Monthly Archives: March 2012

You’re tired!

And so it was with great amusement, having seen the spoilers in the press this week leading up to it, that I sat down on Wednesday night and watched episode two of the new series of The Apprentice. Just when you thought it couldn’t actually interest you anymore with its every-series rehashed tasks, and you thought you had heard all the naff egotistical scripted lines, one of the unlucky sixteen actually had the gallantry to fall asleep in the car on the journey to their next pitch. And when she was woken up by one of her fellow contestants, she actually denied she had been asleep, even though the camera was on her and actually filming her asleep. What must be Lord Sugar making them do when the cameras are switched off, that they are now catching forty winks on the way to persuade giant retailers to buy their products?

Ah, but The Apprentice is still good fun, even if it is in its eighth year and the contestants are in danger of being horribly samey or one step away from an appearance on I’m A Celebrity. There’s a huge part of me that although I cannot actually bear 99.9% of the reality television that is served to us in this day and age (I went off Saturday night television about a decade ago; I would rather go on a self-catering holiday to the Middle East than have to endure it), I still find a great smugness from watching the ‘great, new, young and fresh business minds of Britain’ tear lumps out of each other each week as they strive ever further to the goal of Alan Sugar‘s investment. One can’t deny how cringe-worthy it gets as the series’ progress through time and you do find yourself astounded that some people, who claim to own their own businesses et al, can actually think giant online retailers would purchase a million units of their products, and get the costing so wrong! Ah, it does make for good telly though.

There have been some fantastic ‘about me’ quotes already from the candidates, and I feel that I am obliged to share my favourites with you now… (I did try and refrain but I was powerless).

Katie Wright: “‘I would call myself ‘The Blonde Assassin’. I let people underestimate me just so I can blow them out of the water.” As opposed to, ‘The Blonde Depth Charge’. Probably didn’t have the same ring.

Bilyana Apostolova: “‘I got myself from a Communist block of flats in Bulgaria to the top of a skyscraper in the heart of the City of London.” You can do that here, too: http://www.hive.co.uk/book/aa-road-atlas-europe/10531829/

Jenna Whittingham: “My personality and character is ‘once seen never forgotten’.” And then Channel 5 and Celebrity Big Brother come knocking and we have no choice.

Maria O’Connor: “If you chuck me in the deep end I’ll swim, I won’t sink.” Hmmm. Shame she sank after two episodes.

Tom Gearing: “I’m confident, charismatic and some people say I’m quite good-looking, so that adds to the bill.” Bet no one mentioned his modesty traits.

And I think at number one, this absolute cracker:

Ricky Martin (as if that weren’t enough): “I truly am the reflection of perfection.” BAFTA to the scriptwriter of that one, please! What lawks!

I cannot wait to see what more car-crash escapades there are to come as the next bright young things of British business continue to battle out their brawn for our entertainment. The bit I always get passionate about: will any of them actually have a basic, decent geographical knowledge of London for when they have the “peculiar items you must accumulate and sell on” task? Remember chaps, the West End is the EXPENSIVE area!! That’s why it’s called ‘EAST’ENDERS!!

The Apprentice is back on BBC1 on Wednesday nights at 9pm.

No mechanical clock-people please; we’re British.

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel: You won't want to check out.

Over the weekend I saw two new films. One won five Oscars two weeks ago, has an Oscar-winning director, children as the central cast and was adapted from a book. The other has won no awards thus far, has an Oscar-nominated director, elderly actors as the central cast and was adapted from a book. One is set in Paris, one is set in Jaipur. Some contrasts, you’ll agree. The former film of which I speak was if you haven’t already guessed it, Hugo. The latter movie I described was The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. One other difference… Hugo I turned off after one painful hour and Marigold Hotel I didn’t want to check out of.

At the risk of being pelted with rotten fruit for my opinion, I firmly believe had my cat sat in front of my television and cleaned himself extremely thoroughly for the exact duration I managed to allow Hugo to take my time up for, he would’ve been much more entertaining. The problem I found with Hugo was that it was the film equivalent of a pair of Skull Candy headphones. Complete style-over-substance and a frightful shame the gold saturation of the film’s effect sadly didn’t transpire its magic to the plot or any kind of action. Suffice to say I couldn’t get on at all with Hugo; I found it dull, confusing and slow and I shan’t be in a rush to try and salvage any kind of relationship with it…. Unlike the wonderful festival of colour and comedy that The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel was.

