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Tuesday, 26 February 2008
Amy Winehouse, 2 Useless Ex-husbands and 23 Pounds of Funyun Pudge
She has a Jewish nose, a dyed beehive and LOTS of mascara – crazy bitch. What's not to hate?
A couple of weeks back, Maxim magazine website was running an article called The 5 Unsexiest Women Alive. Couldn't resist that gem – off I went. And, so you can enjoy the Amy (and other crazy bitch) bashing, here it is for you, Please don't show me real women, it upsets my fragile male sense of self.
So who are the five unsexiest (no, it's not a word, but a man made it up, and only dykes argue with men) women ALIVE!!!!!!!!!! (Felt that needed a good screaming headline.)
Well, it's pretty much a straight job-share between successful, older celebrities and young CRAZY (I'm really getting into this tabloid thing) bitches that do unseemly things in public.
You know, they used to lock women like this up in lunatic asylums. Nothing guaranteed to get a woman in the loony bin faster than doing things that any average bloke does of a Saturday night – you know, the drinking, snorting, public brawling kind of thing. When women do it it's CRAZY. Only now we can't lock them up any more.
Oh, wait a minute didn't we lock up Britney Spears recently? Yeah, she got in an altercation with the police when they were coming to take her children away. Wow – weird, crazy bitch. Why the hell would anybody freak when someone comes to take their children away? I hear she had some dodgy tooth brushing habits too. These celebrities, where do they get off?
And now that I come to think of it, isn't Lindsay Lohan always getting dragged off to psychiatrists, or threatened with psychiatrists, or introduced to psychiatrists, by Oprah, her father, mother, Jay Leno, President Clinton and the National Enquirer? Hell, haven't you signed the petition to have Lily Allen, Britney Spears and Lindsay Lohan put away as CRAZY BITCHES WHO SHOULD BE LOCKED UP AND STOP ENDANGERING THE AMERICAN WAY… OR SOMETHING.
Okay, I promise I won't use any more big letters suitable for small children. But you have to promise me that you will get a T-shirt and a marker pen, pin a picture of the Crazy Bitch Celebrity of your choice on your front and write underneath it, "I once ate 2 sponge cakes – deliberately. Now let's see you lock me up, motherfucker."
No-one will have a clue what you're talking about but we'll all know. It will be like a secret club.
Today, of course, as part of the general 'Amy Winehouse is Ruining Our Way of Life' hate spiel (remind me again – what did she actually do?) Yahoo has a headline with a picture of Amy looking like the Wicked Witch of the West (not difficult, Amy looks like a harsh Jewish Princess) with the sneery headline "So… who wants to look like Amy then?" with the not-hidden-at-all inference that no-one – I repeat, no-one – would want to look like Amy.
She's launching a fashion/perfume range, you see, and Yahoo just can't get past the fact that a drunken no-good, crazy bitch like Amy, who is no conventional beauty (but rivetingly imperfectly delicious) dares to think that young people might want to buy into some of that bad girl chic. The bitch, the bad, evil, crazy, successful, wealthy, incredibly robust bitch. (Dd we get to lock her up yet? Why isn't she collapsing under the barrage of this constant assault? After all, Britney folded, Lohan's showing cracks. Oh, fold, you crazy bitch – fold.)
We used to burn them, of course, and then we tried locking them in convents and, finally, lunatic asylums. That's what we do with 'crazy' – i.e. disobedient, mouthy, badly-behaved – women. Then we had to stop burning them, locking them up, tarring & feathering them. Now we are much more crafty. Now we burn them at the publicity stakes. Now we send packs of jackals after them to photograph their every move, post the most unflattering pictures we can find. If they're not too fat they're too thin (Kate Moss, bad, snorting not-role-model nearly-crazy-bitch anyone?). If they're not compulsively eating, drinking or snorting, they're compulsively shopping, partying or tanning (Paris Hilton, Mrs Beckham, the Ritchie girl?).
Oh, Crazy Bitch comes in lots of flavours, but it's always about excess, un-ladylike behaviour. And, of course, being very public. We really hate them for being everywhere – like it was their fault. In the case of Paris or Posh you can blame them for publicity seeking – if you really feel that publicity seeking is a terrible cruel thing to do and your small children should not be exposed to it. But Winehouse, Allen, Spears and co. are not big on hunting it out – it's more a case of them not being able to out-run it.
Nobody seems to question the validity of what is credited to the ladies as 'wild' behaviour. Male rock stars have been trashing rooms, puking up and decking people since the year dot. They're just living the rock star life – those wild guitar heroes. What about Oliver Reed, whose behaviour makes all of the girls' naughtiness together look like Noddy on an outing with Big Ears. Ah, Oliver, such a character – what a bloke, eh? Funny, I don't remember anyone locking him up, and he spent his entire life drunk, never mind a week or two. Shane McGowan – never sober. Keith Moon – don't even start.
