I’ve bumped by chance in The Future is Unwritten - unbelievably broadcasted by the Italian tv right here and right now. As you might know I didn’t loved it that much - as I didn’t loved that much Chris’ book (and this you might not know: I’ve had the pleasure of meeting Chris seven Summers ago and I totally lied to him telling him it was my favorite book about Joe and the Clash, just because my all time hero Don Letts was there too. And yes it was the same time I randomly bumped into Mick Jones in Holland Park Ave in which I told him he changed my life and he was the sweetest - still the best moment in my life. And the same time I saw Paul Simonon performing at literally two metres from me. Pretty fuckin grand trip to London was it come to think to it). It is too too private and full of loads of things I didn’t want to know. Anyway as I’m watching I’ve got just one thing stuck in me mind - which is a bit sentimental but who cares - Joe was the most influencial artist in my life ever and I owe him lots. Oh you have no idea. Growing up having him as my cultural guide was the best thing ever bless him. In the last 12 years - funny enough I’ve discovered the Clash the day he died - he’s been my actual guru and at the root of everything I love and adore nowaday. Bless.
Clara Oswald - Into the Dalek
GET INTO MY WARDROBE YOU NOW
DOWNTON ABBEY S5 OFFICIAL TRAILER
ah, finalmente dopo il crollo di Doctor Who una certezza nella vita.
Scotland (by Philippe Sainte-Laudy)
wanna go so badly you have no idea
Smart, chic and a little saucy – the borrowed-from-the-boys-style top is a modern classic
quando senza volerlo oggi mi son comprata esattamente questa camicia
bag aside, which is not my cuppa, this look is a smasher I tell you
The Man Upstairs / PG Wodehouse (UK Penguin 1960)
Cover illustration by Geoffrey Salter
Robert Graves, Goodbye to All That (Penguin Classics, 2000, p. 18).
[Little boy Graves on young man Wodehouse: a lovely, tiny snippet of memory, like so many other moments briefly touched on in the early chapters of Goodbye. Graves’s one–liners, too — while not so ‘lovely’ — are often succinctly, acidly amusing: “Munich we found sinister”, “‘Those poor Italians in your grandfather’s brick yard used to burn their polenta on purpose, sometimes, just for a change of flavour’”, and, “I don’t like thinking of Wimbledon”. (This is the second book in my First World War–related reading series, “Goodbye to All That.”)]
THERE YOU HAVE IT - ho sempre ragione!
Julian Rhind-Tutt nei panni di Malcolm Muggeridge alla fine di Wodehouse in Exile mormora, facendo riferimento a come l’Inghilterra avesse emarginato Wodehouse in seguito alle radiotrasmissioni da Berlino, “Oh England, what do you do to those who love you?”, che è una cosa che mi ha fatto ridere tantissimo perché riuscivo a pensare solo a come, trent’anni dopo, il vero Muggeridge tratterà i miei poveri Monty Python in diretta nazionale. È splendido perché Muggeridge viene rappresentato come una persona splendida da ogni punto di vista, quando tutti sappiamo come fosse un coglione a tutto tondo. E allora mi chiedo: magari prima della conversione non era così coglione? Gretto? Stolto? Ignobile? Malvagio? Meschino? Infido come un serpente?
Non lo sapremo mai. Sappiamo solo che la rendition dell’avventura tedesca di Wodehouse da parte della BBC è delizioso, e che io, dato che hanno internato Wodehouse, ho un’altra ragione in più per odiare i tedeschi. Come se non ce ne fossero già abbastanza.
"I’ll always love you, Elizabeth… as long as I live, but us together, it’ll destroy me."
Burton and Taylor ha vinto tutti i premi possibili? Sì vero? LACRIME A SINGHIOZZO