Sleep
is hard to come by, and I'm forgetting a lot of things- including to
get guestlist at an event, meaning Friday I trekked into Manchester
for nothing. I forgot to put Ibuprofin in my work bag, making my
in-days harder. Saturday I found an old blog post I thought I'd put
up a month ago.
Watched
David Lynch's supposed masterpiece
Mulholland Drive, something about lesbian starlets with amnesia. I got it as a free DVD in The Observer about a decade ago. I
had no clue what was going on in this film, and wasn't drawn in, even
though I LOVED Eraserhead and Blue Velvet, 2 of Lynch's
most-recognised films. MD was voted the best film of the 21st Century
in a BBC Culture poll. Should I give it another go?
I
also watched El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie. Enjoyed it, but
wasn't a patch on the series. The plotting in the latter series was
masterfully executed and incredibly tense- this felt more like the
movie The Fugitive with a twentysomething wigga instead of a
middle-aged doctor for a protagonist. The flashbacks to Jesse's time
in the compound didn't really add anything to the story other than
fill in what we already knew in visual form. I couldn't suspend my
disbelief that the on-the-run Jesse wouldn't take certain
opportunities when they arose. The present-day sections were fun but
riddled with inaccuracies. CCTV would have undone him.
Defo
worth a watch, but I'd recommend devoting your life to 5 seasons of
Breaking Bad first.
Also,
gutted to hear Robert Forster passed away the day it was released. He
gave a great turn as the vacuum repair disappearer guy Ed. He'll
always be Max Cherry to me.
I
looked around for any excess-themed TV shows and found Power, about a
gang-affiliated manager of a swanky nightclub. Absolutely terrible
pilot. A corny, cliched crime drama featuring a black man whose club plays dance music (hardly any clubs
play anything other than hip hop and R'n'B these days), and plays it
at a decibel that would allow him to talk on a mobile phone in the
middle of the dance floor. He has a girlfriend who is jealous of the
attention he gets from other women in the club (she best get used to
it). Despite working nights, he gets up to have breakfast with his
family on weekdays.
I'm
sticking with Bojack Horseman.
Saturday
night Manchester Cool Bars
met in Speak in Code, a great
little cocktail bar off Deansgate. This was the best part of the
week.
Nice
quiet hip hop over the speakers included 90s grooves from the likes
of A Tribe Called Quest, while the bar staff explained the
number-coded menu. Cocktails were marked by Roman numerals rather
than names, so we'd make our decisions based on descriptions of
ingredients and tastes alone.
The
plan was to move on to circus-themed club
Cirque, where we had
guestlist organised. Now. Here are some direct quotes from the Meetup
event.
'strictly
smart attire and ID, otherwise you can't get in, they're quite tough
on the door...'
'Please
please I can't stress this enough, smart attire and ID on you!'
People
still did not turn up with ID. Meaning that at the door, the staff
refused entry to ALL of us.
The
group decided on History,
another club with ID scanners on the door, which is fair enough. Not
my thing there though, so I ducked that. Obviously, those without
also went home.
I
had a quick wander around town, looking for anything worth blogging
about, finding nothing, then headed home myself. On my way back some
absolute TOOL in a Benz tried running me off Manchester Road near
Oldham's King Street Roundabout, driving right up behind me and
refusing to overtake. Didn't get a reg unfortunately.
Lastly,
this week marks 11 years since I started blogging on the Blogger
platform under the name Power is a State of Mind. I've racked up
685,077 views. What a rollercoaster. Cough.
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