Monday, December 20, 2010

State of Bewilderment

There are days I’m scared to death of life. Today is one such day. The nervousness is cropping up in my throat. I feel like I’m being choked, not quite to death, but swallowing sure is a bit harder than usual. My appetite is absent, though the nausea suggests my stomach is in need of food. I think I’m also dehydrating.

I’m not sure where this fear came from. It might be the tasks that have been set at work. It might have been Charlie Brooker’s column, which I read this morning. Or David Mitchell’s answers to some questions from Guardian readers(?). Either way, it didn’t help my state of being.

Also the cold is so through and through it’s pressuring on my temples and residing in my bones. It causes muscle failure in the arms and a thumping headache....and the loss of knowledge of several words. I feel quite inapt to write anything today, or read for that matter. And in my state of falling apart, it doesn’t help my confidence. Ironically, this morning I woke up with the song Confidence out of the Sound of Music in my head.

What was this about the British education fee again? Going from ‘Litter society’ to ‘Farmyard society’? Or did I dream it? I can however inform with some confidence that I forgot entirely what David Mitchell wrote in his column. Oh wait, something about nuclear weapons being paraded through the city in a golden carriage.

Anything of it all seems so far from my life. My life lately has been white, cold and sort of busy; white with a glowing centre of blackness. I refuse to believe there’s more ‘Bah’ to come, no matter how persistent the papers keep stating the opposite. Some day something should be fine again, shouldn’t it?

With my personal dictionary draining, new words and phrases should be invented. So far I came up with ‘litter society’ as used above, and with ‘fuckery’ which I have not used yet except in some internal conversation as a reaction on some situation.

I feel this blog should have a rating?

Sources: Charlie Brooker's How To Cut Tuition Fees
David Mitchell under the spotlight and David Mitchell's Catchy Titles and Nuclear Security Rant

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

To Mr. Charlton Brooker

It’s not that I wanted to, I just had to. It’s really just a salute to you, Mr. Charlton Brooker, also known as Charlie Brooker. I suppose this outcry is really the echo of my fears of you not creating quite enough new stuff to keep me entertained. Mr. Charlie Brooker, you are my ghetto blaster of observation and opinion. We just agree on most things and you never cease to make me laugh. But what especially strikes me about you is you seem to try to be fair....sort of.

What’s up with the whole 10 O’Clock Live thing? Have preparations begun? What’s your part going to be? I was thinking, you could do news items like you do on Newswipe, though I’m not sure what that would mean for Newswipe as a separate series; wouldn’t want to lose it.
Also I feel you should get a bigger part than you had in the Election night special. You are a good host, sir. And I think we could do with less Jimmy Carr reading off, obviously, auto-cue. And then maybe we could let go of the ‘panic room’ organization. That would safe time and money and would provide a bit more variation (20 minutes of Jimmy Carr prescripted quips and head movements without breaks was a bit much for me).

I did read Screenwipe and Newswipe are going out on BB2 this Christmas and the coming year. Especially to me, that’s good news, since I don’t receive C4 nor BBC4.
What about You Have Been Watching? Is a new series commissioned? Even though I love to watch you, Mr. Charlton, a bit of variation of faces could be refreshing. And the proof you can actually smile is a sweet one. Beside that, I just love the idea of the TV-club.

I hope to see much more of you the coming year (and on).

My fave forum quote of the week (a quote with a reaction added, really):
“’I had a Bounty on my head.... I was showing off in the newsagents.’ Wahey!!”
Source: UKFF Forum

Friday, December 3, 2010

Take That

Not so long ago I wrote a blog about the return of Robbie to the returned boyband Take That. I was complaining about how I couldn’t and didn’t want to go back. It turns out I was partly wrong. I still don’t want to return to 15-20 years ago, but I find myself feeling the same sentiments being on the edge of... whatever. Take That turns out to be a cornerstone in my life. Whenever I find myself on a crossing of life and I have to make new choices to move further to a new phase of my life, Take That simply appears. I’m being pulled toward it and into it. I have no choice but to follow. I am following again.

A few weeks ago Take That released a new album and single and with that the return of Robbie. About two weeks ago they announced a great tour through Britain and a few cities throughout Europe. My mom told me to get a ticket really.
Then the whole promotion for the single, the album and the tour started with them doing interviews throughout Britain and Europe. Suddenly they were everywhere again, like 15-20 years ago. Since I was curious I caught all the things they did in and for Dutch tv and then I was back in. Ever since I’ve been searching the Internet, googling and youtubing. Yesterday I even retrieved my scrapbooks from back then.

What really did it for me was the new documentary ‘Look Back, Don’t Stare’. It embarked on Robbie’s return and recording the new album, Progress, right up to the preparations of the announcement of the tour. I love that documentary, because for the first time the other side of the story was told. All that happened, but only a little bit made it out to the world. It turned out the 5 years in the 90’s were a bit of a commercial lie. I never knew how things really were. I never knew about the tensions within the band. I never heard about how they experienced their time in Take That. It was heart breaking. I never wanted them to hurt and hate each other, or being indifferent to the others feelings.

I love that documentary, because it’s such a sincere, brave and honest retelling. It was refreshing to see how frank and open they tried to be about then and now. It was all kind of emotions and feelings in one to see how much they struggled to make it work a second time, especially concerning Robbie. So much had happened. So much is still going on. They’re fighting really hard to make things right. It’s heart warming to see how much they enjoyed working on Progress, with each other, including Robbie.

I hope this is true. I hope things won’t fall apart like they did before. I have faith, yet I am scared. There’s no escaping for me. Let’s see what’s happening next.

Source: Wiwipedia: Robbie rejoined Take That