Wednesday, 20 January 2010

Better and Better...

My mistake, fundamentally, was in assuming that nothing else could go wrong. I see that now.

It’s actually pretty amazing to reflect on the level of arrogant optimism I betrayed in my last blog post. Needless to say, normal service has not been resumed. The date we were given by our nameless major telecommunications company of the 18th of January is now revealed as a hoax, having whistled past without incident on Monday. No sign of any engineers, no phone connection and no chance of getting an internet service hooked up this month.

Frankly, if I weren’t enjoying the change of pace and scenery here so damn much, I’d probably be pretty upset right now.

Ashford, as it turns out, is a delightful little town. It’s familiar enough terrain for a former East Ender to feel at home here (particularly one who grew up in nearby Folkestone), but there’s enough going on that’s different to retain the novelty value for a good long while. In many ways, it’s as if someone hoovered Canterbury.

Also, there’s a fucking great WWI tank in the town centre – apparently a permanent resident. How rock is that?

I’m writing again, in between building flat-pack furniture and swearing at phone companies who miss appointments because the cabling they’d allocated for hooking up your house has been stolen by magpies or something.

In fact, I’ve just completed a first draft script for The Morlock Manifesto, a six-pager for Accent UK’s upcoming Victoriana anthology. I’ve got Nic Wilkinson on art for this one, making this the first time we’ve teamed up as co-creators since Remember This Moment. Nic seems pretty excited about the project, and I’ve been impressed by Accent books in the past so it’s deeply cool to be kicking off 2010 with a submission for them.

With that script done I’m now looking at the first chapter of Cancertown: Blasphemous Tumours. The arrival of the first book on the PSN download store has, I’m told, been a raging success – although I’m not allowed to talk about numbers just yet as they haven’t been officially announced. Once again, though, I’m completely knocked out by the enthusiasm that has greeted The Little Book That Could. I’m also thoroughly pumped about writing the second volume.

Went to see Avatar a little while back. Without question, that film has the most relentlessly, ambitiously awful script I’ve ever witnessed from a major production company. I’ve never seen a movie so desperate to pummel its audiences in the face with a rock-stupid avalanche of smugness and clichés. I’m prepared to bet that Alvin & the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel has a more original and persuasive message, although I’m not actually prepared to pay for a ticket to see if that’s true...

If you were to ignore Avatar’s fuck-awful script and the jarring visual and stylistic clash between the live-action characters and the sub-Heavy Metal world of the cat people (frankly, Who Framed Roger Rabbit? blended more realistically), you’d be left with a paint-by-numbers 3D film. Ultimately, all a 3D film needs to be watchable is stuff whizzing about all over the place. Avatar has that, which is about the only wholly positive thing I can think to say about it. I literally can’t think of a single reason to see it in 2D. Talk to Nic if you want something more uplifting. She liked it more than I did.

On the other hand, we also saw Sherlock Holmes, which was way better than anticipated. Swings and roundabouts.

It now looks like mid-February is the earliest guess at a resolution to my current internet drought. Plenty of opportunity for things to go wrong between now and then, though. Back as and when circumstances permit it. Don’t do anything crazy while I’m away.


  1. Heh. We don't always see eye to eye when it comes to films, but on this one I'm right there with you.

  2. Avatar makes it very clear that humans regressing as fast as possible is a good thing, as the species is too destructive to be allowed off planet. See there is a positive to the film. Although I did already know that so I suppose technically it was a waste of a couple of hours, but the Sky ad was very pretty.


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