They're in there somewhere...
One of London's nicest gig venues is showing World Cup matches on their big screen - for Â£10 entry you get three drinks thrown in (approx value Â£9) and a decent view of the game with a good-sized crowd. I think that Saturday's audience included the funny one out of Gervais and Merchant (skinny bloke on the left of the central clump of people), but couldn't say 100%. And yes, that's Rooney on screen there.
As seen in the gents at Odeon Covent Garden. It took me a while to work out what had happened - the writer was obviously doing that old classic 'worst gum I've ever tasted' but got interrupted part way through.
New ways to watch World Cup matches, number 2: accompanied by two competing jazz trios, one representing each team, simultaneously improvising a score as the match plays live on a big screen. The publicity promised 'squeaky bonk impro', but it worked out much better than that sounds, swinging between old fashioned silent movie scoring and amusing quotes from old favourites. ('The Winner Takes It All' when Sweden equalised, and 'The Death March' when Owen was stretchered off.)
20th Jun 2006, 23:05
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It's on days like these that I have difficulty deciding whether the lack of an optical zoom on the Nokia 7610 is a good thing or a bad thing.
For nine quid, you can see the England games live on the Odeon's ginormous screen in HD, which is at least some consolation for those people let down by Sky's rubbish HD box installation process. The picture quality breaks down a little during fast-moving closeups, and channel HD2's commentary team isn't the best - at one point, I'm sure they said we were playing Colombia. But apart from that, it looks superb, and the cinema audience added just enough atmosphere.
The show reaches St. James's Street on a wet Saturday afternoon, and proceeds to make it even wetter for the people on the opposite side of the street from me. Heh heh heh.
The Fight Club
guy signing books after a public reading from his latest one, Haunted
. Sadly, he didn't read Guts
(widely regarded as The Most Disgusting Short Story In The World
), but the one he read instead totally justified his decision to give every audience member an air freshener that smelled like barbecued meat.
Yes, I know there's a severed hand on the table next to him.