To my knowledge never once sectioned, any of them. Nor were they called crazy, other than as the most flattering, blokey headshaking epithet. And what wild Oliver stunt has Britney pulled? She hit a car with a brolly. Oh, and she shaved her head. Wow, scary shit. No wonder her dad wants to take her money off her – just to manage it, of course, until she gets better. Yes, poor Britney, she's losing it. Literally, if dad has anything to do with it.
Or Amy, what about her? She had a fight. With her husband. In public. There was blood. She also – and please stop reading this if you're under eighteen – smudged her mascara and looked messy.
And we won't even start on Lohan. She once went out without any pants on.
What I want to know is what were the paparazzi doing sticking lenses up her skirt anyway? Bet no-one ever dared stick a Pentax down Oliver Reed's trousers to see if he was going commando. Hey, maybe she should have hit him with her brolly, then she could have got herself sectioned and given her fortune to her father. That would have been the proper thing to do, show young women you can't just smudge your mascara in public without paying the price.
So, I'll just leave you with this little witch-burning thought, care of Maxim's delightful list on just how we women fail to be sexy, so that you can make sure you don't do this and LOSE YOUR MAN (sorry, couldn't resist one last yell).
Don't get menopausal (Madonna), don't be in a hit TV show or have a boyish figure (Sandra Oh), don't let your drug use outstrip your boyfriend's (it threatens his manhood, Amy), don't have children or gain weight – any weight (Britney), don't ever, ever wear short skirts and behave like anyone out of Sex in the City – oh, and don't get famous, rich or successful.
Feminism is dead – long live Celebrity Culture! God, I am one crazy bitch……..
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Monday, 11 February 2008
Heath Ledger - Naked Dead Guy
Let's talk about Heath Ledger. It's about time.
He's dead, took too many different pills, but had the wits to die naked in the middle of the day.
Also had the wits to mix lots of interesting drugs: tranquilisers, pain killers, anti-depressants, sleeping pills – the definitive tortured artist list. How interesting, how tragic.
How pathetic.
Pathetic that he took them? Not at all. Any idea how many people take that lot every day in any Westernised country? Pathetic that we think it teaches us something about him.
It does – he was careless with pills. He was a man who was perpetually wound up and who found it hard to sleep. His performances have that odd repressed quality of something frenetic held down. It's what gives him that interesting fragility used to such great effect in Monster's Ball. The fact that he had been using cannabis all his life (yes, you all saw the – haha – suppressed footage on Youtube), but had recently given it up only ups the ante on the risk of medication overdose.
Here's a man who is hyper by nature. He sedates himself with cannabis. This works for him but he gives it up to go clean – being a father and all. He does a film role that demands a little of that old inner darkness. He's hyper, strung-up, can't sleep, can't use his usual crutch, (what's yours, friend? Chocolate, booze, cigarettes, sex?) result – he takes more and more prescription drugs, trying to get onto some kind of even keel, bingo – he's dead.
It's not rocket science. It doesn't mean he was chronically twisted forever by acting the Joker. It doesn't mean he was suicidal or tormented. It doesn't mean he was a junkie, dope-fiend loser from hell.
But, oh, we gotta build that story, we have to make something deep out of it. Suddenly Heath has to get his Dead Hat on. He can choose Dead & Tragic, or Dead & A Junkie Loser. He doesn't get to do just Dead & Fucked-up, that isn't nearly interesting enough – can't write me no eulogies on that one.
If he'd been fat & forty would he have lost the tragic card? Would he only have had the Sad Loser card then? The washed-up actor past his prime?
If he'd fallen down dead on the tennis court would he have had quite the same erotic appeal as naked on his bed waiting for the massage he never got?
It's so sexy. Yes, Heath had the wits to die a sexy death – naked, across the foot of his bed, waiting for Swedish Nympho Masseuse to turn up and deal with a real big stiffy – all the way to his feet and back.
Yes, I think it's tasteless. Tasteless and predatory and pointless. I detest the way he's reduced to a handful of filmic clichés, as if he's become his own plot in a bad B movie – Drug Fiends of Hollywood! Naked & DEAD! His Final Sleep in a NARCOTIC HAZE!
Has anyone seen pictures of the masseur/masseuse? Is he/she sexy? If you have, then of course they are. They only get to play a part in this great mythology we call 'News' if they've been screened by the casting department for The Drama of HIS Life!
