Kiss of the ciderwoman
Mar. 15th, 2004 01:19 pmThe weekend pretty much ruled: I'm a steelworker. I kill what I eat. (Well, not really. But why let reality stand in the way of a chance to borrow a Big Black lyric?)
It's always fun to be parked up in dodgy areas of Bristol at stupid-AM with strange young women, opposite a sign reading 'Kerb crawlers will be arrested'. I should probably do that sort of thing more often.
I also have Important Historical Documents. (A copy of the NME from 1982) Southern Death Cult as second support, an impenetrable Cabaret Voltaire review by Paul Morley and New Order at the top end of the indie chart (Temptation). Things were as I remember them.
[FX: Phonecall from Northern Tool. My wheels are on the way. There can now be a Sonic Attack. (Hey, playing 'Masters of the universe' seemed like a good idea at the time.)]
And now: web-based terribleness.
Ben Hammersley links to this, which contains a link to this. I'll probably end up buying the Paco Underhill in question, if only so I may cheerfully recognise and dissect my enemy and his motivations. Hateful places filled with nastiness and dreadful spherical people, they contain nothing that sensible people might want for.
It's always fun to be parked up in dodgy areas of Bristol at stupid-AM with strange young women, opposite a sign reading 'Kerb crawlers will be arrested'. I should probably do that sort of thing more often.
I also have Important Historical Documents. (A copy of the NME from 1982) Southern Death Cult as second support, an impenetrable Cabaret Voltaire review by Paul Morley and New Order at the top end of the indie chart (Temptation). Things were as I remember them.
[FX: Phonecall from Northern Tool. My wheels are on the way. There can now be a Sonic Attack. (Hey, playing 'Masters of the universe' seemed like a good idea at the time.)]
And now: web-based terribleness.
Ben Hammersley links to this, which contains a link to this. I'll probably end up buying the Paco Underhill in question, if only so I may cheerfully recognise and dissect my enemy and his motivations. Hateful places filled with nastiness and dreadful spherical people, they contain nothing that sensible people might want for.
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Date: 2004-03-15 06:30 am (UTC)That's probably for the best - if it lived on in your intestines it would only be miserable.
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Date: 2004-03-15 06:38 am (UTC)I'm utterly fascinated by shopping centres, as Mel will confirm. I'll happily drive fifty miles out of my way to visit one I haven't seen before. The highlight of my year thus far has been Mel giving me "backstage" access to the loading bay at the Regent Arcade in Cheltenham.
My favourite centre at the moment is the Kingfisher in Redditch (http://www.kingfishercentre.com/). This was the UK's first purpose-built covered shopping centre. Refurbished last year, it still has the design traits betraying its 1960's origin; narrow, cramped corridors, unintuitive asymetrical layout, precisely zero sunlight, integration with a now-disused street market, and best of all, a Boots Chemist store complete with original 1960's signage.
The renovated Bull Ring in Birmingham is also well worth a visit, if only for the retro-space-age Selfridges (http://www.virtual-brum.co.uk/selfridges.htm), full on conveyor-belt Yo Sushi, Lego store and general athmosphere of gaudy capitalism crushing the face of the proletariat former street market under a diamond-tipped stiletto.
It rather concerned me to discover that the famous artist's book "Boring Postcards" was almost entirely filled with postcards of 1960's shopping centres. I'm fascinated with them. Then again, I am mildly autistic (although I prefer the non-PC term "just being a spod").
Further nostalgia trips in shopping history are best experienced at Beatties in Wolverhampton (http://www.beatties.co.uk/wolverhampton.html) (photos (http://www.localhistory.scit.wlv.ac.uk/localist/beatties.htm), more (http://www.beatties.co.uk/history.html)), a department store of such scale and magnitude that it was surely the basis for "Are You Being Served?".
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Date: 2004-03-15 11:02 am (UTC)“In my New York of the future, all pipes and wires will be strung along the upper sides of those tunnels, above a catwalk, accessible to engineers and painted brilliant colors to delight rather than appall the eye.”
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Date: 2004-03-15 03:55 pm (UTC)(Did I ever lend you 'The geography of nowhere'?)
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Date: 2004-03-15 04:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-16 01:56 am (UTC)