Quote Of The Day

"Victory goes to the player who makes the next-to-last mistake - Chessmaster Savielly Grigorievitch Tartakower (1887-1956)"

Friday, June 29, 2012

LA to Laguna Beach...

We drove around LA yesterday morning; Sunset Boulevard, Hollywood sign, Hollywood Boulevard, Grauman's Chinese Theatre, Santa Monica Boulevard, Beverley Hills and then Santa Monica itself.

After that we drove south out through Orange County and on to our next destination, the beautiful Laguna Beach.

We were booked into the Laguna Beach Hotel - as recommended by Bryn: whose wedding we would be attending on the Saturday.

Bryn came to meet us at our hotel - right on the beach - along with her great mate Cora. We quaffed cocktails, chatted, laughed and drank some more. Last time we four were together we all but got thrown out of a hotel in New York!

Then we headed for some great food, some more laughter and a mosey about this very arty town.

Saying our goodbyes at the beach Stu and I headed back for an early night. It'd been a long day and the sea air was making us sleepy - well, that and the gin-based cocktails!
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Thursday, June 28, 2012

Sunset Boulevard...

Last night we were channeling Donna Summer. This morning it's all gone very Norma Desmond - blackout curtains and dark glasses. Aw, my head.

Definitely NOT ready for my close up.

And no, no pictures today please.

You'll find me face down dead in the swimming pool.

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I like a good beer buzz, early in the morning...

All I wanna do is have some fun. I got a feeling I'm not the only one.

All you want to do is have some fun until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

From San Fran to LA...

We are currently flying down from San Francisco to LA. The flight has wi-fi so I thought I'd take snap and say hi from 10,000 feet up.

No one has started using Skype... yet! "I'M ON THE PLANE!"

Having lots of fun here on the West Coast. The weather is great and the people are friendly.

LA here we come!
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Alcatraz and Angel Islands...

It had to be done... yesterday we took a trip to both world famous islands; Alcatraz and Angel in San Francisco bay.

We kicked off the day with a cable car ride all the way up Powell to Fisherman's Wharf. We then legged it round to Pier 33 to the ferry boats.

The trip over was short and sweet - great views of the city and the Golden Gate Bridge.

Once we got there, Alcatraz Island was way more interesting than I thought it'd be. Lots of history and really well presented. Ok, way too many tourists but we coped. Just.

Angel Island was Ok too but we could have perhaps done without the hour long tram tour.
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Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Trevor Hogan...

Stu and I had a lovely day yesterday with Trevor. He's lived in the United States for twenty odd years but not lost his humour or his accent.

We had lunch in the Castro, Trevor then took us on a tour including Twin Peaks, Golden Gate Park, the beach, Lombard Street and back to his neighbourhood where we went for beers, a barfly chat and then on to dinner.

So nice to catch up with him and reminisce about the good old days. And have a bit of a bitch too!
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Monday, June 25, 2012

San Francisco Gay Pride...

It was a long day. Long, hot and fabulous.

We were up early from an early night and had a super duper diner breakfast at Lori's. Then we traipsed down to Market to watch the parade go by.

Five hours it took. We went home at one point to have a break and came back to watch the rest. Epic.

There were the usual marchers; dykes on bikes, leather men, dance troupes, social groups, pressure groups, politicians, celebrities, bikers, recyclers, party animals and animal refuges. You name it.

After we'd had our fill we ambled over to City Hall where 5 blocks had been given over to hedonistic entertainment. Beers, dancing, 26 stages of music and mayhem. We loved it. Hundreds of thousands of people having a good time. And everyone seemed so good natured too. A perfect afternoon.

And being determined to guild the lily we headed over to the Lone Star Saloon to chat with dozens of people making firm friends and plans in vino veritas.

We left when we had enough and fell into our bed with just the right mixture of jet lag and tipsy. A good day.

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Sunday, June 24, 2012

San Francisco Tour...

On our first full day we decided to do the whole touristic thing. A full 5 hour tour including boats, buses and walking. Much of it I'd seen before on previous trips to SF but then much I hadn't. Besides, travelling with Stu meant I was seeing with fresh eyes anyway.

Prior to the tour we went to Lori's Diner on Powell and a mammoth country breakfast with all the trimmings.

