For Andrew Bolt & Timmeh Blair & Paul Sheehan & So On & So Forth:
Evidently Chickentown!
About @ndy
I live in Melbourne, Australia. I like anarchy. I don't like nazis. I enjoy eating pizza and drinking beer. I barrack for the greatest football team on Earth: Collingwood Magpies. The 2023 premiership's a cakewalk for the good old Collingwood.
The actor Christopher Eccleston, in the 2001 film Strumpet.
“Strumpet… is peopled with super-real characters, playing parts in a contemporary fairytale amongst the seemingly hopeless landscape of Northern England’s underclass.
…the film starts with a bang, at a social club, where the clients, resembling figures from a Dutch 17th century painting, take turns at providing the entertainment. Strayman recites a John Cooper Clark poem and has the audience joining in with the angry diatribe. Unfortunately, his own poetry is not as compelling as Clark’s and although Jenna G is a seasoned nightclub singer, her voice does not seem to have quite the character and force that you would expect.”
Two Greek anarchists are making molotov cocktails. One says to the other: "So who will we throw these at then?" The other replies: "What are you, some kind of fucking intellectual?"
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Who the fuck was that last spit-flecked psycho – needs putting out of his misery – whining fucking pom!
Worth a thousand words…
Link to interesting video about Bill Henson’s photographic work:
The actor Christopher Eccleston, in the 2001 film Strumpet.
“Strumpet… is peopled with super-real characters, playing parts in a contemporary fairytale amongst the seemingly hopeless landscape of Northern England’s underclass.
…the film starts with a bang, at a social club, where the clients, resembling figures from a Dutch 17th century painting, take turns at providing the entertainment. Strayman recites a John Cooper Clark poem and has the audience joining in with the angry diatribe. Unfortunately, his own poetry is not as compelling as Clark’s and although Jenna G is a seasoned nightclub singer, her voice does not seem to have quite the character and force that you would expect.”