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There is one scene in Nights at the Circus, close to the end, when a giant two-sided mirror spins on stage while smoke spills underneath it, strobe lights flicker from the sides and spotlights run over the faces in the audience. It can make you want to reach for the paper bag; it can make you feel so queasy that not even a tuna & cheese melt from Liverpool's Weatherspoons can calm your stomach, nor a coca-cola bottle at the launch party for the label defDrive set you straight.
But I don't regret seeing Nights at the Circus. It was like the best of Angela Carter's short stories; it had a cute guy in wet underwear, an abusive clown, tigers, singing, buckets on fire, and a pig sooooo cute you just wanted to "roll her in chocolate and call her a truffle." And Kevin got to meet two of my co-workers, and we got to see something at the Lyric Hammersmith for the first time, and I let myself be seduced by the music, and we weren't too harsh on what we saw as the play's weak points.
It was a mistake, however, to go to defDrive's party at the Great Eastern Hotel. We arrived late, I couldn't drink (because of my antibiotics), and the smell of pot drove me into sad paranoia. Half an hour of standing by a column, jackets on, watching skinny gay men dancing to piercing dance music, then the last tube home, a walk through the desolate office buildings by Paddington's canal, pissing on the stones because I couldn't wait until home, and the happy news on arrival that Chantelle had won Celebrity Big Brother.
Davina: Chantelle, please don't change.
Chantelle: I won't change. I don't even know how to change! I'm just little old me.
And a nation's heart goes bust.
But I don't regret seeing Nights at the Circus. It was like the best of Angela Carter's short stories; it had a cute guy in wet underwear, an abusive clown, tigers, singing, buckets on fire, and a pig sooooo cute you just wanted to "roll her in chocolate and call her a truffle." And Kevin got to meet two of my co-workers, and we got to see something at the Lyric Hammersmith for the first time, and I let myself be seduced by the music, and we weren't too harsh on what we saw as the play's weak points.
It was a mistake, however, to go to defDrive's party at the Great Eastern Hotel. We arrived late, I couldn't drink (because of my antibiotics), and the smell of pot drove me into sad paranoia. Half an hour of standing by a column, jackets on, watching skinny gay men dancing to piercing dance music, then the last tube home, a walk through the desolate office buildings by Paddington's canal, pissing on the stones because I couldn't wait until home, and the happy news on arrival that Chantelle had won Celebrity Big Brother.
Chantelle: I won't change. I don't even know how to change! I'm just little old me.
And a nation's heart goes bust.
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on 2006-01-28 04:21 pm (UTC)I haven't watched Celebrity Big Brother although I briefly caught the ending, where Chantelle won and thought it was kind of ironic, given she wasn't a celebrity...
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on 2006-01-28 04:39 pm (UTC)I think you and
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on 2007-01-17 02:27 pm (UTC)Would you like to be friends? I enjoy your thoughts and references.
Are you currently watching this season of Celebrity Big Brother?
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on 2007-01-18 08:18 am (UTC)I haven't been watching this Big Brother because I was on holiday in Canada when it started. I always tend to get sucked in, my life revolving around the show, so I decided this year not to watch it and see what happens. Turns out I'm not missing it very much, despite all the controversy on the papers.
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