The tour itself started at the port of San Fran and took in the following:-

▪ The Ferry Building
Golden Gate Bridge
▪ Chinatown (guided walk)
Palace of Fine Arts
Nob Hill
▪ Ferry/Bay Cruise
Grace Cathedral
▪ Lombard Street - Downhill Walk
Golden Gate Park
▪ Japanese Tea Garden
De Young Museum Lookout Tower
Alamo Square Park "7 Sisters"

After this epic tour I was not only tired and hungry but needed my bed. The jet lag was sure catching up with us both so we settled for a Maccy Dee on the walk back and headed for our the hotel. Early night for us.
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Saturday, June 23, 2012

Lone Star Saloon...

We arrived safe and sound in San Francicso on Friday. The flight wasn't too bad - assisted as I was by a glass or two of vino and a sleeping pill.

Having gained 8 hours on the clock our 10 hour flight meant we arrived the same early afternoon that we had taken off so there was plenty of time to explore the city in the Friday night.

Bush, Powell, Market, Folsom and Harrison. We walked them all, eventually stumbling upon the Lone Star Saloon - a friendly bear bar. We got comfy on a couple of bar stools and gratefully accepted the free BBQ pork sandwiches offered by the barman and flirty conversation by the patrons.

We were settling in just fine.
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Friday, June 22, 2012

Thursday, June 21, 2012

The Late Ian Martin...

Below is the eulogy I gave at Ian's funeral on Tuesday. I was the last to speak after moving tributes from his good friend Jane and.a glowing tribute from his ex-work colleague Edward. I wasn't going to let him get off quite so lightly however...

The Late Ian Martin

Hello everyone

According to most studies, people's number one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. This means I'd be better off in the coffin there with Ian than doing this eulogy.

I would like to share a few personal recollections I have of Ian. I hope don't offend too many people. But if I do... well, it's what Ian would have wanted. And don't worry Ian. I've edited.down to 5 minutes tops.

Ian always encouraged me to edit. Once when I came back from holiday and had taken over 2,000 photographs Ian paused for a moment and said, "just show me the best one."

Brave, cheerful, generous, a go-getter, a leader, motivated, organised, magnanimous, fresh, fragrant, and optimistic. These are all words I have never heard associated with Ian Martin. Ian was a lovely man but not without his (how can I put it?) idiosyncraticuses.

He was a funny man was Ian. Witty, social, sharp, bright, intellectual, and also friendly, welcoming to strangers in particular other people's new partners.

But he could also be a bit of a bitch. He loved to gossip and I've lost count of the times his face took on a very fixed expression, he'd look off sideways and mutter "You *do* know that 'so and so' is doing 'such and such' to 'you know who'!" It was always a delight talking to Ian. "If you haven't got anything nice to say... come and sit next to me!"

The last time I saw Ian naked he was in 2006. It was a Sunday afternoon and we were both in club for (cough) like-minded gentlemen near Southwark. Ian was stood at the bar with his usual lager-top hovering near one hand and ash-heavy fag in the other. His eyebrows shot up when he noticed me approaching. "Hello" he said through his smile. His eyes only momentarily darted down to check me out. Ever the gentleman. But I knew it would give him ammo for gossip. Ian did like to gossip. We chatted for a while. He made me laugh. Ian always made me laugh. Others glared at us. Standing there as naked as the day he was born he saw the funny side in everything. "Not much cop here today. Thought I might go and look over there" - nodding at a direction into the gloom - "Good bye!" He was like that, Ian. Could disappear very quickly when he wanted. Especially when there was a chance of knee-trembler.

Ian was a heavy smoker. He smoked like a chimney. In fact most chimney's would feel insulted to associated with Ian's nicotine habit. And he did nothing to stop me falling off the non-smoking wagon either. "A perfectly functional arrangement, no? You buy the beer - I give you a fag or two" Very Ian. Practical when it came to pleasures. To the point.

Ian could be a lazy article but one thing he would get out of bed for was being a 'plus one'. "If you ever have any spare tickets or someone's dropped out last minute you know where I am." And so Ian has joined us at numerous plays, musicals, concerts and other events all for free and all very last minute. When I started actually including him in bookings he loved it even more. "Oh! Thank you, I'd love to." The last message I got from him was about one such event - Torch Song Trilogy. He was thrilled to be included - messaging me with "Yes, yes, yes please. Love those intimate theatre soirees! Thank you so much." He was a very well-mannered man. Especially when he wasn't paying.

Ian loved fireworks. Perhaps being born on November 5th this was meant to be. I couple of years ago Ian wrote a short poem on his blog about men and fireworks which I think rather sums up his later dating years.

