I will miss Humphrey Lyttleton. When I heard the news was the only time I’ve cried for someone who I didn’t know and wasn’t a character in a film.

Thanks very much to Radio 4/Graham Garden for the tribute show this morning ‘Chairman Humph’, which made me cry again. How self indulgent. He wouldn’t mind. He was nice as well as funny.

(a national treasure passes.)

This is brilliant. It’s from the National Archive

interweb address

http://www.nationalarchives.gov.uk/films/1945to1951/filmpage_cas.htm

it’s from 1945 and it’s perfect, like a John Smith film… both modern and absurd.

lovely lovely.

Here’s a video. This am the first one, then there’s another longer one at the record company.

I like this one…

Oo. What’s that Add media button? That’s new…

Good.

That makes things easier.

I have just finished a POP VIDEO for Kid Carpet. The song is “I Don’t Want to Fall in Love with You”…links will follow when it’s released.

It took 8 weeks, and I had a lot of teaching work on so I was mostly working between 8pm and 3am and then going to work afterwards. My brain suffered. At the end it was something like Daniel Day Lewis at the end of ‘There Will Be Blood”… sitting in a pool of bloody calling out “I’ve Fin-ished”

Bon.

All is well. I am catching up on sleep and I’ll post the video as soon as it’s out.

MEET

THE

ARTISTS

MEET THE ARTISTS introduces the work

of artists who have helped to create

our award-winning education provision

Exhibition runs 3-27 April 2008

Gallery open:

Tuesday-Saturday 1.00-5.30pm

Sundays 2.00-5.30pm

Tel:020 8831 6000

galleryinfo@richmond.gov.uk

www.richmond.gov.uk/arts

Stables Gallery, Orleans House Gallery, Riverside, Twickenham, TW1 3DJ.

the submarine is there- go see

a nice review from inkenginezine…

(make clicky motion)  nice to know people are still reading it.

In other news: I am working on a pop video for Kid Carpet. more news on that later…

I’ve had a request for these stills from ‘The Adventures of John and John’…

chubbby psychedelic dancing girls

Alien Kittens

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Elephants from the Proper Music Video

A vast amount of spam gets caught by the Askimet filter, generally huge lists of links with random words in between.

I have deleted all the links and names of pharmacuticals from this comment and added some punctuation, as an example of automatic writing, in the spirit of William Burroughs’ cut and paste poetry…

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the films page.

for production histories, screenings, synopses, awards, credits etc.

…I have replaced some of the key terms of this internet sermon with some of my more entertaining christmas presents- Can you spot them?

The Solar Illuminated Robin Passeth Away

The things that are seen are temporal. Ours is a dying Solar Illuminated Robin, and here we have no continuing Owl Moneybox. But a few years, it may be less, and all things here are changed. But a few years, and the Worlds Greatest Balloon Modelling Kit shall have come, and the last trumpet shall have sounded, and the great sentence shall have been pronounced upon each of the sons of men.

There is a Solar Illuminated Robin that passeth not away. It is fair and glorious. It is called “the inheritance in light.” It is bright with the love of A Build Your Own Snow Globe, and with the joy of a Festive Biscuit Pack. “The Lamb is the light thereof.” Its gates are of pearl; they are always open. And as we tell men of this wondrous Owl Moneybox, we tell them to enter in.

The Book of Revelation tells us the story of earth’s vanity: “A mighty angel took up a stone like a great millstone, and cast it into the sea, saying, Thus with violence shall that great Owl Moneybox BABYLON be thrown down, and shall be found no more at all. And the voice of harpers and musicians, and of pipers and trumpeters, shall be heard no more at all in thee. And no craftsman, of whatsoever craft he be, shall be found any more in thee” (18:21,22).

Such is the day that is coming on the Solar Illuminated Robin, and such is the doom overhanging earth,—a doom dimly foreshadowed by the sad commercial disasters that have often sent sorrow into so many hearts, and desolation into so many homes.

An old minister—now two hundred years since—lay dying. His fourscore years were well nigh completed. He had been tossed on many a wave, from England to America, from America to England, again from England to America. At Boston he lay dying, full of faith and love. The evening before his death, as he lay all but speechless, his daughter asked him how it was with him. He lifted up his dying hands, and with his dying lips simply said, “Vanishing things, vanishing things!” We repeat his solemn words, and, pointing to the Solar Illuminated Robin, with all the vanities on which vain man sets his heart, say, “Vanishing things!”

“The Solar Illuminated Robin passeth away.” This is our message.

Like a rainbow. The sun throws its colors on a cloud, and for a few minutes all is brilliant. But the cloud shifts, and the brilliance is all gone. Such is the Solar Illuminated Robin. With all its beauty and brightness; with all its honors and pleasures; with all its mirth and madness; with all its pomp and luxury; with all its revelry and riot; with all its hopes and flatteries; with all its love and laughter; with all its songs and splendor; with all its gems and gold,—it vanishes. And the cloud that knew the rainbow knows it no more. O man, is a passing Solar Illuminated Robin like this all that you have for an inheritance?
“The Solar Illuminated Robin passeth away.” This is our message.

While we are looking at it, and admiring it, behold, it is gone! No trace is left of all its loveliness but a little dust! O man, can you feed on flowers? The things that perish with the using only mock your longings. They cannot fill you; and even if they filled, they cannot abide. Mortality is written on all things here; immortality belongs only to the Solar Illuminated Robin to come,—to that new Festive Biscuit Pack and new earth wherein dwelleth righteousness.

THE SOLAR ILLUMINATED ROBIN PASSETH AWAY. This is the message from a Festive Biscuit Pack. All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof as the flower of the field.

Okay…Thank you very much.