MEANDERING THROUGH THE CORNERS OF MY MIND

Hello Disorderites,

The beginning of a new week and the sun shone this morning and I saw Edgar the Cat and we played in the leaves, he clawed my tights and left catty hairs all down my legs which I picked off on the Tube. I want a cat. I really do. But I want Edgar most but he belongs to someone, though I am sorely tempted to lay a trail of tuna and chicken all the way to my door, then snatch him. Is that unlawful? Oh wait, have I ever cared much about the law? Ummmmmm. For the purposes of whacking myself in a compromising position, I shall just ignore that question.

I watched the last of Being Human last night, well, for this series. I think the main thing keeping me glued is the undeniably gorgeous presence of Mitchell. Since ‘Demons’ has so miserably failed to live up to some British-made supernatural fun, this is possibly the only other contender (and no, Living’s Most Haunted doesn’t count!). The moody cinematography is handled well and the script is almost punchy (though it’s a long way off the near-genius of Buffy, which is the marker of all things teen-weird), though last night the werewolf effects were remarkably hilarious. Not much progression on An American Werewolf in London, which was just as plasticine-y and like, 30 years ago. And while Underworld is truly diabolical, the werewolves are nicely vile. Clearly, BBC3 aint BBC£ in the special effects dept.! But nice to see them trying. It’s just that it’s a constant source of disbelief that the US has come up with Supernatural, Medium, Buffy/Angel, American Gothic, The Twilight Zone, X Files… and we get ummmmm, ok, insert something here and don’t say Doctor Who when you were a kid cos we all know we hid behind the counch when we were five. The most fun British TV has had was the recent Whitechapel two-parter. Yawn. Please tell me what I’ve been missing…. I am a terrestrial girl for the most part.

Is it me or does Corden & Horne, vice versa, look so painfully UNFUNNY that I would rather sit through re-runs of, oh, I don’t know, this… (without the weird voiceover). All together.. Drazic Drazic Drazic!!!!

Oh, and has Rivers turned up in Neighbours looking a bit weird. I only recognised him by his nose….

I am so glad it’s getting warmer because it’s been a distressing winter once more with the Ballad of the Solitary Glove in full swing. I was considering beginning a pix gallery of gloves that were lost and abandoned and maybe setting up a respite home for them; like bringing in lots of mannequin hands to put them on so they felt like they had a purpose in life once more rather than just being swept away by heartless street cleaners. Giving them bracelets and watches to wear. A goddamn samaritan, that’s me.

Tomorrow night will see me down at In Case of Fire, one of the strongest rock bands for 2009, and will try and see if I can catch a cheeky interview as well that will be stuff and nonsense. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled since I sent them a rather gushy MySpace message where I was delightfully sweet but I spose they are going, ummm, who is this person???? Well, it’s not long….

I hope y’all are following us on Twitter…. www.twitter.com/disordermag. Hell yeah, cos you can’t have too many updates in life. At this point I am trying to write this AND find a good place to drink in Noho cos I am sick of Soho. Jeez, listen to me. But I just can’t handle it anymore. It’s plain old nasty. I say that with my best NAAAAAAsty Janet Jackson inflection.

I want to see Franklyn. Don’t I? It looks better than it will be. That much I realise. Daaaaamn.

My god, my brain jumps around. Having re-read this, I realise there is no rhyme or reason to my thought patterns. It’s like watching a frog on acid. Hop hop spaz out hop. Niiice.

Over and out! xx