"Truly it is said: men are like fireworks.

Many of them look impressive in the box, but often prove disappointing, proving difficult to set alight.

Once in a while, you may find one that arcs high above the others, leaving only the warm glow of a dazzling display.

But most just make a lot of noise, fizzing away unpredictably, leaving you uncertain whether they've completely finished.

And a few just lie there, spluttering, on the floor.

But the ones you really need to look out for... are the ones that go off in your hand."

Those of you who were betting that I couldn't get through his without mentioning the word 'acerbic' have just lost their bet. Ian relished in being, and being thought of as, acerbic. Once we all had a perfectly pleasant evening in the Retro Bar in which Ian, David and I took part in a Pop Quiz. We lost. Just. Afterwards I think I told our assembled group what I believed to be a short, punchy and funny anecdote. The next day Ian wrote on his blog, "David wanted to veto two perfectly correct answers and didn't even blush when his errors were revealed. And after Jonce's story the bar resembled nothing so much as Sleeping Beauty's palace ten years after the fairy's curse. Acerbic? Moi?".

There is one last thing I need to say about Ian.

Ian was always late. A late riser. A late attender. We'd be on a street corner waiting for him, or sitting in our theatre seats with a vacant seat next to us just before curtain-up, or our waiter would be hovering at our restaurant table tapping him pencil on his pad impatient to take our order. The mobile phone would buzz, "Sorry, running late. Be there in 5."

Ian stayed up late, Ian worked late, and as I mentioned Ian turned up late. And as many of us had long predicted, and he would no doubt find very funny, he has had the last laugh again. After eight weeks since his passing - he's turned up late for his own funeral.

Just before we bid a final Farewell I'd just like to thank Jane, David, David and Andy for all their help in organising the funeral. Ian would have been touched.


Now I'd now like to say a final Farewell to Ian on behalf of all of us here today, and those of us who would have liked to have been here.

Ian Martin was a lovely man. He loved life. He loved people. And he was much loved in return. We loved his good humour, loved his humility, his encyclopaedic knowledge, his talents as an editor, his self-awareness, as a writer, as a god-father, and as a friend. He will be greatly missed. Probably more than we can say here today.

Ian once said to me "When I die I hope I won't be forgotten too quickly." You won't Ian. You won't. Goodbye old friend.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Ian Martin's Funeral...

Ian Martin's funeral yesterday went well. We had between 40 and 50 people at the East London Crematorium which was a good turn-out.

We all congregated outside for a while in the glorious sunshine and in doing so finally got to meet Ian's great friends Jane and Paul. Jane had done much of the arrangements for the funeral and had given Andy and I much of the info needed to register Ian's death and gain the death certificate last week.

David C had created a marvellous order of service for us and he, David S and Andy R were all pall-bearers.

The music we walked in to the crematorium was ELO Mr Blue Sky.

Jane spoke first. It was very moving and really quite illuminating. Ian had moved around, lived in various countries and lead a fairly colourful life before we had all met him. She described Ian as the brother she never had which was particularly poignant.

Then we heard Kirsty MacColl's Days.

Edward Roussel of The Daily Telegraph spoke next. He has glowing things to say about Ian's time there. He seemed to be the ne  that brought the Telegraph into the digital age.

Then we heard Abba's The Way Old Friends Do.

I then gave a short eulogy of some personal recollections of my time knowing Ian. Hopeful I didn't guild the lily too much. I'll post it later.

I then thanked a few of the people who had helped make the funeral happen and gave a final farewell to Ian before pushing the button to close the curtains.

Finally we heard Erik Satie's Gymnopedies.

After the funeral Jan had arranged cars for us all to go to The Royal Oak in Columbia Road. I'd spoken to the landlady Naomi there last week and had arranged for them to open up especially for us for the day and they layed on a beautiful spread for us. Emma and Johnny behind the bar were fantastic.

About 30 people turned up and we ate, drank, toasted and reminisced about Ian for about six or seven hours. As the evening approached people drifted (and in some cases staggered) off back to their own lives.

David C, David S, Andy and I promised that we would go up and see Jane and Paul in August at the Rectory that they owned with Ian once we have Ian's ashes to scatter.

And in November, around Ian's birthday, we are thinking of planning a memorial which we hope will include some of Ian photography called Blooms & Bangs. More later.

RIP Ian.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

The Last of the Haussmans...

Last night Stu, Ollie, Toby and I went to see The Last of the Haussmans at the Lyttelton Theatre part of The Royal National Theatre on London's glitzy South Bank.

