Friday, March 12, 2010

But is it art?

Last night I had another dream. Funny huh?
Anyways, I don’t remember LOADS about it but I do remember that I was at my brother’s house and he had developed a new artistic form. it was that he would pour white wine into a tank and then add glue. He would put cool bits of coloured glass in it and then let it set and the gluey wine would turn into glass as well and make a massive glass sculpture. It was soo cool and he made one for me and I was going to hang it on this hook in my room which is really annoying cos it’s in a weird place on a massive wall so anything I hang there looks lonely and small.

When I woke up I was annoyed I couldn’t have the sculpture and the hook mocked me.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

I Dreamed a Dream of Lamb Gone By

The other night I had this dream and it was totally about George Lamb. He was sort of a dude character in that he wore a dressing gown for most of the time. He was mega rich and he was sort of evil but also not. It was set in Malta I think, or somewhere hot. He decided to build a massive house on the beach. But it wouldn’t have an walls at the front of the house. Like a dolls house you know? And everyone was saying that people would break in, so he had bouncers stand at the entrance side to stop them. but we were allowed to come and go as we please and there was a special force field that let us in. “we” were these troubled and beautiful artists who he’d taken under his wing. Much like Charles Dickens used to do with prozzies.

It’s weird that I had that dream about George Lamb cos I hadn’t thought about him at all that day or for many days. The last time I thought about him was when I was watching the live behind the scenes special that came on after the Live Eastenders episode. Which, by the way was AMAZING. I was so excited about it I had ants in my pants and I was on my seat the whole way through and kept doing time checks: “oh no only 5 mins left”. And they got Larry Lamb in as well and I sort of fancy him. I fancy him more on Gavin and Stacey though. I love it when the mum and dad do their weird sex game pretending to be Camilla and Charles. “It was always you.......Camilla!”. when he said that in one episode I died laughing. Yeah,. I died. What? Why aren’t I dead? I came back to life thanks. Don’t be so aggressive.

The other day I read an article by Danny Wallace in one of those blokey mags they give out for free in LDN. It’s called SPORT I think. But it’s not only about sports. I'm in 2 minds about this magazine. I remember when it first came out and I saw someone handing it out and I was so excited, ooo a MAGAZINE!!!!! And then when I got it in my hands it said it was called sport and that it was for blokes. So maybe that initial disappointment tarnished it. Cos then after that when people tried to hand it to me I used to shout at them in my head so I look like I like sport or am a man? Huh??? But then I started picking it up and it’s alright and better than the metro.

Anyways. I was talking about it for a reason and that is the Danny Wallace article. So in one bit he said “ok, I'm going to climb the wooden hill to Bedfordshire” and I absolutely cracked up laughing on the tube, guffawing and spluttering. It was a bit like listening to and Adam and Joe podcast. Or, going really retro, the Russell Brand show. When it was on 6 music not radio 2. It didn’t really fit in on Radio 2 methinks, but I'm not a radio controller so what do I know? Well..I know what I like LOLZ!

Back to magazines though, while I'm thinking about them, there’s a “sister” mag for Sport. And it’s called Stylist. Its really try hard and in the first issue it had a tagline for EVERY feature describing how each week, this feature does this. “This is the feature where each week we tell you what we like in shops” “this is the feature where each week we tell you about women in power”. Etc. I liked it. It reminded me of the fake joke magazine me and Hen made each other when we lived in different counties. But now I love it cos it’s a free magazine with things to covet and make me miserable. But they hand it out on random days and never in the same places. So whether or not I get one is a tossup. And the women on the tube who do have one hold onto them for dear like a prize. Not like the Metro. They get tossed on the floor and used as toilet paper. Because btw I HATE THE METRO. I feel my brain screaming as I read it telling me to throw it in a river and never speak of it again. It’s worse than a tabloid. It’s badly written and promotes hate and fear and the reporters don’t do any research. The articles are constructed like they overheard a conversation between some intelligent journos and tried to replicate it in print but didn’t really understand what it all meant so it’s basically nonsense.

Ban the metro, people.