Film lift hair

[zotz]

Last night I went to the cinema with surje, gothslut and deliberateblank to see The Hours (a truly excellent film - I won't review it because I'm sure you've all been told far too many times why you should love it. Can I just say that it's a tragedy that there's only one Best Actress Oscar per year?) and the new Alex Cox film, The Revenger's Tragedy.

This is Very Much an Alex Cox film. Energetic, heavy-handed and chaotic - in various ways exactly the opposite of The Hours, which is subtle and controlled throughout. Derek Jacobi and Eddie Izzard were both impressive, but obviously Christopher Ecclestone walked off with it - well, asking him to do a Grim Northern Bastard is hardly casting against type, is it?

Today I used the nearest lift to our office for the first time. Usually I walk up the side of the building or use the stairs, but I was in the middle of a chat. It was pointed out to us lately that this lift has a problem. It forgets which floor it's at, and then refuses to answer requests until it has sunk on its hydraulics onto its bottom rest, which can take a few hours.

A lift which gets confused and sulks? Douglas Adams would be proud.

Captain's log, supplemental:

I've just realised that my hair's almost long enough. The plan, of course, is to grow it long enuogh that I can have a Leningrad Cowboys quiff - defined here as being one I can't actually reach the end of. I seem to only be about three inches short of this, which is a lot closer than I had thought. I have the black suit, so in due course I'll be looking for dark shades and winklepickers . . .

Comments

lifts

[gingiber.livejournal.com]

Oh that is so good. Do they all go and hide in the basement together aswell :)

Hopeing to see the hours next week.

Re: lifts

[zotz]

I'm afraid they're solitary creatures. Although there are four of them, they sit separately at intervals down the building. And we don't actually have a basement for this one. The other ones do have a basement, but they all seem to be a different model (although they all do seem to be Schindler's Lifts) and so probably don't have the same problem.

And yes, do go to see The Hours. I should probably mail Myf and tell her not to, though - it's the sort of film she used to hit me for taking her to.

[sheepthief.livejournal.com]

Good luck with the winklepickers. And if you find some please let me know! But didn't the Leningrad cowboys wear pointy boots?

There was a guy in Stoke in the mid-80's with a quiff that he could only just reach the end of. Not the sort of person you'd tap on the shoulder from behind.

[zotz]

I'll let you know, although this may involve borrowing a pair of a friend. I can't remember whether authenticity would demand shoes or boots - I'll take what I can find, frankly.

[sheepthief.livejournal.com]

I have some black suede lace-up shoes, size... eight I think. They're a bit knackered but you're welcome to borrow them. It was bed enough when I couldn't get red ones any more, but these days you can't get anything other than boots with zips it seems. =:-/

[sheepthief.livejournal.com]

D'oh. From out very own Doktor Joy... http://www.gothboots.co.uk/boots/FW109.php
(I wonder if you can dye white leather black?)

[valkyriekaren.livejournal.com]

best place is the vintage clothing places round the back of Camden Market (the bit with the archways).

[nmg.livejournal.com]

A Leningrad Cowboys-style quiff would be a thing to behold indeed. As long as you're not the dead one in the beer cooler, I'm sure it'll be fine.

[zotz]

As long as you're not the dead one in the beer cooler

I'm not going to prejudge that one. Time will tell.

Lifts

[lzz.livejournal.com]

What do you mean, you walk up the side of the building?

(If it's boring, please don't enlighten me, as I don't want my current image of you as Spiderman shattered).

Re: Lifts

[zotz]

No, you're quite right. The sides of the building are my pavements. It was a special gift after rescuing so many of them from various flatmates. For my next trick, I aim to adopt the special properties of LPs - turning slowly on the spot for hours like a very languid dervish.