Sunday 13 October 2019

Nothing seems to have gone right this week.

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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