The relationship to London is that the director of this sweet little ad for Monkey Pod Games is a graduate of the London Film School. I was at the LFS at the turn of the century, and Goor Moshe came after me, but our alumni organization is strong. Congrats Goor! Well done, and good luck with your career.
I thought I was going to be a Radiohead widow on Tango Tuesday. Kirmann had managed to get a ticket for PJ, but there was no joy for me. At the last possible minute, Mitlepunkt came through with a dodgey eBay purchase.
What the hey-hey? His family calls him Alexander.
“When I was three months pregnant, we travelled to Mexico City by Greyhound bus. It was very uncomfortable, I was desperately sick. We stayed with a man called Boris Litwin, who drew me aside and said: ‘You can’t travel back like this, here are two first-class air tickets’.
I was so grateful, I said: ‘Whatever the baby is, I shall call it Boris.’”
In fact, she named her firstborn Alexander Boris de Pfeffel.
Well, he can’t be a toff if his parents went to Mexico City on a Greyhound bus, surely?
Also I’m surprised that he’s so keen on the Routemaster, with his mother to remind him of the difficulties that disabled bus users face.
All this and more at The Telegraph.
Last week it happened, and it happened to me…oh and to Flora at the same time too ;-)
We saw God aka Sean drink a pint of Guinness after clearly saying eearlier that he didn’t do drugs, oops sorry beer. I wa shocked, but after he bought me a beer I let it slide.
Have you met him too? Share your thoughts. Meanwhile here’s a random photo.
Sean
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So, yes, it was a bit bizarre for a Monday lunchtime. Somehow I had been let in to this Al Gore speech at the London Film School. He was there to launch his new TV venture in the UK: Current TV. There were no more than 100 of us, and I thought, people would probably pay big money for this seat. I called the Guardian to see if they would let me do an exlusive, but there was already one of their guys there. Damn. Then there were the sexy lettuce girls protesting outside of the school, which was even more bizarre as they were nearly naked. “Put some clothes on, girl,” I shouted. “It’s the man who should have been king”
Before the speech, I sneaked up to where Gore and his entourage and the Governors of the school were snacking. Insinuating myself into the receiving line, I stuck out my hand. This is it…this is the moment when you get to speak to a man who was the 2nd most powerful man in the world. Say something bloody good. “Hello Mr. Gore. My name is Daneeta Saft. I’m an alumni of this school and a filmmaker based in London. I am really looking forward to your talk.” Totally Lame. I should have shouted “you were robbed.”
It was actually quite a good speech, and, it’s true what they say about him. He is funny, and he can hold a crowd. And, he actually offered us jobs…all of us. It seems that anybody with a camera and a computer can upload their factual stuff to the Current TV site and submit your stuff to audience approval. If the audience doth approve, you will get you stuff on the TV channel and get paid. Bril…generating content for no money in the hopes that it will someday bring you money is my middle name.
Oh yeah, and I think this story scoops the Guardian.
Strolling through the Covent Garden Piazza today, I happened upon Richard Branson Wii-ing. Here’s a pictue of him taking a rest after a Wii.
That is all.
I don’t watch Big Brother. Never have, never will. I can’t stand reality television. If I want to see a bunch of stupid people, I can just walk on the street or go to the pub or wherever. So, it should come as no surprise that when a bunch of illiterates are thrown into a house together, things might get a bit volatile. Like the World Cup, it’s almost impossible not to get caught up in the Big Brother frenzy even for those of us who haven’t watched a single episode.
According to the front page of the Independent, Big Brother has received over 21,000 complaints regarding racism on the programme, all of it aimed at the Bollywood actress with the name that no one can remember.
The Arctic Monkeys are recording in a studio in Kensal Town. I was there but unfortunately as the Boy is working there I cant give out any proper details as to which studio it is…
However they are there all week and I am dropping by at lunchtimes (hehehehe) so if I actually hear anything being sung - you will be the first to know!!!!
So don’t ask me what I had to do for them, but managed to get tickets to the Miami Vice premiere last night. I submit for your viewing pleasure Michael Mann and Gong Li:
Ive just finished reading the last of JK Rowlings Harry Potter Books ‘The Half Blood Prince’, and thus have given myself a) Harry Withdrawls b)Harry on the Brain and c) Harry Fever…
So Ive literally gone about Harry hunting, which is quite fun. I found this Harry at the specs store on the corner of Portobello Road and Lancasdter Road - so now I know who Harry is hanging around with when school is out.
I want to go find out where the hell is Diagon Alley, and Grimauld Place, and any other Harry involved streets shops etc, maybe find the Kid Himself…… I wonder if anyone else has found a Harry Place in London?
