Showing posts with label A Pint of Lightning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Pint of Lightning. Show all posts

Monday, 26 October 2009

Ill.

Evening, crew.

Sitting in bed, laptop on the go, Florence and The Machine doing You Got The Love flying out the stereo. Just read Caitlin Moran's column.

Oh, and spectacularly ill. Flu'd up the eyeballs with, well, flu combined with shivers and sweats, occasional outbursts of Cricketers' Disease and a chest that feels heavier than all of Belgium standing on me.

This has given me a few moments to run through some other odds and sods I wanted to put up here a while back but got sidetracked by the rest of my life intervening.

Excuse me (achoooo!). There.

Right - stand by for pictures. And words.

Tuesday, 23 September 2008

Radio News

After years of procrastination, I finally got off my arse and volunteered to help at the local Hospital Radio centre. I seem to have been accepted (I've been there about a week), and have been offered broadcast training!

Hurrah! All I can say is - in December - Get Ill.

Podcast?

Through the wonders of eBay, someone sold me a very cheap Mini Disc recorder. These things are fantastic for voice recording in the field (and not in fields, for that matter). I want to be able to develop my READING OUT LOUD FOR BROADCAST skills, and have been quietly muttering rubbish into it without doing anything vaguely constructive. So, I'm considering visiting exotic places and reading these witterings out and putting them up as a podcast for you to listen to at your leisure, anywhere in the world.

What do you think?

Wednesday, 13 August 2008

I Was A Teenage Hitler Clone

Idea for a film! Not my life story. Honest.

It is November 1989, in a secret laboratory somewhere hidden away in East Germany. Two bearded ginger scientists rush around feverishly knocking over bottles and shovel papers into a concrete mixer. There is panic in the air. There are suggested links to cloning in the laboratory. As they continue to destroy ‘evidence’, they uncover a long forgotten safe, which has never actually been locked.

Inside, there are some effects, an old parcel of papers, and a dusty test tube with a tooth in it.

The scientists stop and look through the papers. This is the writings of Otto Unterhosen, the fabled researcher from the early days of the East German regime. They are agog at the unexpected discovery.

Detailed diagrams and graphs, and copious black and white pictures. The investigation becomes more hurried, then stops when they see a photograph of Adolf Hitler.

There is a circle of red crayon around one of his teeth.

Our two scientists make the link that the tooth is the last remnant of Hitler. Obviously, being communist faithful, they jeer loudly at the tooth of the detested leader of the fascist regime.

Their thoughts turn to the possibility of using the stored DNA in the tooth to clone a Hitler that could possibly be used good; maybe propping up the falling communist government, and the thought also occurs that they could make lots of them to chain to benches across the nation to be given a good hiding at any opportune moments – a stress Hitler? 

Anyhow, this is to irresistible an opportunity to miss, and with the sounds of ‘freedom’ playing on their radio, time is ticking down. They boil the tooth and extract the DNA in a way that is only possible in a short comic film. Preferably with tweezers.

So our scientific heroes (for want of a better phrase) store this DNA in a container with obvious danger markings. Knowing that time is against them, they shovel all the rest of the available papers into the concrete mixer and run out of a side door, leaving mess everywhere.

Here, there is a plot detail I’m yet to decide on; somehow the DNA makes it to a city in England, either on purpose or design. Is there a crash of some sort, or a plot that sees one of the scientists move here and marry.

This plot is vital, as it follows to the main crux, as very soon the Hitler DNA is (either by accident or criminally insane scientific design) impregnated into a ‘nice woman of child bearing age’. The more wholesome the better, this decades equivalent of Felicity Kendal, if you will. Scientists go to ground, in hiding.

Fade to black.

Caption: Today…

A skateboard park in suburban UK land. A cheerful helpful teenage voice is out of shot, saying polite and thoughtful things. Wide shot of the teenager reveals teenager in typical Emo clothes, but with obvious Hitler fringe and downy moustache.

Cue mishaps, as the child struggles to come to terms with occasional outbursts that are out of keeping with his wholesome upbringing, and lots of Nazi style imagery which the Emo kid fails to connect with. The essential point of the humour is that the central character has to totally oppose the views of the Nazi party, and if possible, come across as the Anti-Hitler.

