The James Bond soundstage at Pinewood Studios burnt down today. I just saw it on Sky News, all twisted and blackened, the proud “007″ sign on its side scorched and unreadable.
I walked past that soundstage a mere two weeks ago and it made me go all tingly inside, like I was a psychic walking by [...]
Entries from July 2006
Sunday, July 30, 2006
No, Mr Bond, I Expect You To Fry
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Bugatti Brilliance
It’s official: Top Gear is my favourite programme on television right now.* I’ve just watched an episode that made me laugh so much I got a freakin’ stitch in my side. I’m sure if my downstairs neighbours are trying to have a Saturday morning lie-in they’re probably cursing me right now, because I’m [...]
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
To P Or Not To P
I’m on holiday this week. I can’t afford to go anywhere and my flat’s as hot as Satan’s barbecue, but I’m still having a wicked time just hangin’ out, watchin’ DVDs and writin’. (And, it seems, using a lot of apostrophes on the end of words.)
Yesterday I had lunch in South Kensington with my friend [...]
Sunday, July 9, 2006
Grounded
Never check your answerphone messages the morning you’re supposed to get on a plane and fly to New Zealand.
If you do, you may find three frantic messages waiting for you: two left at 2.10am from a frantic film publicist and one left at 7am from your boss, all telling you NOT TO GET ON THE [...]
Thursday, July 6, 2006
Up, Up And Awayyyy…
I fly to Wellington tomorrow. Tonight my friend Paul is coming round to cut and dye my hair (in his words, he’s going to “blonde me up like a teenage Jezebel”, which has got me rather worried) and I really hope I get a good night’s sleep, something I haven’t managed to do all week [...]
