Then the main thrust of the evening began. The Perseids meteor shower was due to start giving a good celestial show and so Simon and I drove out into the Yorkshire Dales and up to Ribblehead viaduct (where there was no light pollution). There were several shooting stars seen over the next few hours and if it wasn't quite the lightshow promsied it was still quite powerful to be standing under a wide, dark and fairly clear sky. I didn't get many great shots (though check out Simon's blog for some really impressive exposures, so to speak) as I wasn't able to keep the camera shutter manually open for long enough, but I manged some effective shots of the landscape thanks to Simon's car headlights. The top shot is at around 3:00am, though in reality it was much, much darker than the shot suggests.

Around 4:00am we headed back and I managed to grab some shots of Chelker Reservoir as dawn broke. Always interesting to see the start of the day from the wrong side.
It definitely makes me want to head out and about and get some good, atmospheric photographs. The likes of Whitby, York and other old places spring to mind in the UK and I fully intend to make the most of my time in Iowa (now only ten days and counting!).
Right now, I'm ploughing through articles for Impact, readying to launch a little project I'll be telling you about shortly and next week I look set to head to London to talk to Kathryn Bigelow (director of The Hurt Locker)... and then finishing packing.

But now, I'm just going to check outside. I hear the lightshow continues... and as we three Yorkshiremen noted last night, what's life without a few fireworks?

J ust as the British summer seems to be swinging between gloriously sunny weather and torrential downpours on an almost equal basis, I'm finding that I'm caught in the 'Hurry up and wait...' event horizon where it's all feast or famine. Some days I'm rattling through several articles with a real sense of accomplishment and on other days - where there isn't such an imminent deadline - I'm lolling around bemoaning I haven't things to do.

Neither is quite accurate, of course. In some ways the enhanced workload is self-inflicted and to ensure I have less to do while I'm in Iowa (two months' worth of Impact work this month and little the next, if all goes well) and on days when I'm not surgically attached to the laptop, there's a ton of stuff I should be doing but haven't mustered up the energy to approach. Such is the way.

I've actually found I can even things out a bit and keep a sense of momentum up if I have some sort of regime:

1) Try not to go thirty-six hours without a shave and a shower - even if I'm not leaving the house. Sounds obvious. Sometimes there's no need to be tidy and spotless if I'm simply going to be at home, but there's few substitutes for the energising 'just got clean' feeling. Makes me feel I'm ready to do something...

2) Keep the desk tidy-ish. Okay. This isn't necessarily tidy by others' standards, but rule of thumb: I need to be able to see the colour of the wood and to be able to move things and find things without an avalanche of paperwork. Since I started boxing things up and designating certain shelves for certain things with a bit more of a draconian eye, I usually feel I'm ready to handle whatever lands in my lap.  The bigger, wider room is a more lengthy, intimidating work in progress, but I'm working on it.

3) Snacks are good. Jaffa cakes are particularly good, dammit. However keeping some back as a reward for finishing a piece of work is very effective and also helpful to the diet plan. You HAVE to write about Transformers 2... you do it first and earn the Jaffas.

4) Watch television/listen to music. If I'm not listening to music or transcribinga disc, I have the news on in the background.  At worst it's something to focus past, but at best: I'm a bit of a news-hound so my radar picks up any important news-flashes that come along. Every couple of hours, I take a break anyway and catch up on the newest headlines. Even if it's still just about Michael Jackson.

5) Have something to look forward to. If there's a particualrly tight or annoying deadline, focus past it with the 'Once I get this done, I'm one step closer to...' etc. Sometimes it works better than others, but with three weeks to go before Iowa, I'm trying to make little milestones along the way to break it down. If you can accomplish something every day it speeds things along...

6) Never spend more than two straight hours on any article. By that time, you're losing spontaneity. Stop, save and come back it. It will be better for it.

7) Keep a blog. It keeps you writing about things you want to write about.

8) I did mention the Jaff cakes, didn't I?

I 'm not really a huge football fan but I recognise the fact that the death of Bobby Robson, legendary and cantankerous English football/soccer manager IS a news story. He was a huge and controversial personality and many passionate sport fans wil be sad he's died - albeit not unexpectedly after a long fight with cancer. BUT... may I offer a little perspective that his death is still being consistently covered fifteen minutes into every station's headlines and this on a day when Gary Mckinnon, the British hacker has lost his fight to be extradited to the US - which is getting about five minutes coverage, tops.