Suddenly Heath's life is not his own. He has to become an urban legend for our gratification. We have to make 'sense' of it because he was too young and pretty to die and, of course, he had the world at his feet.
What makes you so sure? For all you know, in the Universe Where Heath Yet Lives, every film he made from the day of his death on was mediocre to crap. Maybe in the next ten years his career went steadily downhill until he was starring in bad sci-fi with Rutger Hauer (he too was once a beautiful demi-god with a shining future), or cheap thrillers with Malcolm McDowell (he too was once a demi-god with…) or Christopher Lambert (he too was once…) – need I go on?
The world is paved with beautiful people who don't die naked in the afternoon and whose beauty, talent, uniqueness goes slowly down the drain like some seeping banal decline. How about Terence Stamp? A man of extraordinary beauty (even now) who has just made more and more dismal films/TV (The Hunger anyone?) which don't even begin to tap the possibilities in him. See? If only he'd had the wits to die naked on his bed at twenty-five.
Living is humdrum, even for beautiful people. Dying is humdrum, even for beautiful people. Our need to turn it into some cheap Hallmark Cards tear-jerking parody of human life is nauseating beyond Chancery's Limited Vocabulary of Nauseating Things.
Heath Ledger was a talented, good-looking boy with a lot of charm and a few weaknesses, just like the rest of us.
Even if he was a drug-fiend of epic proportions it would be nobody's business but his own. If he shot up, snorted and popped on an hourly basis it would still be nobody's business but his own. Drug-taking has to be the ultimate in 'fuck off and bother somebody else' activities. Drunks piss in the streets, vomit on you, annoy you, start fights. The worst most drug addicts do is steal from their families. Annoying as hell for the families but as far as social nuisance goes – minimal.
Sure, every once and a while one mugs an old lady, shoots someone, but you're at no more risk from them than you are from the perfectly sober criminals doing the same things without the aid of narcotics or stimulants – so what's your beef? What the hell business is it of yours what Heath took or didn't take? Do you really suppose you know something about him by the medications he used?
Jesus Christ, get a grip.
On the odd day in the year you'll see me rollicking about the street with dilated pupils and an odd detachment. Stoned again. Of course. And I am. But only to go to the dentist. When I get home I even get naked and pass out over the end of the bed while waiting for a massage. Sometimes I've taken painkillers. Sometimes I take sleeping pills too.
Bingo, there I am, cloning Heath. God, we have so much in common – don't you just feel you really know me now?
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Friday, 08 February 2008
How DANNY Changed my Wife
Just a quick mini-blog to ask you all to go to Waterstones' site and tell the world how DANNY changed your life – which I'm sure it did.
They want fifty words out you on the subject, which is nothing, a mere sentence or two, but quite a challenge to pinpoint all those deep and profound history-shaping moments that DANNY gave you.
Here is the link How DANNY Changed My Life and I Found God.
As you can see, some poor sod from Wales, whose name actually is Timothy Arblaster (which sounds like a character out of Lord of the Rings), managed to have his life changed by… yes, you guessed it, Lord of the Rings. As if that wasn't bad enough, he met his "future wife" (run away, run away now!) on a website (you couldn't make this stuff up), thus saving him from a life of loneliness and solitary masturbation dressed as Gandalf.
Nothing – I repeat – NOTHING you could write could be sadder than this. So, please, go along and gush till your heart's content (if anyone could gush in fifty words). I dare you all to be more and more outrageous, claim outlandish excess, say it inspired you to give away your firstborn children, taught you fisting, prostate massage, or how to lead others to Satan. Of course, you could always just tell the truth.
Whatever DANNY did for you, or to you, please go tell it to the world on Waterstones.
Go on, you know you want to………
P.S. Closing date is the 14th of Feb, so go quickly.
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Sunday, 03 February 2008
BANNED by Amazon.com!
Haven't done a news blog in a while and now there is so much news I can't face writing it all down. So lets speed it up for both of us.
This blog is now syndicated to Amazon.com which means you can read it there. You can also start discussion boards on any of the Amazon sites – just go to any of the DANNY books and you'll see it at the bottom of the page.
For some reason, which we have not yet been able to identify, the I'll be Your Dog edition of 2 has disappeared for Amazon.com's search. We are currently engaged in trying to get someone to tell us why. Whether the Americans have thrown a hissy fit and decided it's too rude and have banned it, we don't know. Hopefully, in about six months maybe, we'll get an answer from someone and even, God forbid, get it fixed.
