Imaginary Giallo locale - Brighton seafront evening

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Originally uploaded by The Salaryman.

I have been rather busy and thus rather lazy with my leisure. Dont know if anyone is watching yet (or at all) and rather doubt it.

Was down on the Brighton seafront and always notice this building, which seems to attract the birds that once favoured the (now arson gutted) West Pier. It is being restored or something, people are buying flats in it but it could be a dubious enterprise. At the moment, it appears to be some sort of DSS flophouse. I walked in a few yards when the door used to be open and it stank of urine, methadone and mould. Didnt feel hard enough to go further. The various remaining urchins inside, who may or may not know they are about to be joined by bemused yuppies supping at the property trough, have employed fairy lights and other stratagems to add a random sparkle to the lovely decaying edifice. This is from some months ago so who knows what is going on now. Its probably cold.

If films other than export romcoms, mockney monkey gangsta and unchallengingly ironic comedies with BBC One wannabees and faded Hollywood stars were still made in the UK, somebody would notice it would be a great location for a modernised British Giallo or even a credible Noir.

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Well, here is the first bit of electric spew. I need to work out how to post other kinds of media and a list of my favourite links before I get too far or I may get bored. I intend to review films, records and tv shows that I have blatantly not seen. Because: I don’t need to in order to give a full, firm and fair assessment. I may advocate stuff that interests and amuses me. I may select a meat puppet that is taking up space in my face for dissection and deconstruction because they have annoyed me or because they are rich and worthless.

Starting in the very back of the cultural u-bend I wanted to point out this indispensable if poorly titled and designed site to everyone who has not visited it. Awfulplasticsurgery.com does what it says on the tin and beautifully reveals and examines the many alterations and enhancements of the puppet people who feed the ears, eyes and express the aspirations of all the multiplex livestock out there. I’ve never been sure how my fellow males could ever, ever consider someone with implants sexy. Even in the depths of early teenage woodery I was wholly unable to jam the pink oboe to any AV actresses who had gone under the knife. A chance to review the ongoing devolution of Nicole Kidman’s face is worth a quick visit alone…