For those who don't know...this in a young Asperger's Syndrome sufferer who hacked into the Pentagon computers in search of information about UFOs and left some messages that warned the security services that their defences were rather pitiful. There's no doubt that he did technically commit a criminal act, but anyone who has seen and heard the guy knows that he's no terrorist mastermind or massive threat to national security. He apparently 'admitted' the crime to police - without lawyers' representation - after he was told that he was liable to get a slap on the wrist if he did so. Instead the 'confession' has led to US demands for him to be extradited to face far more serious crimes linked to 'terrorism'. Sensible people feel he should serve some punishment/be fined for his 'crime', but that US government intent seems completely out of scale. Current thinking is that US prosecutors are seriously looking at sentencing which could be up to 70 years in a US jail. Equally it seems that though the crimes were committed in the UK and under British law he should be tried here, the British parliament has completely caved in to US demands and Mckinnon has lost his appeal. 

Recently almost seventy politicians said they would support the fight to have Mckinnon tried here in the UK but when it came to formally putting their names to that motion, almost all buckled under government pressure to tow the party-line. This is one of those occasions where I  (shock, horror) actually agree with a Daily Mail viewpoint that something is utterly 'disgraceful'.  I'm afraid this probably says more about the current suicidal, complicit nature of our current Labour government to misjudge common-sense than it does about some US hawks looking to posture their security issues.

The Beautiful Game, a rathr ugly state of affairs... but if I was a serious news channel, I know which story I'd be spending more time on...

I had a few drinks with Glenn Hewitt and Jonny Parker last night (Tuesday) at The Black Bull, once my local pub, but an establishment I've barely been in recently. I haven't seen Glenn for a few years as our plans to meet up always seemed to end up with one of us having to cancel at the last minute, though we've always kept in touch. It's been over a decade since I saw Jonny P, but he hasn't changed much. Simon Hopkinson was supposed to make it down to Horsforth as well but his dad wouldn't let him have the car! (Parents!!!!)


Glenn's managed to nearly lose a finger in a train/ticket-machine/door interface, so is off the conducting schedules and is now the (remaining) fingers behind the screen lies announcements of delays you see while waiting at the smaller Leeds stations. He still never drinks alcohol nor swears like a trooper, but does have snakes named after the Nolan sisters. The first two of those statements are outright lies, the third is totally accurate and somewhat morally disturbing.  Jonny, fresh-ish from a job as a career-advisor is now... unemployed and has learned the art of ordering half a coke and making it last ninety minutes. I'm sure there's an official eastern name for that unique and impressive martial-art.

Glenn politely informs me that we've all put weight on, so I guess I need to put more effort into the putting in of more effort. I'm determined to be a half a stone lighter by Christmas, as long as I don't have to give up Jaffa Cakes.  We caught up on all the gossip  - some of it positively soap-operatic - and decided we had to do these meetings more often now that we're all back in the same-ish area. It might be after I'm back from Iowa as that's only a  few weeks away), but it'll be fun to do so.

Now... off to write articles and win the lottery...

S itting with the group of journalists I mentioned last time, the observation was made that no-one knows you as well as yourself. I'm sure the profound comments were fuelled by tiredness and a few beers, but it raises some interesting points...

*user pauses for deep thinking mode*

I've been transcribing several recent interviews for upcoming articles and if I didn't already know that was me on the tape, I wouldn't recognise my own voice. The way I hear myself talking aloud 'live' is very much different than the way the playback sounds and, presumably, how others hear me. The words are mine - but the tone seems off. Equally, while taking a self-portrait like the one that you can see top left (if you're reading this on the blogsite itself) it's often easier to take the shot in the mirror, but then I have to remember to reverse it. The shot I originally get is the one I most easily recognise from seeing myself on a daily basis (contrary to popular belief I don't spend all day looking at myself, but , hey, some longful gazing at me is inevitable); the correctly reversed one allows me to see the version of my face that everyone else see, but it looks wrong to me. Again - there's that gap between what I know of me and what others do.

So with such differences, who knows the real me and do I know it any better?  After all, I'm in a prominent minority of one.  And if that's true, do we ever see others the 'right' way? Certainly their view of themselves will differ accordingly.  I think the only real answer is that spending a lot of time around those you care about, you get to know the way they THINK, their personality and how they react to things. It's the reason that people become more attractive the more you get to know them (or the opposite, I suppose) . Those interactions with family, lovers, friends...are the things that probably define the bigger us more than our looks or voice - at least to those who matter. You get an insight into the 'who' of who they are. Equally, through experience, people may sometimes read us better than we read ourselves; subjective or objective, it's always a receipe for good drama. :)

The truth is that there's little you can do to change those physical factors, so you just have to trust in yourself and in the people whose opinions have come to matter and who seem to have our best interest at heart. You can but hope that the person you are and the person people perceive you to be are relatively close... and if in doubt, always go with the most positive version. You can spend too much time in your own head - and my head is a nice place to visit, but time-share is a big commitment.