I did a 'personal appearance' – I think Max sent you all a newsletter to that effect – at the Creative Cultures Scotland 'do' here in happy Aberdeen. I spent most of the evening fielding inane questions, hearing repeatedly "It's a big book, isn't it?" as if I had somehow committed a personal affront by daring to write such a thing when no-one has the attention span for anything longer than half a paragraph (allegedly), plus I sold a few books, of course.
I was perplexingly lucky, in that it was Max who got all the aspiring authors, and the worst thing that happened to me was being asked (again) to do a piece for a week long exhibition/performance/installation event that's going to be staged here in the summer.
I met the organiser at one of Max's art shows recently (he had two running simultaneously) and she had been wanting him to do some art for it. She was sat beside me and I asked her what the show was. It's called Sea, Sand and something else which I've forgotten now, and intends to be a week long extravaganza incorporating all the arts and artists in Aberdeenshire.
Somehow I got into being sounded out to do something for it and me, in my usual off-putting form (yes, I know, but I can't be arsed being sidetracked any longer) made some sardonic quip about "I don't think anyone would really go for the Secret Sex Life of Mermaids" referring to what I'd likely turn out.
Next day she e-mailed to say she was most taken with the idea inspired by my "casual remark" etc, etc, etc (I was joking) and so it's gone on.
Unfortunately every time she brings it up now I am more forcefully reminded of my mother – which isn't helping my enthusiasm. She seems to want me to do something humorous and while DANNY has a lot of humour it is of a decidedly treacle-black nature, and often at someone else's expense.
I think Max sent her a sample from my work, but no doubt she hasn't bothered to read it and is still going about her merry way imagining God knows what about me and mine. I've had a lot of experience in life of people keen to have my talents and then, faced with what comes out of my head, they have anything from full-blown panic attacks to last minute cold feet.
I don't know if I've ever told you this before, but I once had a children's panto taken off me and re-written to censor its content.
No, I'm not kidding and, no, there was no nudity, sex or bad language. It was produced for a Health & Safety initiative and when the committee (made up of police, firemen, St John's Ambulance and the local council, I seem to recall) saw it they freaked at the 'dangerous pranks' that would encourage children to stand on wobbly chairs, stick their hands on cookers and fall over cats.
I refused to censor it on the grounds that it was counter-productive, not to mention downright insane, so they gave it to another cast member (I was also acting in it) and he re-wrote it, removing the 'offensive' passages.
Ironically, it was the highlight of the programme (there were four plays in total), the kids loved it, and every member of the committee came up to me afterwards to congratulate me and to tell me I'd been right and they'd been wrong.
Such, dear people, is the capacity of human beings to not know a good thing till they see it… tangibly… right in front of them… with people applauding and cheering.
I've got so much on my plate right now (DANNY 1 in the U.S., Volume 3 reading/editing, dictating/typing/editing Delaney, plus sounding out TV in the US and designing a publicity campaign for IMDB) that I can't face the thought of putting valuable energy into a project only to experience 'the face' at the end of it, along with the usual "Oh, this isn't how we imagined it" when presented with my take on mermaids' sex life.
Anyway, we'll see. A lot could go wrong between now and September and they might never get the project off the ground. In the meantime I am going to remain stubbornly noncommittal.
More news. I am on the Creative Cultures site both as myself and as a feature on PP and DANNY. Here are the links. Yadda, Yada, Yada About Me and, a little more interesting, Some New Shit about the Book.
What else? The book's on lots of weird new places like Amazon Canada and Japan and some strange site in Italy which I can't read because I don't speak Italian.
There's pictures of me (and Max) on the Artreview.com web site but I'm not giving you a link because I look so fat in them I look like my grandmother, and that is totally unnerving. No need to share it.
That's about it. I'm just about to dictate pad three of Delaney for Gillian and I was wrong about it having no sex in it. So far there's been exactly one blow job, on screen as it were, but the whole thing stinks of it. It is redolent with sex, oozing out of every pore in fact, so if I did turn it into a competition for people to finish it I'm not sure where they'd go with that.
Still not quite sure what to make of it. It's quite good and has strong characters – but I don't know. Again, I have so much to do right now, and some of it very pressing, that it feels too uncertain to take a chance on it. Anyway, I'll finish it first then see.
I'm also in the middle of reading Volume 3 part 2. I've already read part 1 and now I'm in the dark half. Eh, it's a funny book, part 2 – it's dark in a whole different way from any of the others. I'm going to shock you all now and say you haven't really seen the characters with their defences or pretences down like you do in 3. It's like they hit some new kind of low. It also takes some tremendous risks with the book's favourite characters, showing them doing things some readers may not be able to forgive them for.
Ah well, what will be will be.
