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I'll have to say that I'm another Fish era fan and have loved ever since my brother got hold of the Market Square Heroes ep. For some reason, with the exception of a few flashes, the H material has not managed to grip me (Brave being the best of the H albums). Someone let me have a copy of Marbles but I just can't get into it. So, to my favourite - Script. While other albums may have been better performed (let's face it, Mick Pointer was no great shakes as a drummer), better produced (Chris Kimsey's production on MC is so lush), better written (the immediacy of CAS is gripping), Script edges it due to beautiful fragility of they way they sound. Never again did they manage to tug at the heartstrings with such delicacy.

Diamond Head at Intake Leisure, Mansfield on May 4

QUOTE (prog.fusion @ Feb 25 2007, 04:26 PM) after finally having seen this, it did answer a few questions from 2001. but the only thing im not quite clear on is very minimal in the stories concept. *spoiler warning* did the crew die at the end? the way the narration went from Floyd to his son sounded more like he was taking the eternal "sleep" rather than the one they take on their way up. i think they made it back, cause if memory serves, i think at least one crew member didn't climb in. did they have enough fuel or....? but great movie none-the-less, dont understand the constant hate i see it get. but i guess that mostly goes because i dont expect the novel verbatim on screen, nor an exact replica of Kubrick's film. Personally, I think it is made clear that they did make it back safely because, one image during the closing narration is of Floyd sat with his son underneath the two suns

QUOTE (Jack Aubrey @ Feb 5 2007, 06:02 PM) QUOTE (Slaine mac Roth @ Feb 5 2007, 01:24 PM) An a big fan of both Tim Burton and Ed Wood (I'd take him over Tarantino anyday - you think I'm joking!!!!), I absolutely love this film. Of course, you get the usual group of Burton semi-regs (Johnny Depp, Lisa Marie, Jeffrey Jones, etc) along with a superb performance from Martin Landau (and his daughter Juliet ). In addition, TB even managed to coax an not-too obnoxious piece from Bill Murray (not one of my favs). So yes, I'm a big fan of Ed Wood - any film that uses that much teramin on the soundtrack can't be that bad. Slaine! Where have you been, dude? Nice to see you again! As has been noted elsewhere, I'm going through a few problems of a personal nature. Partially because of this, I can only log on when I can get to the local library so my time is limited. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten you

An a big fan of both Tim Burton and Ed Wood (I'd take him over Tarantino anyday - you think I'm joking!!!!), I absolutely love this film. Of course, you get the usual group of Burton semi-regs (Johnny Depp, Lisa Marie, Jeffrey Jones, etc) along with a superb performance from Martin Landau (and his daughter Juliet ). In addition, TB even managed to coax an not-too obnoxious piece from Bill Murray (not one of my favs). So yes, I'm a big fan of Ed Wood - any film that uses that much teramin on the soundtrack can't be that bad.

I remember going to see this twice at the cinema when it first came out and loved it. At the time I was 14 and had never come across the concept of animated sex before so it was a bit of an eye opener.

