Friday, August 11, 2006

The shame of it
I have to admit, on the night one of the biggest news stories in my lifetime broke, I tuned into Love Island instead. Not for me the foiled Al-Qaeda bomb plot with the potential to cause unimagineable loss of life, but Lee's little spat with Brendan and whether Bianca has really blown it with Callum Best. Poor old Bianca. He definately looks bored, but maybe this is the look you end up with when everyone you want to have sex with wants to have sex with you. Back in the real world, the names of the suspects are released to the press and the surprise of their neighbours recorded. On the night of 9/11, one man said, one of the suspects was heard to be "celebrating" with friends, which sounds pretty damning, but Charles de Menezes "looked Pakistani" and had "wires coming out of his jacket," so who knows, really, whether this is true. But I think this story, as they say, "has legs".

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I went through a Bauhaus 'phase' (as parents call it).
I even had the Bela Lugosi t-shirt, with the arms cut off, mind.

I must have realised at the time that the music was shit, but was far too infatuated with the image of it all; I think the people you saw queuing bear enduring testament to that.

All the others minus Peter Murphy formed a band after Bauhaus.
Now they're back together for the cash-in tour I bet you can hear the tension & bitterness crackling in the dingy dressing room.

11:02 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hmmm. meant that comment for the previous post, obviously.

11:04 pm  

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