I wonder, reading 3, if there will be some kind of progression through the books where readers who can't handle certain aspects give up on it. Will there be conversations like, "Oh yes, I loved DANNY 1 & 2, I thought they were great, and I really liked the first half of 3, it seemed to be going into such a positive place, and then it all somehow went sour. I didn't like part 2 at all, far too weird and dark, and I couldn't handle all that kinky abusive stuff with the make-up and the constantly revolving threesomes – beyond bizarre."
Actually, I might quite like that. Be nice to know you could still unnerve someone after 3 volumes.
But it does beggar a question I'd like to put to you all.
For some time now I've been thinking that I really need to split this blog up into ordinary 'Stuff Chancery Wants to Talk About' and in-depth talking about the books. I can't really talk about Volume 3 in here, partly because no-one would get it if they haven't read the first two books, and that would just alienate potential readers, and partly because it would be spoilering of epic proportions. I can't be arsed having to couch everything I say in euphemism (remember the big shiny present?). So I'm going to try putting the in-depth stuff on a separate blog.
What I need to ask you is this:-
I have two options. Live Journal or MySpace. Do you have a preference?
Just before I closed LJ down I bought a paid-for site (I know, the irony), so I have a good location there with plenty of bells and whistles. The big advantage of LJ is it's a good, bug-free site. I can use LJ cuts and/or friend-lock it so that I can talk with no danger of publicising anything that shouldn't be publicised.
On the downside, it's a real piss-ant site. I don't know why, exactly, it just seems to be completely overrun with (let's be honest) annoying fangirls, and it's chief fodder is pulp: pulp TV, pulp comics, pulp movies, pulp fiction, pulp culture. It does have to be said though, that if we were friend-locked that would be of no consequence whatsoever. Also, it's not a publicity site we're talking about here, and if we don't want it to 'recruit' or convert, who else uses the site is fairly irrelevant.
MySpace, on the other hand, simply is not such a user-friendly site. We have a DANNY site already set-up on there that is currently not used. It has the advantage that blog titles only are displayed on the profile page, so we could avoid spoilers that way. The downside is it's buggy. MySpace is more awkward to post blogs onto, is fussy about formats, likes to take over and converts text, is always advertising at you and sending you off places you don't want to go, is thoroughly crap at dealing with problems (I've had an angry fangirl hacking my MySpace account since forever and despite repeated attempts MySpace seems unable to deal with it).
On the upside, it's huge, is used by everyone and his dog (which doesn't much feel like an asset, I have to admit) and has a far broader spectrum of ass-wipes than LJ. At least you get moronic rockers and rappers, porn stars and BBWs (Big Beautiful Women) on there. They kind of de-saccharine it, even if they don't make it any more intelligent.
As I'm completely indifferent either way I'll leave it up to you.
LJ or MySpace? And if you do decide on LJ do you want it friend-locked so that only the cognoscenti can get in? It sounds rather elitist but then, you are an elite, and it does save us having to watch what we say – ever.
Lastly, thanks to everyone who has written or who is planning to write a review. Very much appreciated. If you do write one please go a little mad with it and spend a couple of evenings posting it (or them) all over the internet. You've got Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk, plus Barnes & Noble in the U.S. – the BIG 3, as I think of them. They are always a good foundation.
After that try putting 'reader review' or 'book review' into Google and see if you can find any other book reading sites. There's literally thousands of the little fuckers – some specialist, like crime, romance, gay (all of which you can head DANNY under, as it is all of those things and none of those things), or just general We-Like-to-Read sites.
Spread the word, go forth and evangelise – and get DANNY 3 all the faster.
P.S. Forgot to mention – still recruiting new readers at a rate of 2 male to 1 female. What, exactly, is going down here? (Every pun intended.)
P.P.S. Max has put on a gallery of photos of our stand at the Creative Cultures night - just up to your right there. (ETA [these addenda are going to be longer than the blog] I have now captioned up the photos with all the interesting gossip. Come and see who won Most Sexually Repressed for the evening...)
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Not yet discovered the wonder of The DANNY Quadrilogy? You can check out all the volumes in print now at Poison Pixie where you can read an extract of Volume 1 for FREE! Or start your collection on Amazon here where you can also buy a print sampler, entitled CULT Fiction, containing an introduction to the DANNY series and an excerpt from Volume 1, for only £2.99.
You can also see me in person on my YouTube site (as well as DANNY's various trailers and ads) here or you can see the same material on the Poison Pixie film site where you can also hear our Mr Scratchmann read his delightful comic verse in his podcasts.
Lastly, there is an independent DANNY Discussion Board run by fans, C Stone's DANNY where anyone is welcome to go along and chat about the book till their guts bust.
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