Eagles, Twickenham 17/6/6 The day started at about 9.30 when the in-laws arrived to pick-up James and Mary and drop the two of us in town. After getting my repeat prescription from the Doctors (and getting it filled at the chemists), we got some food for the journey and caught the 10:40 bus to London which got us into London Victoria Bus Station at 2:50. From here, we made our way to Victoria Train Station and, after a quick stop-off, bought a couple of return tickets to Twickenham. The initial part of the train journey, as far as Clapham Junction where we had to change, passed without incident (Unless you class passing Battersea Power Station, sadly minus a giant pig floating above it ). Upon arriving at Clapham, we crossed over to the correct platform which was packed to the gills with Eagles fans waiting for the Twickenham train. when it finally turned up, it was so full we decided to wait for the next which was due 10 minutes later. By the time this one arrived, the platform had filled arrived again and the train was quite full for the 45 minute journey to Twickenham. Upon arrival at Twickenham Station, we were presented with a leaflet providing information for getting back to London after the gig (the organisation was fantastic but more on that later). Exiting the station, we had no problem finding our way to the Stadium as there was a constant stream of humanity on both sides of the road (according to the Twickenham web site, the capacity for concerts is around 50,000). Upon arriving at the venue, we made our way to the correct gate and went inside. Twickenham is one of the biggest sporting venues in the country (being the home of the England Rugby Union Team) and neither of us were pre-pared for quite how big the place is. At about 5.45, The Dixie Chicks, who were the support band, took the stage for a short set. I suppose the best thing I can say about them is that they were 'inoffensive' - nothing remarkable at all really. They, like most support acts, were hampered by the sound they got - as the stadium was still quite empty during their set, the sound echoed around the cavernous stadium meaning that the vocals in particular were pretty much lost. Fortunately, it was quite a short set and they were finished by about 6.20 although they were given a polite, if not exactly warm, response by the crowd. It was 7.15 when the Eagles took the stage, still bathed in brilliant sunshine, with Take It Easy which immediately got the crowd in the mood, following it up with Witchy Woman, Peaceful Easy Feeling and Pretty Maids All in a Row - the sort of opening to a set a lot of bands would probably leave to their encore. The sound, which for the Dixie Chicks and been boomy and echoing in such a cavernous setting, was soaked up by the bigger crowd and, as such, only needed a little fine tuning as the opening set progressed. The band were in fine form (even if Joe Walsh's vocals tended to show a little strain during In the City) but, by the time that first set closer The long Run came around, the band were in a groove, playing tightly and with precision. Set Two, following a brief procession of video clips from the band's history (how come Timothy B Schmidt doesn't seem to have aged?) began with a selection of acoustic numbers, some of which (Tequila Sunrise in particular were slightly marred by the over-intrusive horn section.) However, once the mellow interlude was over, things got rocking with spirited run throughs of Life's Been Good (helmet cam included ), Life in the Fast Land and Heartache Tonight. Throughout all this, Joe Walsh proved himself the star of the show and, more than anything, showed that he is still a great guitarist. When the encores came around, if Twickenham had had a roof it would have been torn away by the massed voices that greeted Hotel California. A great run though with some lovely guitar interplay between Walsh and Steuart Smith, who had impressed me throughout the night. Gutsy run throughs of Rocky Mountain Way and Already Gone kept the crowd dancing and singing before the final, emotive finale of Desperado finished a brilliant set. Complaints (and these really are nit picks) are that I would have liked to have seen Henley's solo tracks Dirty Laundry and All She Wants to Do is Dance replaced by some of the better Eagles stuff that was missed like, for example, The Last Resort, Doolin Dalton or Get Over It. In addition, there were times when the horn section's sound did not quite balance and were a little over powering. However, as I said, these are minor quibbles and, all in all, it was a great evening putting The Eagles firmly as the second best live band I've ever seen (behind Rush but ahead of Queen). The Journey Home As you can imagine, 50,000 odd people can cause quite a headache when they all decide to head for home and, for me and the wife, getting back to Mansfield was an adventure all in itself. As we exited the stadium, just after 10, we were greeted by a solid mass of people that were heading in two directions (this isn't counting the very small minority who had brought their own transport). Some of the crowd, upon exiting, turned left and headed for the shuttle buses that were to take them to Richmond underground station (I would hazard a guess of about 1/3, The rest turned right and headed for Twickenham station. With the wisdom of great experience, the police had closed off most of the surrounding roads and had posted mounted officers periodically along the route to guide the crowd. Once the road to the station was reached, the crowd were divided into two - one group who wanted trains to Reading and Ealing were directed to one platform while the majority, who were London bound, were shepherded towards another. At the platform entrance, a Southern Trains employee was allowing only enough people to fill one train at a time onto the platform. As the trains were departing at 10 muinute intervals, the crowd was moving smoothly and with a minimum of fuss. Even so, it was after 11 before we were able to board the train (it had taken us an hour to move about 3/4 mile) to Clapham Junction where we had to change for Victoria. The train arrived in Victoria at about 11:45, 15 minutes after the last bus of the evening to mansfield had departed. Not expecting to get there in time for this bus, we had booked seats on the next one departing for Mansfield. The only catch is that this did not leave London until 8:30 in the morning. The plan had been to get somethng to eat (by this time we were starving) and spend the night on the bus station. However, once we had eaten (Burger King was about the only place open), we made our way to the Bus Station only to find that they closed it for the night at about 1am. Undeterred, we decided to head back to the train station and spend the night there only to find that they closed that at 1am also, allowing people who had pre-bought tickets into the station 10 minuted before the train was due. This left us in quite a quandry as we ha nowhere to spend the night. For a lack of anything better to do, we decided to go for a walk and headed in the direction of The Houses of Parliament and, from there, a little way along the side of the Thames until we reached The Hungerford Bridge which looks amazing at night. We then walked along the River, past the London Eye, until we reached Westminster Bridge, which we crossed and decided to make our way back towards Victoria. By this time, it was getting on for 3am and started looking for somewhere we could settle down until the bus station opened at 5 am. Eventually, we elected upon a series of alcove type things just down the road from the station where Jess was able to grab a couple of hours sleep. When the bus station opened its doors at 5am, we entered and got some breakfast and, more importantly for me, some coffee. As we had had 3 1/2 hours until the bus was due, we both did our best to get some sleep in the metal seats that are only really good for keeping you awake. It was with great joy that we were able to get on the bus at about 8:15 and both of us slept most of the way home.