I feel it’s been a while since we had a proper, decent British comedy with a stellar ensemble cast. 2009′s The Boat that Rocked was probably the last one. Adapted from the book by Deborah Moggach, seven retirees’ worlds collide when they leave the UK and share the same hotel together in Jaipur, India. Each out there for his or her different reason, after several weeks they bond deeply and learn about each other’s lives and why they have sought the enlightenment staying at the Marigold Hotel promises. However the enlightenment comes not only from their extended stay at the hotel but from India itself as they absorb the colours and spirituality, the difficult adaptation to Indian culture, and what they learn from each other’s friendships over time. Delightful performances come from newly-widowed Evelyn (Judi Dench); seeking-his-ex-partner Graham (Tom Wilkinson); Muriel (Maggie Smith), whom is in India begrudgingly but not at the very least broadens her mind to overcoming prejudice whilst she undergoes hip-replacement surgery; couple-in-strife Douglas and Jean (Bill Nighy and Penelope Wilton); and brilliant comedy comes courtesy of Madge, Norman and the hotel’s young and bubbly manager Sonny (Celia Imrie, Ronald Pickup and Slumdog Millionaire‘s Dev Patel respectively). You could be forgiven for thinking this is what would happen if the friends from Four Weddings & a Funeral were to holiday together after retirement, for anyone who enjoyed movies such as Notting Hill, Calendar Girls or Shakespeare in Love will find great joy, enchantment and hospitality to be had at the Marigold Hotel.

To echo Sonny’s sentiment, everything will be alright in the end. And if it’s not alright, then it is not the end.

The skin I live in.

Skin up, pin up: Some of the books people take inspiration from for their inky tributes.

Bit of a specialist one this blog. If you love books, then please continue to read. If you have an interest in tattoos then please, do carry on too. But what I wanted to discuss with you is what happens when both these worlds collide. Answer… something like this, which I found whilst idly browsing recently on t’interweb.

Being a connoisseur of some things literary, most things popular culture and all things tattoo, I feel I can critique some of the tattoo art that has been famed on this website. Looking at the ones of verses, there’s something about a whole limb which has been taken up by simple black script I find very beautiful. Providing it’s not, for example, a Piggyback game guide or similar which thankfully I don’t think anyone has had. (No offense to the good people at Piggyback). But skin was made for the prose of Dickens and Byron, so this without question gets my vote (as long as it’s legible).

As I scrolled down the page the most popular pieces it seems are much-loved children’s books and cartoons. We have a fondness for remembering the stories that made us happy when we were children which have still haunted us in our adulthood, and in tribute we have had the images of countless, not to mention the most eccentric, authors’ imaginations etched onto our skin for the rest of our lives. The Curious George ones look rather amazing, and of course the simplistic-yet-beautiful drawings of Antoine de Saint Exupery’s Le Petit Prince make for beautiful skin art with the colours of deep purple, bright yellow and oceanic blue all coming together. One very popular children’s tale seems to serve for endless inspiration for tattoos – Lewis Carroll’s timeless Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland which further reinforces my personal belief that those stories with a vast array of wonderful characters and limitless fantasy are most used in literary tattooing. A possible explanation for this could be because in an ensemble cast, there’s bound to be one you will identify with.

Arguably not every children’s classic story makes for elegant ink. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury I give you exhibit a: Winnie the Pooh tattoos. Let me establish quickly I am a fan of AA Milne’s small, red-shirted, fat honey-loving bear and his friends of the Hundred Acre Wood. My favourite character is Rabbit. Many parallels I have always seen in him as like me he is quick to react, highly opinionated and gets worked up almost instantly. However even my admiration for these characters cannot condone the justification of the horrendous act of Pooh n’ Tigger tattoos. No matter how much shading or fine needles are used no-one should ever get Winnie the Pooh or any associated characters tattooed on themselves. At the risk of sounding snobbish, I apply this only to the Disney incarnations. I would definitely put them into Room 101 as they are hideous and they are the sort of tattoo people get done when they don’t know what else to get done and I for one think they should be prohibited.

And so we move onto other greats of literature whom have no doubt been increased in their popularities by their enormously successful film franchises. I have often thought about getting some kind of tribute to the world of Harry Potter on me. I probably will do, but at the moment I have yet to decide exactly what. I absolutely love the word ‘Always’, which was tattooed in tribute to the answer Snape gives Professor Dumbledore when asked if he still loves Lily Potter. Not too sure how I feel about the enormous back tattoo of Dumbledore next to – Lord have mercy, the worst kinds of tattoo ever conceived on this earth – tribal. JRR Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, with its huge universe of hobbits, wizards, elves and orcs makes for interesting tattoos and it seems that the possibilities are endless in how people want the famous trilogy immortalised on them. Going a bit further down the page I was really happy to see someone had had El-ahrairah the rabbit from Watership Down on them which in the same vein as the Lord of the Rings, has a great amount of visualisation thanks to the iconic film created from the book.

Matilda, by Roald Dahl.

The Marzipan Pig, by Russell Hoban.

Well I need to justify my opinions and I do so now dear readers through the medium of photography. Here you can see two of my literary tattoos; Roald Dahl’s Matilda and Russell Hoban’s the Marzipan Pig, both illustrated by Quentin Blake. Fantastic.

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