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I am very super extremely happy to announce that wordPLAY is returning for another charity event, this time in aid of Cancer Research UK, on 15th March 2011 (so close to St Patrick’s day you can practically smell the alcohol on my breath.). We’re in the process of confirming the line-up, but it’s looking pretty special.

Once again, I will be hosting, and will try to be a little less flustered, a little more prepared, and not at all inclined to refer to everything, absolutely everything, as “lovely”*, when I blank on every other adjective under the unrelenting, staring eyes of our beloved audience. After the November event, someone came up to me and told me how funny I had been, adding, of course, anything you say would be funny in your accent. THANKS. So I’m aiming for a slight improvement on that.

BUT YES THIS IS VERY GOOD NEWS! I haven’t heard good news like this since yer one strolled down the other side of Mount Sinai (Bible reference).

P.s. I love parentheses.

* except for when I referred to myself as being “shite”. Just to switch things up a bit.

The Futureheads did a Christmas song. It is predictably excellent.

I love the Futureheads. Aside from being a really, genuinely great band, and probably the best live act I’ve ever seen, I admire how they cut ties with their big record company and gave up the payday to make the music they wanted to make (to whit: really really good). Make art, not money and that. And also, I love them.

In fact, I saw them tonight in the Forum in London (honestly, I have no idea where I was, but it was London.) and they remain spectacular. Their harmonies make my face explode with pleasure. I kept noticing myself just grinning like a lunatic. I was giddy. And in support, The Young Knives, who I’ve been trying to see since about 2005 (six years? Jesus!), and who were also outstanding, and oh fuck it, let’s have a video for them too.

Turn Tail, completely magnificent. According to Henry, it’s been on tv ads, but lacking regular access to a television for the past three years or so, I’ve missed that pleasure.

And we might as well have another Futureheads one, since News and Tributes is in my top two albums of all time. I like Beginning of the Twist because of the terrifyingly aggressive delivery of the really quite romantic lyric “let’s get it started with a kiss”. But here’s Skip To The End instead, because it’s aces:

I was meant to actually say something here, but I think I’ve gone off the point slightly. New post it is then…

I am quite sleepy, but between illsnesses and 7 hours of travel and being back to work and generally ennui (that ol’ thing), I suddenly had a revelation about my 2010 retrospective. Not to diminish “Four Lions”, as it is extremely wonderful, but the film that has been bouncing around my headspace since I saw it (apart from when I was compiling my dorky list) was Greek director Giorgos Lanthimos’s Dogtooth.

Three children have been raised behind the walls of their family home, away from the influence of the outside world. Their father insists they remain there until they lose their dog tooth, a sign that they have reached maturity. He warns them that if they attempt to leave before then, they face the mercy of bloodthirsty cats that killed their brother. He and their mother educate them, teaching them that the tiny yellow flowers that blossom in their gardens are called “zombies”, and that the planes that circle overhead are the size of a child’s toy. When their father introduces a workmate to deal with the sexual urges of their son, she smuggles in VHS tapes of popular films, poisoning their minds with their first experiences of western culture – including Flashdance:

It is strange, shocking, dark, humorous and magnificent, a sordid world fully realised in all its stifling weird misery. I cursed myself when I watched it. It was such a brilliant idea – why didn’t I think of it first? But I doubt I could craft something so twisted, authentic and complete. So instead I make blog posts about it. Super.