The Last of the Haussmans is a new play by Stephen Beresford starring Julie Walters as the anarchic, feisty but growing old, high society drop-out Judy Haussman who holds court in her dilapidated Art Deco house on the Devon coast. Rory Kinnear and Helen McCrory play her wayward offspring.

After an operation, Judy Haussman’s joined by said offspring Nick and Libby, sharp-eyed granddaughter Summer, local doctor Peter, and Daniel, a troubled teenager who makes use of the family’s crumbling swimming pool. Together they share a few sweltering months as they alternately cling to and flee this louche and chaotic world of all-day drinking, infatuations, long-held resentments, free love and failure.

The play examines the fate of the revolutionary generation and offers a funny, touching and at times savage portrait of a family full of longing that’s losing its grip.

The three main cast were excellent. The play is a little baggy though. Maybe it'll tighten up through the run.

"The only thing to be in life is a rebel."

"Let’s show this younger generation what it’s all about! Shall we get naked?"
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Monday, June 18, 2012

Apple iOS 6 Messaging Is So Gay...

Coming in iOS6 messaging to an iDevice near you soon - gay and lesbian emoji icons. So sweet. Shame neither the gays nor lesbians are smiling though.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Ian Martin's Funeral Arrangements...

Ian Martin's funeral will be on Tuesday 19th June, starting at 10.30am, at the East London Crematorium, 230 Grange Road, Plaistow, E13 0HB.

A celebration of Ian's life will then be held from midday in The Royal Oak 73 Columbia Road E2 7RG with food and drink.

If you knew Ian and would like to come along to either the funeral and/or the wake please do. It would be great to see you.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Alcohol Hand Gel...

I had to go to see my doctor the other day. My shoulder has been playing up and want a referral to get it checked out. In the doctor's waiting room I was playing the "I wonder what's wrong with you" game in my head. Hope none of them were too infectious.

It also got me thinking. The best thing about alcohol hand gel in hospitals isn't the hygiene, but that everyone walks around like they're hatching a dastardly plan.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Queen's Diamond Jubilee River Flotilla and Concert...

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Singer Jessie J performs on stage during the Diamond Jubilee concert at Buckingham Palace on June 4, 2012. For only the second time in its history the UK celebrates the Diamond Jubilee of a monarch. Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II celebrates the 60th anniversary of her ascension to the throne.  (Image credit: Getty Images via @daylife)
I hadn't really mentioned the Queen's Diamond Jubilee River Flotilla and Concert from last week. The river cruise was good to watch - although the BBC's coverage was rather inane at times. The concert at Buckingham Palace the next night was brilliant though. I had tears rolling down my cheeks with pride - especially when will.i.am and Jessie J sang I Gotta Feeling. Always gets me that song. The fireworks at the end were pretty special too.

I think I must have been worn down by all the pageantry - even I was feeling a tincy bit patriotic. I'm sure it'll pass.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Secret Cinema...

Last Thursday Stu and I went to the latest Secret Cinema event. We loved it. The event that is. Not so much the film.


We'd been pondering what the film might be this time round - but at a party the previous weekend someone had let the cat out of the bag albeit confirming a widely circulated rumour. Unfortunately I'd seen that film the previous day and Stu wasn't keen to see it at all. Oh well.

There had in fact been lots of clues in the video clips, Twitter, Facebook and emails we had been sent in the run up to the event and various articles in newspapers had plainly stated the film title so we perhaps should have cottoned on earlier.

Anyway, we were instructed to wear navy blue boiler-suits as Matter Analysts, join the company Brave New Ventures and meet at the statue of the Engineer at Euston station at 6pm sharp. We were then lead up the road to a disused 190,000 sq ft NHS transport depot which had been repurposed into a space ship.

Once we had arrived we exchanged our cash for bright plastic tokens so we could buy beer and ventured into the frankly cavernous event space.

It took hours to explore all the rooms. There was a library, infirmary, laboratory, hydroponics, main computer room housing "Mother", navigation bridge, front and rear flight deck, cameras on helmets, workshop, maintenance floor, garage/loading bay with the real vehicles flown over from the real film set, numerous bars, Ping Tron (ultraviolet powered ping pong), hypersleep stations and booths, undercarriage, front and rear engines, surgical museum, restaurant, conduits, surface ramp, supplies area, crew quarters, escape pods, and plenty of signage. To say there was great attention to detail would be putting it mildly.