Eventually the scientists come out of hiding when they see the kid win a national niceness competition of some sort and try to track the kid down.

In the end the kid is told about his genes, and he’s happy with it as the message is it’s out upbringing that defines our character and not out hardwired DNA.

Title of the film? No idea. But I’d pay to see it. I may have to write star, film and direct it myself though…

Monday, 11 August 2008

Bringing The Summer of 1986 Bang Up To Date

Hello.

If you have ever thought to yourself; "What happens when the people at major financial institutions have to wait between bits of work finishing?", well the answer is usually find something else to eat. However recently, thanks to an inspired moment of lunacy from Miss P, we bring to you the smash hit from the summer of 1986 re-worded for the binge-drinking generation. Obviously, writing something about chavs would be easy, and they wouldn't work as well with the 'source material', so here is the middle class - far too much wine - surprised man in chinos - version. With full accreditation, and directions for the music video too...

Lady Gone Red
With sincere apologies to Chris De Burgh
New words by Nothing Too Pretentious and Miss P

Scene: Dark alleyway. Brick wall behind. Man wears sports pullover around shoulders. Man looks thoughtful into middle distance. Gentle movement of busy town centre in background. Music begins. Man sings:

I’ve never seen you looking so munted as you did tonight
I’d never seen you have a fight
-
I’ve never seen so many doormen ask you if you wanted to leave
They’re looking for a little more calm, given half a chance

I couldn’t see that dress you were wearing
Oh, the highlights in your hair that match your eyes; you might be blind

The lady gone red, is hanging off me, cheek to cheek
There’s nobody here, it’s just you and me, you scared them all away
But I hardly know, this mad bint by my side
I never will for-get, the way you drank tonight

I’d never seen you looking so spaced out as you did tonight
I’d never heard you talk such sh*te, you were amazing
I’d never seen so many police want to be there by your side
They threw us out the pub, they took our drinks away
And I have never had such a feeling
Such a feeling of complete and utter shame, as I do tonight

The lady gone red, is hanging off me, cheek to cheek
There’s nobody here, it’s just you and me, you scared them all away
But I hardly know, this mad bint by my side
I never will for-get, the way you drank tonig-hight
I never will for-get, the way you drank tonight

The lady gone red
The lady gone red
The lady gone red
My lady’s gone red.

Scene: Dark alleyway, wider shot. Man holding wife’s hair back as she vomits spectacularly. Fade out with close up on man’s crushingly disappointed face.

Sunday, 29 June 2008

A Pint of Lightning

I've been toying with the idea of an entire surreal radio station being condensed into fifteen minutes and being put together by myself, with me doing all the parts.

There would be a news / current affairs programme, sports, traffic reports, bulletins, weather reports, foreign reports, location interviews, etc. I should be able to do this as there are local soundscapes to use, and then mixing it in using Audacity.

I'm basing my thinking around Radio Five, which I have seemed to have absorbed on the two weeks I have spent away from work. This will also save me from lapsing into Colin the Inappropriate Hospital DJ, as I'm saving him for later and I can't use real music for copyright reasons.

Anyhow, here's a written sample of one of the weather reports:

James: And now it’s over to Alex with the weather, from the Melodramatic Weather Office.

Alex: Thank you, James. For the majority of the country today, there will be prolonged spells of incessant abject misery pouring from leaden skies, if not to irretrievably flood the country but at the very least drown it beyond recognition. Coastal regions will be too close to the wrath of Neptune to be spared. For Central end Eastern Scotland, it will be hotter than the surface of the sun for the best part of the afternoon, Weather Office advice is to stay indoors and paint everything white. And that’s the weather.

Random Irritations 0001

Afternoon,

I was sitting and contemplating witty and clever things when it struck me that there seems to be no word to sum up thunder and lightning. Thunder and lighting are very much the same thing, even though the thunder may occur seconds after the lightning strike.

Anyhow, this distraction led me to mistype in my document, and created what I will use as the umbrella phrase for my radio work - A Pint of Lightning.

Watch this space.