In other terms... in the words of that great philosopher himself: 'I think therefore I yam what I yam....' 

Everything else is noise.

W ell, the week flew by. The second trip to London was interesting. First, I watched the first UK press screening of GI Joe. I'd love to tell you what I thought of it, but contractually I'm not even allowed to review it on my blog until the start of April, never mind elsewhere - suffice to say it wasn't as bad as Transformers - but that's a given.

Sarah, from the film distributors, took a group of us for a meal in Soho where we discussed the merits of movies, basic tips to make events like Cinema Days work better and the woeful state of the business (no-one's doing well). Then a smaller group of us retired back to the hotel bar and set the world to rights, talking about life, love and laughter for an hour or so. The actual hotel itslf was quite plush and the bedrooms very relaxing. I was out like a light and up early for the press conference the following day.

That was aboard HMS Belfast, the warship moored just down from Tower Bridge. Nice idea, but not that practical. The publicity 'battle' beforehand was scuppered by health and safety rules, but the conference was light and frothy (a little like the Thames). Worth going down for, but not full of any great insights.



The new Impact is now back form the printers. I fought for a posteresque Inglourious Basterds cover and it looks good. Slightly annoyed I didn't catch the fact that we correctly wrote 'Inglorious' when it should have been incorrectly spelled Inglourious as per the title of the film, but I was concentrating more on Basterds not being the problem! Darn that Tarantino guy!

No more press trips next week - just can't afford them - but plenty of work to do to keep me off the streets. Need to write two issues of Impact work before heading to Iowa next month and so I doubt I'll have much time to go off gallavanting beforehand. However there seems to be lots of interesting news coming out Comic-Con in San Diego, so I'll have to live vicariously and just write about them, instead.

Other good news: Jilly's scoring consistent As in her college assignments so I fully expect her to be teaching me a thing or two about pen(wo)manship before I return...

I t's been a busy few days. I spent Friday to Sunday covering the London Film & Comic Con. Given recent trips and outgoings it was a bit expsnsive for me, but I intended to get some good interviews which will ultimately be in Impact and perhaps other magazines in the near future and months to come.

The weather for the train trips in both directions was... interesting. We went through some fairly intense storms, only to keep emerging into much brightier, sunnier weather. Quite fun, when you don't have to go out in it all and watch it from a window as you speed by. (See photo taken from the train and remarkably clear!)

Got down into London and across to the Radisson Edwardian by around 7:00pm. The first thing I noticed was the little cameras on sticks at reception. They looked like the kind you see as you pass through US Customs at airports. I was assured by the check-in staff that they were only there to photograph regular/important guests to aid the hotel staff in catering for them. Personally, I have a very strong feeling that's complete and utter bullshit and it's yet another 'security' issue. Part of me wonders what information is kept, who it's passed to and I am seriously seeing if I can find out answers to that. Yes, bit of a militant, me when we get down to all this Big Brother tech stuff and lack of clarity/honesty across the board.

Annnnnnnyways... the actual event was fun. Met up with mucker Mark Ryan on Friday night and we also travelled into Earls Court for the LFCC in the morning. The event Green Room was as interesting mix as ever and some good/silly/serious conversations were to be had. Always interesting to see the mix of people, genuinely glad to meet their peers.

In the end I got time with the likes of Danny Trejo, Michael Ironside, Chris Sarandon, Michael Keating (Blake's Seven) and comic guys Phil Jiminez and Arthur Suydam. Scott Bakula was there too and seemed in good spirits. Personally, I've no interest in Twilight, but the actors themselves proved popular with the crowds.

Had a few drinks out with the crew on Saturday night and another one back at the hotel, but still avoiding hangovers where possible. I also caught up with 'Evil' who is now married, off to live in the States and will hopefully supply me with general US visa info for the future.

Got a late-ish train back on Sunday through more 'weather' and then an early night. Tomorrow (Tuesday) I'm back down to London for GI Joe and stuff - wish I was getting 'frequent flyer' miles for the train -  but managed to get some articles done tonight and so should be able to keep to the schedule pre-Iowa.

Oh - and I just watched and reviewed Dead Snow (Out on DVD next month) which is about zombie nazis attacking horny norwegian trainee doctors. C'mon, what else do you need to know?

I've had a busy few days. I went out for a drink with Simon Hopkinson (website) on Sunday night. Having finished some last minute  Impacty things, he suggested I should have a drink in one of our old locals. It's been a number of years since our last catch-up and now he's permenantly back in the UK there was plenty of time to talk about America (where he lived for several years), England, beer, the Internet, mad women, politics and healthcare. Yes, indeed, never let it be said that ex-SNYG members don't know how to party!  I should be getting together with Simon and Glenn Hewitt in the near future for more craziness.

