Ghost World … quirky teen flick … crazed humour, dead quirky, thora is hot, scarlet lazy acting like on dope … but good … nice twists … man with nun chackers my favourite bit … did I say quirky

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susan sez ‘Quirky Films’

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0177789/ Galaxy Quest. Surprisingly good despite looking awful.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0185014/ Wonder Boys. Think i’ve gone all film buff and talked about this one before?

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0126886/ Election. Certainly quirky though not sure I actually like it that much…

And not quirky but a film i really like, though it’s certainly slow-paced… http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0069704/ American Graffiti.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0101889/
The Fisher King. Mad and brilliant, Terry Gilliam, good even if you can’t stand Robin Williams…

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0165832/ Interstate 60.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120789/ Pleasantville.

and maybe this one too… ?

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0188453/ Birthday Girl

and great old movies…(non-quirky)

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053172/ Pillow Talk. The best Rock & Doris.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0046250/ Roman Holiday. Lovely and romantic chick-flick

a couple of slow-paced good ones:

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0156096/ Spring Forward.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0208196/ Happy Accidents.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097322/ The Fabulous Baker Boys.

and maybe…

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110684/ Nobody’s Fool.

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The Grid Project for a photographic discussion of that least high falutin’ of cities – Bradford. Harvey and Charlies images hit me immediately … if there were time I would go back to see the growers.

Leeds Festival 2006 Sunday

Bus from Leeds excellent – straight into the site and no car queues.
Missed Giant Drag due to queueing in through turnstiles.
Buy t-shirt for the listings – save on the programme guide.
Plan B playing ‘the youth of today’ … nice start
To the main stage for Wolfmother … they ROCK – so 70s retro, so great!
Felafel break – nice one
To the front for Be Your Pet – she is amazing – so much energy – jump up and down for whole set.
The Big Wheel – for serene meditation way above the noise and crowds.
Dirty Pretty Things – not even the motorcycle broken arm cant convince me these are a bunch of overrated posers. Though I kinda like ‘bang bang’.
Carling stage and Unsigned stage for some unknowns…
Feeder – doh!
Jet – more doh!
Crepe with maple syrup break – nice but sticky – where are the wet wipes.
Artic Chimps … fight to be still miles away … but the crowd are singing, the crowd are jumping, the crowd are dancing … my final festival? A good way to end …
But the rain ends it … share my umbrella with a youf while waiting for the loo – he just sidles up, says nothing, and we stand there in the rain, strangers, but strangely bonded.
Leaving on the bus – all wet, all tired, all happy except the scousers. Two girls sing Oasis songs to amuse us, though aren’t they showing their age hehe

Jeffrey Lewis – Sheffield Polish Catholic Centre. Arriving a little later than planned (Porters Cottage), there was a queue outside the door of around 10 people. A queue? but I was told it would be pay on the door and no trouble. But the management had said the gig wouldn’t start if anyone else was let in. I asked is it ‘one in one out’ but the trembling stewardy student geezer just trembled and said ‘nobody is going in’ … ‘but I’ve come from Bradford’ … still no joy. Wait or head off down Eccleshall aimlessly? Wait … and wait … and wait … people come by, but they had already been in and they get let in ok. We wait … and now the queue is 14 people. With people leaving, am now front of the queue … wait … then another slightly less trembly studardy student type comes out and mumbles to the trembling one, they may let 15 people in but thats it … oh joy oh joy … now the waiting is tinged with optimism, still we wait though. Then news comes – 15 people can enter…there are the 5 who are on the ‘guest list’ bah … then I think it will be me … I try and look large and purposeful … he says ‘yes you can go in’ … and thats it I’m in.

The second support David Thomas Broughton is playing when we get in … sidle through the largely silent crowd seated on Polish Club like chairs to the bar. The ‘music’ is a cacophony of loops and yowls … it is amazing in its discord … at the bar we are looking at each other ‘is it really meant to sound like this?’ and ‘how long is this guy going to play?’ is running through our heads … he is a very tall spindley skinny bearded fellow … ‘young enough to think having a beard will not make him look ancient’ … he starts off loops and then wanders off to the side of the stage … sings a little more … then pours a glass of wine while the loops throb, and balances it on his guitar and looks at it. The audience is still silent … is this art or is this too much? The pieces are starting to fit together though and the audience are warming … if you close your eyes … easy with the fine Polish beer … it can carry you along. He struts around the stage like a gypsy Freddie Mercury doing suggestive things with the mic stand, his backdrop the roll down white shutter of the Polish club leading who knows where. Then it suddenly ends. And he walks away through the crowd. We are bemused and amused.

Jeffrey also is bearded … but his voice is instantly recognisable … his songs and jokes excellent … though it all seemed too short. He sings two songs from his cartoon books – a humourous one about a severed hand and a nun, and a rather more serious one about the history of Communism. Perhaps it was due to the Polish beer but somehow I wish it would happen all again … he has so many songs and only played for an hour – there seemed so many missing.