Cool – Private Eye have published a “Colemanballs” I sent in, in the current issue – 1239. It’s one of the many clangers from Eurosport stand-in MotoGP commentator Carlton Kirby from the Catalunya GP a couple of weeks back…. “Two Spanish flags for the crowd to see – one of them Japanese… “
He’s seriously awful though. I should have just sent them a tape of all 3 races and let them publish the lot. Thankfully the marvellous Toby Moody and Julian Ryder were back on the case this weekend at Assen – despite it being a bit of a downer for my hero Alvaro Bautista in the 250cc race. I say ‘bit of a downer’ – it was a real huuuuuuuuuge downer actually. Still – could have been worse… Carlton Kirby could have been commentating too.
Just trying out a blogging app for the iPhone; it’s called BlogPress. If it works then this should be a picture of Desmond Lynham apparently drowned in the lake at Chiswick Park. Seems to be a nice app and may well be useful on travels and on MotoGP trips. I need to move though, as lots of threatening ducks are closing in…
Post-its… one of the greatest inventions of the 20th century. Stop-motion… sublime in the right hands (Ray Harryhausen, Vision-On, Sledgehammer, Creature Comforts…) Put them together – in the form of a senior Art & Design School project by Bang-yao Liu and you have “Deadline”, a wonderfully playful and imaginative take on procrastination and pressure. Triffick :-)
And there’s a whole gallery of black marker pen here to show just how embarrassed and shameless this sorry bunch truly are. And, no it’s *nothing* to do with security – and it’s an insult to even try that excuse on with the public.
Oh, and snippet of the day so far is almost irony-redefining gem from shadow chancellor George Osborne who claimed £47 of our hard-earned cash to pay for two copies of a DVD of his own speech on ‘Value for Taxpayers Money’. Genius.
Whilst it’s not really okay to laugh at the girl who accidentally got almost 60 stars tattooed over her face (well, it kind of is actually – she looks about 12 and shouldn’t be allowed within a mile of a tattooist for at least another 6 years…) – it absolutely *IS* okay to laugh at this sorry shower over at YourTattooSucks.com… my personal favouite being the cat’s one-eye in your belly button. Class.
In short, my name's Gareth and I'm the Director of VROOM MEDIA Ltd. I'm a designer, writer, musician and MotoGP nut. I'm a shameless fanboy for Alvaro Bautista & Apple. I go moist over Spanish band El Canto Del Loco, and I'm a total Mac geek. This blog is an ongoing journal of random notes, thoughts and bits of stuff...
My 'formerly industrial' band with my mate Rob.
We grew out of wanting to be another NIN some time back and have developed into a far more interesting, singular, challenging and fun.
With Rob's emigration to the USA, our way of working and creating was fundamentally altered, but we continued to push the boundaries of possible musics as we always have.
Rob's return holds promise to pick things up some more - to develop more ideas, sketchpads, rhythms and approaches to keep us on the cutting edge - and maybe a refreshed approach which might even see us revisit and complete our unfinished masterpiece "BACKLASH".
Fifteen minutes into the future, a hot, dry summer in Hull: Coates, a researcher and investigator, is hired to trace the whereabouts of missing adolescent Dominic Russell.
Is he the latest in a number of gruesome blood-letting murders attributed to the city’s “Marginals” that exist somewhere in the underbelly of the population?
That’s what the Police say, but it’s not what the boy’s mother believes - and as Coates digs deeper into that underbelly he discovers that Dominic’s disappearance is just a tiny part of a much bigger story: one that will bring his world crashing down and endanger all those around him...
Rivercity is a book that can be read at many levels, weaving a main plot - a clear homage to the “noir” detective genre - with a vampire story and a myriad of strands about perception and reality, human nature, signs, superstitions, the histroy of Hull, aesthetics, the occult and political expediency. Above all it's a novel about philosophy and the nature of truth and knowledge in the electronic age.