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  • Dec. 28th, 2011 at 10:36 AM
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I've read "Great Expectations" a few times in my life. I studied it at sixth form and again at University. I've written essays and answered exam questions on pretty much every single one of the novel's themes and influences, and even though all that was a while ago now, I'd like to think I know the text pretty well. 

So I was really surprised, last night watching the BBC's latest adaptation of 'Great Expectations', that an influence I must have stupidly missed is that of the "Twilight" books. I don't recall Dickens messing with Vampires - unless in one of the few remaining novels of his that I haven't yet read he goes at them like a steam train pushing a giant wooden stake at the head of it. It's unlikely, I would have thought, given that Dickens died thirty years or so before Bram Stoker published 'Dracula' and the vampire myth burst into popular culture over the following decades, but I could be wrong... (sarcasm mode engaged).

From the opening scenes depicting Magwitch rising from the foggy mudflats like a gasping, newly-resurrected zombie, to the transformation of Young Pip who, by working hard as an apprentice blacksmith for seven years, returns to Satis House a pale-faced, effeminate pretty-boy complete with pouty lips and giant eyelashes, the whole production was layered at every opportunity with symbols deliberately representative of the bland, beige vampire strain running through the DNA of current popular culture. Just as every band using real guitars and pianos feels the need to be a bit like Coldplay and every female singer has to sound a bit like Adele, so it seems that if you want the teens to enjoy Dickens, you have to make it look like Twilight. In the same way, I guess, that a couple of years ago Penguin re-issued 'Wuthering Heights' with a cover that made it look like a new novel in the Twilight series. (Jane Austen also suffered a cruel, torturous re-skinning just so that the booksellers - ie Waterstones - would put a couple of her novels back on their shelves which must have led to many disappointed teenage girls wondering why none of the posh men in those books turned out to be girly, angst-ridden bloodsuckers).

Shameless.....

Even bad-boy Orlick, who does for Mrs Joe, descended on young Pip in one scene complete with bloodied teeth, ripped shirt and pale skin, sunken eyes etc to torment and taunt our young hero as he ambled down the paths through the marshes with an expression as bleak and doomy as the Hammer-House landscape surrounding him. So clear and obvious was the reference that I wouldn't have been surprised if the villain had transformed into some shady night-creature and slunk into the Fens leaving nothing but a curl of acrid smoke behind him.

Arguably, Miss Haversham is the closest 'Great Expectations' gets to a real Vampire. Sitting in the shuttered rooms of her decaying mansion, hiding from the lights of a society she believes has spurned her, she deliberately, maliciously manipulates the lives and passions of Estella and Pip, sticking pins through their hearts (wooden stakes anyone?), sucking in other players who stray too close to her dark domain. But ... massive but!... Gillian Anderson plays her magnificently, I have to say. She is totally mesmerising. I think in all previous adaptations this character has been played by someone over eighty years old ( or at least made to look that way), but Anderson's portrayal as a younger, still beautiful yet irrevocably damaged Miss Haversham was just hypnotic to watch and I can't wait to see more of her.

So to watch her again, I'll stick with this over the remaining couple of episodes. I'll stick with it also because despite my rant, there was so much else to like about it: the photography was astonishig in places -  the looming prison hulks rising out of the fog, the bleached colours of the Fens ( I was pretty sure the setting was the Thames Estuary in the novel but I could be wrong - it doesn't matter); Some brilliant acting - I've already said about Gillian Anderson, but there's also Ray Winstone as a truly bollock-tighteningly-terrifying Magwitch and David Suchet as a dark, smooth and viperish Mr Jaggers. Also, I know that it's a great story, and despite the producers' best efforts to turn on the Twilight, this seems so far to be a very detailed, very faithful adaptation of one of my favourite Dickens novels.

I just hope that in their quest to pull out the darkness that runs through the novel's narrative, they don't miss out the scathing humour that Dickens laces his text with. In a story as grim as this, you do need the light as well as the dark. Otherwise it'd be a very biege, one-note show.

Oho

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Nov. 2nd, 2011

  • 9:05 PM
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Outside it’s getting darker, colder, wetter. With leaves blowing all over the place and a frost in the air, a chap needs more than just a selection of pleasingly-scented toiletries in order to protect his upper lip.
What a man needs in times of extreme weather is – a moustache!!
 
Oh yes.
Over the month I’ll be sprouting as fine a growth of top-lipped facial fuzzery as you’ll ever see.
Why, I suspect even Tom Selleck himself would be nodding thoughtfully, a twinkling eye half-closed in admiration of the lush carpet of tash that will luxuriate lusciously under my nostrils over the coming weeks.
And if in that time you catch a glimpse of my new facial growth, do not be disturbed, for it is all in a very good and worthy cause.
 
