Did anyone else catch “Suburban Shootout” on Five last night? It is a new comedy show that seems to be a cross between “Desperate Housewives” and “The Sopranos” with a touch of “The League of Gentleman” thrown in for good measure. Its easily the best comedy on five, I know thats not saying much but it is rather good!
In Little Stempington, the women don’t kill time – they kill each other, with anything from Glock 9mm machine pistols to potato peelers if necessary. In fact, this sleepy English town is more South Central LA than Home Counties.
Beneath the charity fundraising and mid-morning aerobic classes lies a secret, super-sexed, super-violent world.
Industrial strength Viagra is grated into husbands’ suppers, high doses of illegal HRT are smuggled in from Marseilles and every high street shop is at the mercy of a protection racket so fierce no one is prepared to stand in its way.
Into this rural battlefield walk innocent Joyce Hazeldine and her policeman husband Jeremy, itching find a stress-free life away from the high crime rate of the big city.
The opportunity to move into a peaceful, suburban environment couldn’t have come at a better time. Or so they think.
As wife of the new local superintendent, Joyce soon becomes an unwilling pawn in the epic power struggle between two rival gangs, and has to learn to swim and shoot or sink and die. Welcome to Little Stempington. Welcome to Suburban Shootout.
You can watch the trailer here.
My Guinea pig babies, nearly two weeks old now!
This is the last week of the show and the last chance to see Bureau’s launch exhibition Imperial, the first solo show for Italian-born artist Seb Patane, currently short-listed for Beck’s Futures 2006.
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The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living
There’s a new article about the blogging boom in the current issue of The Economist: It’s the links, stupid.
And for those of you still wondering:
The word “blog” appears to date back to 1997, when one of the few practitioners at the time, Jorn Barger, called his site a “weblog”. In 1999, another user, Peter Merholz, playfully broke the word into “we blog”, and somehow the new term—blog—stuck as both a verb and a noun. Technically, it means a web page to which its owner regularly adds new entries, or “posts”, which tend to be (but need not be) short and often contain hyperlinks to other blogs or websites.
Some more grafitti from Manchester. The first one is on one of the bridges on the Levenshulme to Fallowfield Cycle path. The rest are on a shop shutter next to The Battered Cod in Fallowfield which just happens to be a mighty fine chippy.
Monsieur, with these logos, you are spoiling us!
Happy St Georges Day for yesterday.
Having a day for a national holiday seems like a good idea, seeing as Ireland, Scotland and Wales all have one. Unfortunately, these sort of things tend either be an excuse to flog more beer or seem to get hijacked by loonies, racists and Daily Telegraph readers. 
Who knew that, in between bake sales, my mother was Anaïs Nin?
The old dreams were good dreams; they didn’t work out, but glad I had them.
I just went on to Google and noticed that they have changed their logo again. This time to celebrate Earth Day.
I think the idea behind Earth Day is to inspire awareness of and appreciation for our planet’s ostensibly fragile environment. I’m not sure whether or not it’s a US only thing but it sounds like a good idea.
There’s a great new exhibition called “World gone Mad” that has just started at Castlefield Gallery. The exhibition features the work of contemporary British artists who are exploring the visual legacies of Surrealism and applying it to how we picture the world today.
The artists featured are: Liz Arnold, Guy Bar-Amotz, Sam Basu, Varda Caivano, Jack Duplock, Neil Gall, Mark Harris, Ansel Krut, David Leapman, Bob Matthews, David Rayson, James Rielly, Adam Ross, John Stezaker, and Gary Webb.
