| Monday, November 17, 2003 |
 | And, true to expectations, the week was a bit hellish - I think my abiding memory will be standing in the lobby of a hotel at 3:30AM, having just walked over from the office, standing there at reception. Nobody there. Music and sounds of movement from the room behind the door. No flaming bell. Polite coughs. Calls of "excuse me". Ultimately having to call the hotel to get them to call reception to tell the guy that somebody wanted to check in. When I told him I wanted an alarm call for 7, he (perfectly reasonably) pointed out that I was barely going to be there. If it had been left to me, I would have spent £20 on a sleeping bag and bedded down in the office, but I guess you can't do that if you have a proper job hem hem.
Still, the weekend was lovely; I got to Brighton in time for the second half of the Tiger Lilies at the Komedia. Lots of songs from the new album, apparently (very Jacques Brel), and very funny; rather as Tindersticks might have turned out if they had been chipmunks with a love of music-hall.
Oh, and finally got to see Final Destination, which I have meant to watch for ages but have always been held back by the suspicion that it would be a big pile of shit. It was. However, I did like the conceit that, rather than a big nasty (barring the exposition mortician, who was bug and scary), the teens met their ends as a result of a series of simple or complex interrelations of leverage, conductivity, chemistry and so on.
This forces us to only one conclusion. Death is MacGyver. If only he could be induced to indulge his predilection for overcomplex deaths involving everyday household goods more often; then we could see an end to gun crime, although deaths from bicycles swerving to avoid cars, causing a pedestrian to drop the heavy bag they were carrying onto the loose plank of a fruit stall, that catapulting an orange upwards and in to the gutter of a roof, blocking the outflow hole, making the gutter fill up with water, the added weight causing the gutter to detach itself from the wall and plummet to the floor, impaling a luckless teenager on the way down crime would no doubt increase.
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