At Nikon, a bunch of us are getting involved with Movember, which is all about raising awareness of prostate and testicular cancer in chaps of all ages, all backgrounds.
I’m not in the habit of being a preacher (unless my new tash lends itself to that vocation!) so if you want to know more then visit the link below.
And if you care to donate, to spur on this exciting growth to new extremes, then you are more than welcome.
Because who knows …. It might even be ginger, and that’s got to be worth a look for a fiver!
 
http://mobro.co/plaville
 


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Darling Fascist Bully-Boy...

  • Oct. 30th, 2011 at 7:26 AM
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It has become increasingly clear over the last year or so, that the only way to get rich quick is to either:

a) rob a bank in such a way that you'll never get caught for the rest of your life
b) choose the winning numbers on the Euromillions Lottery.

Hmm....

I'm gonna go and get me some shooters....

Oho
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Now what'll the chavs do on a morning?

  • Oct. 6th, 2011 at 10:26 PM
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So apparently the BBC are making loads of people redundant and one aspect of the fallout from this is that they will not be making programmes for daytime TV - like Homes under the Hammer, DIY SOS and .... you know .... all that other shit that soak up your life of a Monday morning when you've got the day off and nowt to do.

Shame....

Oho
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Nowt to do with me!

  • Oct. 6th, 2011 at 10:19 PM
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Is it my imagination, or is there a general abdication of responsibility within an increasing number of places that rely on customers paying for stuff? OK - so I've just seen an advert on the tellybox for 'Your M&S', and I'm like WTF??

OK - so what part of the vast retail empire that is M&S, exactly, is mine? Which bit belongs to me? The pants section? The Blue Harbour range? Lingerie? The pie section in the fookin food hall? Or am I expected to make decisions on what they range, how much they sell stuff for or which shops are next in line for a refit? Am I involved in the interview process when they're looking for a new store manager with trendy glasses? 

No. I don't even buy my undies from M&S.

So what do M&S gain by shifting the responsibility of their business to me? Does it mean that if I DID buy some undies from M&S - and say I had to take them because they was making me itch unexpectedly - would they then turn round at the customer returns desk and say 'Nothing we can do. It's YOUR M&S, therefore the fact these pants are making you dance like a Jack Russel on crack-cocaine is entirely down to you. So pissoff.'

I can see it coming.

They do it on the trains as well. The announcement goes "The next train to arrive on platform four is YOUR 10.15 service to shit-hole central". Well no. It ain't my fluppin train right? I didn't make the damned thing. I don't drive it. And the bastard hitler-esque conductors would throw me off it if my ticket was purchased at the wrong time of day, or if it was a super-weekly-off-peak-late-booking-saver-return - which apparently is only valid in Rhyll for two minutes every second Tuesday of a leap year.

If it WAS my 10.15 service to shit-hole central,  it certainly wouldn't smell of piss that's for sure. And maybe that's the thing, because if it all goes wrong then it isn't the fault of the train operator - or of M&S - it'll be MY fault, MY responsibility, because it's MY train service and MY M&S. Which is a blatent bloody lie right?

Bastards.

Oho
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Outnumbered#2

  • Jul. 5th, 2011 at 8:26 PM
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So this is what I heard today while I was working upstairs...

The Wife, cross:"Who's been sticking pictures on my iPad??"

Little F in a sing-song voice: "Me. It's a pretty picture I drew of the flowers in our garden."

Pause.
Then some swearing.

Wife: "Have you ... have you glued it on?"

Little F: "Yup! It kept slipping off so I stuck it on with some glue!"

I closed my door......
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Summertime

  • Jun. 12th, 2011 at 3:51 PM
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 In what way (I'd like to know) does that howling scene of wintry devastation outside the windows of my house have anything to do with summer?
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Outnumbered

  • May. 29th, 2011 at 11:07 AM
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 According to my 4-year old "Boys aren't allowed to wear trainers.
I told her this was rubbish. "Boys can wear trainers," I said.
So she thought about this for a minute, and then she said, "Only boys with pricks are allowed to wear trainers."
I said, "What???"
"Like what you have," she went on.
I asked her, "What do you mean 'boys with pricks'? what's a 'prick'?"
Best to come right out with it I was thinking.
Then she climbed over the furniture towards me, jumped on my head and scraped her fingers down the side of my unshaven face. "These pricks," she explained.
Overwhelming relief.

Oho
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My tweets

  • Mar. 22nd, 2011 at 12:09 PM
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  • Mon, 20:20: Debating whether or not to start reading 'Dune' again....

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Feb. 28th, 2011

  • 8:12 PM
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So I was in the Planetarium yesterday with Lucy in @Bristol. There was a whole bunch of kids aged 7-12, and they'd all been on the happy juice.
Raucous doesn't even begin to describe it.
But the best was when the presenter asked "Does anyone know: Who was the first person on the Moon?" and some kid shouted out: "Buzz Lightyear!"
Hilarious.

Oho
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