Six of one, half a dozen of the other

I’ve been watching some of The Prisoner in the last couple of days, after getting the series very cheap from Play. I’ve never actually seen it before, and while I still think the premise is fantastic, the series itself is a little lacking sometimes.

Part of the problem is that the order of the episodes makes no sense. In some stories, Six appears to have been in The Village for months, knowing his way around, but at others, deep into the series, it’s like he only arrived yesterday, meaning it’s difficult to get any idea of progress. This is partly because the original broadcast order of The Prisoner is not the intended order of the series, but at the same time, there doesn’t appear to be any canonical order which solves the problem. Which is a pity, as with a prison breakout show like this, some degree of continuity would be nice (especially with the revolving Number 2s. one of whom makes his second appearance before he makes his first!).

Putting all that aside, it is mostly enjoyable; sometimes it strays too far into the realm of indulgence, but again, Six himself is woefully inconsistent. At times, he seems to have almost superhuman intellect, whereas at other times, he’s as thick as two short planks. Take the episode Many Happy Returns, for example. Six wakes up to find The Village abandoned and derelict. Knowing a good thing when he sees it, he finds a cat and builds a boat, sailing off into the sunset. After decking a couple of German gunrunners and depending on the kindness of knock-off Romany gypsies, Six finds himself in London. Now considering that he used to be a spy, that after resigning from his job he was kidnapped and placed in The Village, you would think that he’d know that London isn’t safe for him. But no. Firstly, he goes back to his old house, where we discover that while he can resist all sorts of torture, Six is vulnerable to fruit cake and little sandwiches with the crusts cut off. Then, in a fit of stupidity, he goes back to his old workplace to try and track down The Village’s location. One guess as to what happens when they find it. After that, you do lose sympathy with him somewhat.

So far, then: deeply flawed, but I think it’s probably worth following it through to the very end, although I’m told that the final episode is almost complete gibberish.

currently playing: Lansing-Dreiden – Two Extremes

Today's Instruction.

Broken Social SceneAnthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl

(from the ‘albums I’ve really meant to get around to listening to again’ pile)

(also, you could do much worse than checking out Shimura Curve’s cover of Bizarre Love Triangle)

currently playing: Cansei De Ser Sexy – CSS Suxxx

Mean Streets

Your instruction for today: head over to Sweeping The Nation to get hold of an impressive compilation themed around the Be My Baby drumbeat.

It’s my own fault for having my similar playlist sitting in iTunes for over a year but not doing anything with it. I even had an idea for a cover! Not that I can remember it now, mind you.

currently playing: Aimee Mann – Save Me

The Wheels On The Bus Go Round And Round

Normally, the bus ride to and from work is a rather uneventful affair. A sleepy climb up the stairs in the morning before finding an empty seat to sleep in; while on the way home, a scramble to find an available seat and a chance to catch up on reading. All is quiet.

Today, though, was slightly different. Our driver, ahead of schedule, and annoyed at several different traffic infractions by cyclists, decided to pull over in the Kidlington layby and hold court. For about ten minutes. We learnt that bus drivers really don’t like being told they’re late by people fiddling with their change, nor people having conversations while they’re trying to find their tickets. This was greeted with somewhat nervous laughter by the bottom floor of the bus, on the grounds that he’s the one driving a rather large double-decker bus, and if he wants to flip out and go all Michael-Douglas-in-Falling-Down on us, then we’re not long for this world. Especially with the bridge we still had to cross.

A rather nervous ride back, then. Taken at some speed. Mind you, I had forgotten to bring a new book with me today, so I would have been bored otherwise…

currently playing: The Mighty Wah – Forget The Down

Why, Steve!

Microsoft has announced its new iPod competitor, Zune. It says that this device is all about building communities. Are you worried?

In a word, no. I’ve seen the demonstrations on the Internet about how you can find another person using a Zune and give them a song they can play three times. It takes forever. By the time you’ve gone through all that, the girl’s got up and left! You’re much better off to take one of your earbuds out and put it in her ear. Then you’re connected with about two feet of headphone cable.

currently playing: Jarvis – Running The World

Moreover, I advise that Carthage should be destroyed

Well, don’t you?

currently playing: The Long Blondes – A Knife For The Girls

Thy Name Is Context!

I mean, I hate the idea of having a bomb hanging over us, but I also hate the idea of a kid being sent to war and blown away that way.
— Gary Glitter, 1986

I may have the Smash Hits book. Just mayyybe.

currently playing: Syreeta Wright – I Can’t Give Back The Love I Feel For You

Includes Dearest, Blackest, <strong style="color:black">Black Type</strong>

Available at all good bookshops! And probably some mediocre ones, too, but try the good ones first!

currently playing: Betty Boo – Where Are You Baby (King John 7’ Mix)


Motorcycle posters, in fact.

And if anybody can find details of getting a print of this poster, I’d be impressed. I have seen it in the depths of Hell, but the internet is failing me for once…

currently playing: Regina Spektor – 20 Years Of Snow

November is Approaching

For those of you who have been reading this blog for a couple of years: I’m very sorry. But, also, you might remember, during those halcyon days of 2004, that every other post was about the American elections, including the insanity of liveblogging both Conventions (and staying up to 4am watching them on C-SPAN). You may have noticed that this time around, I haven’t spoken much about the upcoming mid-terms. Well, I have intended to, but work has meant that the last thing I want to do when I get home is write a thousand words on the political wisdom of the day.

But, obviously, I still think about it.

And the other reason is of course that I was so convinced that Kerry was going to win back in 2004. I saw the conventions, I saw the debates, I saw the polls, and I truly believed that John Kerry was going to be the 44th President of the United States.

I was an idiot.

This time around, things seem to be going even better. Even before the revelation of Mark Foley’s cybersex sessions with House Pages, the Democrats have been beating the Republicans nationwide in the polls, and in individual races it looked like they may have been able to take back either the House or the Senate.

Now, people are predicting a landslide.

I say: never underestimate the Democrats’ ability to screw up an easy victory. But I live in hope. And I will be liveblogging November 7th. I have the 8th booked off work, and yes, I’ll be watching all the news networks as they whip themselves up into a frenzy.

Because I’m an idiot. And willing to be crushed at 4am again…

currently playing: ABC – Valentine’s Day