Eagles tomorrow - can't wait...

QUOTE (LonelyHiker @ May 30 2006, 10:36 AM) By extension, any movie staring Doug McClure, B-movie actor extrohd'naire In all honesty, i wouldn't class Doug McClure as a B-Movie actor... more ZZZZ-movie

The following Rush lyric was translated, using Babelfish, from English to Japanese and back to English - do you recognise it? As for me as for me rather than I thinking of that it is Thats I where I have lived them me why call the operator where some I where I am presume thats the large quantity where I am good always that my time has used in my life me who can live it seems the way and being able to use at 9 it is not o'clock I who occur at 7 it goes o'clock seem that why there is no at all goes here think by your from the beer where I always become cold in doubt and at 5 you take o'clock it returns to the house

QUOTE (Snowdog @ Apr 26 2006, 09:51 PM) Is anyone else tiring of the lack of resolution on so many fronts? Not in the slightest. One of the main thing that I've always enjoyed about Lost is its slowburn quality - its not afraid to take the time and build the mystery. Just because there's not a nice neat wrap up does not spoil it at all for me.

I'mnot going to say that these are the best performances ('best' is too subjective a word), but I will say that, among my favourites are: Hanry Fonda in 12 Angry Men James Stewart in Its a Wonderful Life Cate Blanchett in Elizabeth Morgan Freeman in Se7en Patrick Stewart in A Christmas Carol

QUOTE (Jack Aubrey @ Apr 21 2006, 05:15 PM) ... and part of a really stupid one with a fat bald guy that was supposed to be Spock's brother. Funny, I thoought William Shatner was in the first six films

QUOTE (Fridge @ Apr 22 2006, 09:43 AM) Captain Kirk is God...End of story Not sure about that but, from what people said at the recent Collectormania he did, William Shatner certainly thinks he is

Having grown up with TOS, I must confess I was dubious when TNG was announced. And, I have to admit, the first two seasons did nothing to dispell my misgivings, despite some memorable moments. However, once the series settled into its stride, I found it became compulsive viewing and, for a while, a bit of an obsession. Now, when I watch the reruns I tend to cringe quite a bit. Nothing to do with the acting which, on the whole, is some of the best to be seen on the small screen. Nothing to do the special effects which, for their time, were excellent (anyway, as a fan of '50s SF, I don't hold that much score by the FX if the rest of the production is up to scratch). The writing isn't that much at fault - the scripts, on the whole, tended to be reasonably intelligent without too many glaring plot holes. Its not even the idea that the make up department could just stick a few pieces of latex on someone's nose and call them an alien race. No, my problem with the next generation came from the whole 'our characters are so advanced and developed there is no real chance of any friction/major group hug/touchy feely' non-dynamic that tended make some on the inter-character relationships a little on the insipid side.

To be honest, out of the TLJ films listed, the only one I've seen is Men in Black and I hated it... I much prefer 'The Missing,'

QUOTE (queenshall @ Mar 31 2006, 03:05 PM) The Eagles in June....Red Hot Chilli Peppers in July.....IRON MAIDEN in December !!!! Where are you seeing the Eagles at - the wife has just booked us tickets for Twickenham on the 17th

QUOTE (2112-Rob-2112 @ Apr 2 2006, 04:20 AM) I dont believe that a married couple who have been married for 5 years would just start killing eachother with stuff just beacuse they work for diff companies...stupid. Why do I get the impression that you're missing the point here. Mr and Mrs Smith is a typical no-brain action orientated popcorn film that has no intention to do more than provide a couple of hours effortless entertainment. And, in my opinion, it delivers. I thoroughly enjoyed although a lot of that may have something to do with the fact that I tend to watch of of my DVDs around 1am on a Friday when I'm often too tired to think too deeply about anything. And I'm going to to have to disagree with Goob again - Anjelina Jolie is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful women in the world and I could watch her watching paint dry for hours.

I don't know about anywhere else, but here in the UK it seemed to be one that slipped in under the radar. I went to see it with my wife because we've both a lot of respect for both Viggo Mortensen and Ed Harris and the chance of seeing the two of them together was too good to miss. Needless to say, I wasn't disapointed and thouroughly enjoyed every minute of the film. Certainly one that I'd recommend

The SFX website has just posted the teaser poster for Spidy 3 http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a222/jazzbass2112/spiderman/spidy3/spiderman3poster.jpg Pretty good.

Plus ca change Do I hope or do I fear?

Some need to howl at the midwinter moon Between Sun and Moon