Go Johnny Go Go
I saw Crank: High Voltage tonight. Whereas Crank was a pure action film, stupid and adrenaline fueled, Crank 2 is an altogether more insane beast. Starting with an altogether more improbable premise and afforded a budget which allows it to indulge it’s madder whims. This isn’t an action film, it’s a full blown acid trip that I would recommend to anyone. Anyone who isn’t offended by anything. Or squeamish. Or inclined to actually think about narrative structure or logic.
The cinema was virtually empty. A couple who no doubt intended it as a date movie left within minutes. Weak stomachs or a lack of sense of humour, the film didn’t even get going till after they had gone. In the rafters two girls laughed like drains. I was reminded of the time we went to see From Dusk to Dawn and stumbled across a pensioners’ day out at the cinema. Disapproving tuts to our every guffaw . . . .
The recurring soap opera at work inches forward. Apparently someone I tangentially knew (but strongly disliked) used to work where I do. And died of a heart attack. In the office. I shall find a delicate (not at all) way to ask about it.
The Post Office down the road is for sale and I have seen the listing. The asking price is 113,500 pounds. Apparently the weekly turnover is 5,000 pounds and the stipend for being a post office is 33,000 pounds per year. Something in those figures does not add up. At all.
Toni and Guy in Bradford appears to be closing. Where will the chic denizens of this multi cultural and cultured metropolis go for sleek bobs and avant garde hair now?
I seek to start unsubstantiated rumours it will be replaced bya shop selling naught but Kappa, LaCoste and velvet tracksuits. Or do I mean velour?