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The Eighties: It Was A Bit Shit Really. (From today's Guardian) This is exactly right - the key noticeable point about the Eighties for people who were actually there was mass unemployment (actually well over three million - five by some counts), although this was closely followed by a horde of other evils. Bad times. If you missed them, be glad you missed them.

There's also an interview with Fay Weldon where she talks about having found God. Unfortunately it doesn't match up to the Rev I M Jolly's famous "How I found God, and why He was hiding from me", but you can't have everything.

She mentioned having a very clichéd near-death experience, although with an awful pair of double-glazed pearly gates. I was thinking yesterday about a dream I woke from while I was in Cambridge. I had been dying, and having a similar sort of vision - the glowy tunnel, the gates at the top . . . the whole nine yards. When I got to the gates I met God. I recognised him as God instantly, because he looked exactly like this man.

He looked me in the eye and said "Listen, son - you shouldn't be so hard on yourself", and I awoke.

That production of Three Sisters has been collecting brickbats from various circles - I did like it, though, although it definitely overdid the long pauses. The people who left halfway missed out.

I had Jon and Kathryn staying over Sunday night, and it was good to see them again. They'll be back on Friday (he said, peering grahamb's way under lowered eyebrows), which should also be good, before they head back to the Deep South.

That Joyriders gig's on Saturday. It's free. Support from the T-140s and the Lunes. Who's coming? Gwaan. Yenoyewanna. And the night before there's some punk band called Drongos for Europe, one of whose albums I was recently given and which I enjoyed. I may well do that one too.

The I, Claudius drinking game. I assume that various of you knew about this and were sparing us the trauma, yes?

Ed's gone. He moved into his new place on Friday and I just have to take over a few last items and there'll be no trace left. It's a nice little flat on Causewayside, just south of the art deco garage. He has, though, already been replaced.

"Epileptic Hedgehogs are also good." (statement courtesy dark_claw)
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...not to mention famine and war in Africa, the Falklands, the West Midlands Serious Farce Squad, and A-ha.
Ah yes, the cunningly-named West Midlands Serious Crime Squad. I remember them well. I also, unfortunately, remember A-Ha quite well.
Re: A-ha
That's OK. You can have him. Just don't let him make records. Keep his singing just for you.
Re: A-ha
Oh. Blimey.
Thank you!

*passes into a reverie that we should draw a discreet veil over...*

... the Sinclair ZX Spectrum and awesome might of BBC B micro (32k).

And if you really want to relive A-Ha, just get your daughter to retune the car radio to R2. Shocking.
I knew there was a reason I hadn't had kids. Thank you for reminding me.
Me too. Sexy little devils, aren't they?

As Bannerman's is a pub-with-backroom we could actually meet there, as they don't make people queue in the street. Doors are nominally at 8:45, I think.
He's been around, hasn't he?

I wonder what else people have had drinking games concerning. Songs of Praise? Party political broadcasts have almost certainly been done.
There was an awful lot of good music, but the majority didn't bother the ears of the popular masses at all. There's equally good music now, and it's mostly in the same situation.
And oddly enough, one of Pyro's students is a certain Nick Kershaw, whilst Howard Jones is currently competing in the UK first gliding Grand Prix (although not the ones who were responsible for the auditory assault of the 80s)
Well, I saw the actual original Howard Jones (well, probably not the absolute original, but the first to have synthpop hits) about a month ago. Sadly, he didn't have his little dancing gimp with him.
I agree, I loathed my 80s too. Their only saving grace was the excellent alternative comedy they produced, often in reaction to the ghastly political and social situation of the time.
This is, actually, very true. There's some very good satire, but it doesn't seem to have hit the mark as well. Judging by the amount people talk about it, anyway.
Are you sure you didn't write that 80s article under a pseudonym?!

And BTW, the R4 reviewer liked Three Sisters too and also sounded suspiciously as if they'd read your comments on it first.....
Ah, I have been discovered. Yes, I am actually the BBC. I expect some respect from you all now - writing, producing and presenting eight TV channels and nine radio stations is keeping me very busy. Thank God I don't have to do all the local stuff too.
I'm frankly terrified by the current 80s fashion revival. This morning I saw two pineapple hair-dos (y'know, ponytail right on top of the head and all teased out, like Mel and Kim's), and a girl wearing grey suede pixie boots with a denim miniskirt and thick tights. Vile.
Well frankly the only people who'd bother reviving it are the ones who are too young to have worn it first time round and hence to be profoundly embarrassed by the remaining photos...
I actually liked the flat-heeled men's pixie boots, but I like ankle boots in general, perhaps due to a sublimated memory of the chelsea boots I wore when I was three.
I liked the 80s. The 80s had early Erasure stuff and my Dad was still at home. I was probably a little to young to remember much of the other stuff. The famines I do remember as well as the Iraq/Iran war.
Mark will probably be at the Joyriders gig. I might be or I might go to my friends housewarming instead. Not decided yet.
Have you noticed that ALL your tags are now displayed on the right hand side of your journal and every journal entry. It was pissing me off so I disabled it in the manage->customise bit.
I, too, am totally mystified by the 80s revival -- wasn't it bad enough the first time?

In NZ we had the Springbok tour (a nation divided by rugby), Piggy Muldoon (PM Robert Muldoon, a right-wing "think big" socialist and total arsehole), massive unemployment, Labour turning into a right-wing party, Treasury wonks chanting "There is no alternative" to user-pays, disastrous health reforms we're still recovering from, and all the other crap that everyone else got thanks to the global culture.

Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say.
Yep, my thought when I heard about that poll was that they'd asked lots of twenty-somethings.