I have recently (autumn 09) begun working on a podcast with my friend Roo Reynolds. It's a geeky, silly thing with interesting guests, foods and chats and we're putting it out every other week. We've had some great guests already, including the producer of The Thick of It Adam Tandy, comedy legend David Schneider, podcasters Helen and Olly from Answer Me This! and Morrissey-baiting writer David Quantick. You can find out more and subscribe at Shiftrunstop.co.uk.
ATR is humorous and kind of nerdy, it's "the magazine for everybody else" and "the most accidentally-read magazine on the internet" due to its amazingly generic name. I like to think that it has an old-school punk ethic of taking pride in your creative outputs and I like the idea of using the internet a bit differently. I need to believe there's something between blogging and unfunny scribbled biro comics.
His time in the jungle, he says, made him 'less materialistic'. Which he must find ironic, since it's made him loads and loads of money. Seriously though, it must be tough to be David Gest. Every time he realises he's made some more money he has to go down to Natwest and draw it all out of the cash-point, which takes ages, then climb all the way to the top of his mansion and throw it out of the window. Still, keeps him fit I bet. This in mind, presumably all the dosh he makes from this auction will go straight charity? Oh no, wait, he's just pocketing it. Or throwing it out of the window. Yep, according to The Daily Star, who are never wrong about these things, oh and The Independent, if you have time to read their mega-long interview, Gest will be flogging £1million worth of his pop memorabilia. He just can't stand objects. Abstract wealth, apparently, is fine."
VIVIENNE WESTWOOD HATED SEX AND THE CITY MOVIE
Seriously, what a cow. Startrip found the Sex and the City film to be all he/she/it hoped for AND MORE, so it's a bit ungrateful of Viv, for whom the movie was essentially one gigantic advert. I thought Sex And The City was supposed to be about cutting-edge fashion and there was nothing remotely memorable or interesting about what I saw," she said. "I went to the premiere and left after 10 minutes." Huh! That's the last time I shop at Vivienne Westwood. Or listen to the radio broadcasts of her son, Tim.