We were there for three hours in which time we took off, went into stasis, travelled through space, drank a few beers and finally had to be 'evacuated' due to a 'contamination'.

The evacuation meant we had to go down to the 'escape pods' i.e. cinema downstairs and be given our 'protection eyewear' i.e. 3D glasses before getting a brief safety briefing/motivational speech from none other than Ridley Scott himself.

I won't say too much about the film as I have done so twice before except to say that Stu wanted to leave before the end. Oh dear.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Johnnie and Jeremy's Party...

Last Monday - the first Queen's Diamond Jubilee Bank Holiday - Johnnie had his birthday party down at his and Jeremy's home in South Norwood. It was a sort of joint birthday / Jubille bash - we attended to help both the two old Queens celebrate at once. They have a lovely home, a great garden and everyone had a great time. There was much laughing and mucking about. We even raided the fridge in a frenzy.

Thursday, June 07, 2012

Musings on Prometheus...

Having seen Prometheus twice now I think I'm more confused after the second watch. Plot holes (and SPOILERS) ahoy!

Mark Kermode was interviewing Ridley Scott on Mark Kermode film review on BBC Five Live and after the interview MK was musing about Prometheus being more 'Bladerunner' than 'Alien' as the film was more about robots and the nature of what it is to be human than it was about alien nasties running about.

Ridley Scott was saying that a proper Bladerunner prequel and sequel (I think) were both being written so I don't think we'll be seeing a crossover anytime soon. Does the team think Alien/Pometheus/​Bladerunner are all in the same universe?

Ridley also confirmed that the planet in Prometheus is NOT the same planet as in Alien. Same galaxy but different planet.

And this from my mate Chris (which I largely agree with):-

The caesarean scene was cool, though also completely over-the-top unrealistic (or rather, the scenes immediately following the caesarean).

The special effects were good, obviously, but I am never going to rate a movie highly based on its special effects. Saying that, the makeup used to make Guy Pierce look old was crap, and his attempt at trying to pretend to be an old man was equally crap. They could have CGI'd a better old geezer to play Peter Weyland.

The characters were either boring or unbelievable. The geologist with so many psychological problems that you wouldn't trust him with sweeping the streets let alone sending on an interstellar mission of possibly the greatest importance the human race has ever undertaken was particularly ludicrous. Charlize Theron's "Bitch Without A Cause" was a close second. The Ripley-a-Like was lame-as, interlaced with brief spurts of completely superhuman unbelievability (see aforementioned caesarean). Even David was just an "evil robot" - there was no real explanation given as to why he was acting like such an incredible cunt. You just had to presume that it was because he'd been programmed to, but the details of the motives behind this were completely opaque.

The behaviour of the characters in general was pretty random and unbelievable, with people who are supposed to be scientists completely flouting the most basic and obvious of safety procedures and otherwise just acting completely irrationally very obviously just to introduce the most contrived drama into the story.

The acting was mediocre at best, all from the Bog-Standard Action Movie School of Drama. Lots of "this is my angry voice!!!" stuff. Michael's mention of the self-sacrificial ramming scene at the end is a particularly good example of three actors who wouldn't know how to express their imminent death if someone put a gun to their heads. Even Fassbender's David wasn't particularly mind-blowing or anything - it was pretty standard "guy acting like a robot"; there wasn't anything particularly memorable about his performance.

The dialogue was uninspiring at best and downright corny at worst. Almost none of it sounded like real people talking to each other - it sounded completely like a script.

The actual storyline was disjointed and made little sense. There were multiple "plot points" (I use the term loosely) that were made to seem important but then later turned out to have almost no point or relevance at all (the previously mentioned 2,000 year-old Engineer head, for one; Doctor Holloway's poisoning for another; Peter Weyland's appearance and subsequent - and almost immediate - demise for a third). The "plot" seemed to advance mostly by the process of the characters jumping to irrational conclusions.

So the only parts we're left with that were any good are the special effects (Guy Pierce's makeup notwithstanding) and Doctor Holloway's face (and the face of the orderly who is looking after Peter Weyland... but he's only in it for about five minutes). And that's not enough to make even an average movie for me, I'm afraid.


Last Saturday night Darren, Stu and I (and Brucie and Fiona and Andrew) all went to Ryan's Bar in Stoke Newington Church Street to a small underground club called Debbie.

"Debbie is a free All-Girl Pop, Rock and Indie dance party - with music by Rock Chicks and Riot Grrrls, Pop Princesses and Indie Queens, Soul Sisters and Disco Divas - for People of All Genders and Persuasions."

Every other record was a Donna Summer record. We had a great time dancing our socks off.

There was a photographer there who took a lovely picture of Stu and I so many thanks to him for taking it.

Wednesday, June 06, 2012

Gay Rounders...

Last Saturday afternoon the lovely Oliver Reed organised a big gay rounders competition in Hyde Park. We were told what team we were in - black, blue, red or white - and proceeded to Buckhill in Hyde Park.

We were even given a disclaimer: "Since both of the previous tournaments ended with participants being carted off to hospital in the back of ambulances, I would like to remind you all that gays with bats can be dangerous and so you particpate in Gay Rounders at your own risk!"

In the event there were few injuries, lots of fun was had and we finished at just the right time before things got too competitive!

Thanks for organising Ollie - looking forward to the next one already.

Tuesday, June 05, 2012


On Sunday afternoon Tim, Andy, Kev and I went to see Prometheus at the IMAX in London's Waterloo. We had to fight our way through the crowds of people who had turned out for the Queen's Diamond Jubilee flotilla on the Thames but it was worth the struggle.

As a sort of Alien prequel it certainly ticked all the boxes. Not as scary though; more sci-fi than horror. I won't give any spoilers here but suffice to say I have a feeling there might be a sequel to the prequel in the pipeline.

Michael Fassbender was excellent although Guy Pearce looked a bit weird.

The film did give me nightmares that night so it obvious affected me more than I'd first thought.

I have a feeling we might be seeing it again rather soon...

Monday, June 04, 2012

Peter Hook and The Light...

Last Friday night Paul treated me to a night at the O2 Academy in Islington to watch Peter Hook and The Light touring their Joy Division tour.

They were performing all of the Joy Division album Closer along with other classic JD such as She's Lost Control and the sublime Love Will Tear Us Apart.

We had a great time bobbing our heads about to the austere, claustrophobic, inventive, beautiful, and haunting songs.

Hookie and the boys did us proud.

Friday, June 01, 2012

Secret Cinema...

Secret Cinema is an organisation that stage cinema events around London and the UK, selling tickets to audiences without them knowing what film they're about to see. Events incorporate theatre, live music and food with the aim of recreating the setting of the film to be screened.

Next week we are going to see something. But we don't know what. We just know we need to dress as Matter Analysts in navy blue jump suits with latex gloves, face masks and boots on and have joined a secretive organisation called Brave New Ventures. It seems like it might be something like Alien or one of it's sequels.Or maybe even it's prequel? The plot thickens.

Watch this space. It starts tonight!

Previous SC productions:-

Paranoid Park directed by Gus Van Sant in Shipwright Yard, London; December 2007

Funny Face directed by Stanley Donen in Royal Academy of Arts, London; Feb 2008
If… directed by Lindsay Anderson in Dulwich College, London & Clifton College, Bristol; May 2008
A Night at the Opera directed by Sam Wood in Hackney Empire, London; Oct 2008
Ghostbusters directed by Ivan Reitman in Royal Horticultural Halls & Corn Exchange, Brighton; Nov 2008

Anvil! The Story of Anvil directed by Sacha Gervasi in Sheperd’s Bush Empire, London; Feb 2009
The Harder They Come directed by Perry Henzell in Coronet Theatre, London; June 2009
The Warriors directed by Walter Hill in London Fields, London; Sept 2009
Alien directed by Ridley Scott in 105 Clifton Street, London; Oct 2009
Bugsy Malone directed by Alan Parker in The Troxy, London; Nov 2009

Wings of Desire directed by Wim Wenders in Sheperd’s Bush Pavilion, London; Feb 2010
Bladerunner directed by Ridley Scott in Wood Wharf, London; June 2010
Lawrence of Arabia directed by David Lean in Alexandra Palace, London; Sep 2010
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest directed by Milos Forman in Princess Louise Hospital; Nov 2010

The Red Shoes directed by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger in Tobacco Docks, London; Feb 2011
Battle of Algiers directed by Gillo Pontecorvo in Old Vic Tunnels Waterloo London; Apr 2011
The Third Man directed by Carol Reed in Clerkenwell; December 2011 to 22 Jan 2012

Bugsy Malone directed by Alan Parker in The Troxy Cinema, Commercial Rd; Apr.
Prometheus directed by Ridley Scott in Euston Shed; June.