Taken by The Belated Birthday Girl on 07/11/2004. First in a series of her holiday snaps, to tie in with the article on our Japan holiday at The Unpleasant Lair
This was my favourite of all the places we stayed on this trip: a lovely little traditional Ryokan.
...or, at least, their six pianos, as spotted at Bush Hall. Miguel del Aguila's fabulously raunchy Conga Line in Hell was the highlight of their set for me. Steve Reich's Six Pianos came fairly close, but was sadly marred when only five of the pianists finished it at the same time.
As consumed by The Belated Birthday Girl at Chinese posh nosh place Hakkasan.
Firecrackers in Leicester Square to celebrate Chinese New Year.
More of the celebrations for the Year Of The Rooster.
All the usual fun and frolics, slightly marred by a seriously over-the-top police presence, closing off any street as soon as it had more than four people in it.
(part of a regular series)
Hayseed Dixie live at the Shepherd's Bush Empire, playing AC/DC and other heavy metal numbers inna bluegrass stylee. It's a one joke band, but what makes it work is that the one joke is executed perfectly by terrific musicians. As The Belated Birthday Girl noted, compare and contrast with The Red Stripes, who play White Stripes numbers inna reggae stylee, but don't work half as well because, frankly, they're crap.
Curzon Soho Screen 2, around 5.40am on a Sunday morning, three-quarters of the way through a Shaw Brothers all-nighter as part of the Sci-Fi London Festival. Four movies from the legendary Hong Kong studio, but looking more at their fantasy/horror output than the kung fu movies that made them
Probably the sourcebook for all that Power Rangers nonsense,
as a plastic-costumed hero beats up human-sized rubber monsters. Incredibly daft, but it knows it is, which is why my viewing companion liked it best.
Mighty Peking Man.
Standard HK reworking of the King Kong story, with the
added bonus of a blonde jungle babe who's been raised by the fifty-foot ape of the title since childhood. Incredibly daft, but it doesn't know it is, which is why I liked it best.
The Monkey Goes West.
There seems to be a simian theme developing here,
doesn't there? Though this is actually the classic folk tale you remember from the Monkey TV show in the seventies, fairly faithfully reproduced with a couple of Mandarin songs thrown in. Pleasant enough, but this is where the lack of sleep made things tricky.
Appallingly sleazy cack best summed up by the festival boss in
his intro: "A guy covers himself in oil and goes around killing people. Loads of women have their tops ripped off. It's got issues."