On Monday morning I saw the new Harry Potter film. Now, I've never read a single line of the J K Rowling books, so I always go with what's on screen. However I get the feeling (apparently quite rightly) that there's a ton of stuff missing from the screen version of The Half-Blood Prince. The problem is, it shows. I was left sitting there at several points thinking 'Have I missed something?' While it's a fine-looking film and has some great photography with some impressive set-pieces, the plot jumps around and can't quite disguise the many holes. Dumbledore's missing! But, no, wait, here he is in the next scene, so he must be okay. At least for now!  It all feels like a Equity-renewal line for British thesps and a teaser for the final book (separated into the next two films) which, hey, I suppose it always was.

This coming weekend it's off to London for the LFCC which is like the SDCC, but  a) a tad smaller, b) a tad nearer and c) in London, not San Diego. (And they admit it's also about Films as well as Comics). Will hopefully catch up with Mark Ryan and chat with a few key people for upcoming Impact issues.  Next week there's some G I Joeiness on the Thames.  All fun, all accumulativly expensive, so will have to juggle  a bit.

Tonight: last bits of Impact 'Coming Soon' text to do, more watching of the news (and the rather genuinely touching footage of the people of Wooten Basset lining the streets to pay tribute to the homecoming of fallen UK soliders - more worthwhile, genuine emotion there than in a whole tour of Michael Jackson tributes) and checking of ebay bits and pieces.  Tomorrow, HLWW design stuff.

Feeling a tad under-the-weather, so, hopefully, a LITTLE bit of a lie-in though as well....

S o, TFI Friday. As in the aftermath of any transatlantic trip, there's a real lack of (correct) awareness of passing time. It doesn't actually feel like a Friday and it's weird that on Monday I was still in Iowa - or for that matter that in about six weeks time I'll be back.  It's like I'm in Bizarro World - a place where Torchwood is actually proving to be rather good! Though the terminal jet-lag never kicked in, my body-clock is still off a bit, so I'm not so tired on an evening, but still have to drag my sorry ass out of bed with maximum effort on a morning. Generally feeling a bit run-down. Thankfully, there IS another week until Impact deadline, so it's not quite as manic as originally anticipated.

Came home to the credit-card bills, never a good thing and they've taken a bit of a hammering in the last month. Hopefully some of the rather nifty Highlander and genre items I've just put up on ebay will assist and some overdue expenses will/should be arriving soon, which will also help a bit, but there'll be more spent going down to the London Film and Comic Con next weekend. However I should enjoy meeting up with Mark Ryan again - and hoping to get a chance to chat with Danny Trejo and some of the other guests as well. Then there'll be a G I Joe press event aboard HMS Belfast a few days later.

There's some HLWW work to catch up on and I hope to make some progress on designing some new cartoon Cafe Press items that will be released in a couple of months. That and I REALLY have to do some work on the novel...

Back to the grindstone...

O nce again I spent the Fourth of July in the US with Jilly and after a stressful week it was nice to put that behind us with some genuine fireworks. We headed over to her brother's place where Jilly blew up sparklers, rockets and cars (so, no change there) and I took a lot of photos, some of which came out rather well.

Friday and Saturday were overcast and cooler, but the rain held off enough for the most part - though that meant more bug-bites - and for Sunday, my last full day in Iowa (well, at least for a few weeks) it was back up to the late 80s and gloriously sunny. I've left a drawer full of t-shirts etc for next time (so no overtly-heavy luggage to haul back). Yes, I'm going to miss waking up with a cat sat on my head or biting my toes, but I'll survive.

The flights home on Monday/Tuesday all went well and much easier than the outward trip. There was a dash across the airport at Minneapolis, but made it just in time and was allocated a bulkhead seat near the main exit, so managed to get sat down and eventually disembark very easily. Ha dplanned to watch some stuff on my laptop, but ended up watching Duplicity and then grabbing a little shut-eye.

I should also confess to a bit of two-timing on the side. Yes, I'm sorry, but having read all of  Michael Connelly's novels, I had to cast my net further afield and been seen out with some Harlan Coben novels. Pretty good stuff with some genuine plot surprises in each of his books. Finished 'No Second Chance' as I headed in to land to Leeds Bradford Airport and will look for some more in the near future...

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Right now I've grabbed a little more shut-eye and should be okay for a decent night's sleep tonight and then back into things at Impact tomorrow morning before we head to print on Friday. Okay - back to the routine for a while. Given this trip cut a bit into savings, I will be ebaying some more bits and pieces to finance the next one. But first some zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzs