Idea for a film titled 'A Clockwork Laurence, featuring Laurence Fox as the leading protagonist and guest-starring Tommy Robinson.
A thread summarising the film's premise:
I revisited the Badalamenti's Twin Peaks themes a week before Lynch passed and thought to myself, 'I must get these on vinyl' - which is strange and fitting in itself. But those scores are a thing of beauty; the pull of evocation is remarkable
Shocked and saddened to hear such news. I had the pleasure of being taught by Gerry and I found him to be a funny, humble man who exuded the very warmth of humanity. A memory I am particularly fond of is his lectures on Modernisms - which were imbued with his unique quirks.
Desperately sorry that my beloved friend and colleague Gerry Carlin (an expert on the 1960s, Joyce, the invention of the blues, the underground press, Jean Toomer and much more) died this morning.
Look at the economy's spinelessness, and thee shall see a vulgar narrative that entraps the ill-fated lowly mortals. The perverseness of embellishing a title in the hope that it will suppress either financial ambition or the awareness of financial necessity.
This is not surprising at all when one considers that the modern internet meme is held in higher esteem than reality itself.
AI poetry rated better than poems written by humans, study shows https://t.co/mcFnayyEmj
When your situation turns desperate, you really do become starkly aware of the callous - and dare I say nightmarish 'Kafkaesque' - nature of contemporary British infrastructure. The desperate are increasingly depersonalised; they are regarded as mere forgettable objects.
Thank heavens I have the good fortune not to be afflicted by depression. These kinds of services, and SOME of the people who work in them, are undoubtedly adding to increased suicides. It says a lot when I find gratitude in my relative exacerbated anxiety.
What a wholesome morning I've had: a brief phone conversation with a Universal Credit man whose phone etiquette did nothing to alleviate my despair (contemptuous at worst, indifferent at best). Followed by endless cycles of automated messages from the CAB as a means of deterrent.
'If you'd like to put your imminent turmoil under a rock for safe keeping and try again in a week it would be much obliged'. Such a warming, personalised experience that really seeks to allay your worries.
Word of advice: never contribute to your own miserable situation and the ensuing despair through poor judgement and an inability to heed advice. it will provoke little sympathy. Not only will you feel shit: you will feel unworthy of, and guilty for, feeling shit.
Look how unrepentantly prolific digital media is in the wake of celebrity death; look how callously its nameless, faceless perpetrators wrench the guts of their loved ones further still.
Surely, irrespective of whether the response to 'shouting at police dogs' is disproportionate, the act itself should be viewed as equally absurd? If a man is arrested for verbally attacking a pigeon, are we to disregard the irrationality in which such actions are rooted?
Arriving in Portsmouth this morning at the £216 a night Ibis hotel.
All fighting age men as per.
Whilst @Keir_Starmer lock up brits waving flags, shouting at police dogs, even social media posts.
Taking pensioners heating as he goes!
In the depths of job application fatigue, this wonder has aptly arrived, thus encouraging me to smile sardonically in spite of my struggle against this repellent tide of vacuous bureaucracy.
@mrjimBob@carter_usm
I hate to be all Freudian but there seems to be a suspicious smell of repressed homosexuality here. Note how he is simultaneously particularly incensed by the phrase, 'my wife and I', whilst marking it as the ultimate 'gay' signifier.
Surely, if anything, our hallowed tongues should be used to expose such falsifications, fabrications and distortions of the truth, rather than perpetuate them?
Alarming: the encroaching suppression of free speech.
Not alarming: the perpetuation of lies.
Imagine being that hellbent on retaining free speech that, in one's noble efforts to preserve it, one seeks to validate falsifications simply because they have the potential power to bolster one's ideological cause. What good is free speech in a world smothered by untruths?