Seinfeld: The Vampire ...

TV Enjoy this old SNL Seinfeld parody from 1988 which turned up on their feed at the weekend back when Sarah Michelle Gellar hosted. The audience sound like they're in a coma, but it's pitch perfect. The vampire appliances look like they were created by the same team as Buffy and Angel.


Music The other night I discovered a new classic music station out of New York, WQXR. It's wall to wall music broken only by local news broadcasts on the hour, brief adverts for itself and sponsor notations read by the DJs. 

There's also a connected live stream called New Sounds which seems like twenty-four hour Late Junction which I've been dipping in and out of although it requires a bit more concentration.

Here is your SIB monthly news update.

Life As I mentioned in passing in a Tate Liverpool exhibition review, some time in May the bowel on the left side of my crotch made a bid for freedom leading to another inguinal hernia matching the escape attempt on my right side in 2013.  Fortunately the operation was scheduled more speedily than back then and so I returned to the Spire hospital just down the road from home about a week and a half ago for the second inguinal hernia repair of my life.

The process was much the same but faster due to newer techniques.  The whole process only took about seven hours, the bulk of which was preparation and recovery; the operation itself lasted twenty minutes.  The recuperation has been faster too due to the mesh they insert being lighter and less invasive.  This time last week I could barely walk.  Yesterday, I went out and bought a newspaper and a crumpet loaf albeit in a taxi there and back.  With the driver opening the door for me.

Back in 2013, I spent the whole process watching Doctor Who, the day after surgery spent in the company of Survival, Seek Out Science, Dimensions in Time, the TV Movie and Rose.  On this occasion I've felt less able to simply lie in bed for hours on end.  But I've managed to polish off the perfectly fine third series of Stranger Things with the rest of the time in the company of franchises and their blu-ray special features, including Mission Impossible and The Hunger Games.

Last night, I embarked on Twiglet, some of the first film being incredibly poor, the romance scenes in the middle somehow even more goddawfully sickening than the many waterfalls of Attack of the Clones.  The Cullen family feels like a far more intriguing set of characters than either Bella or Edward and the film only kicks into gear in the final half.  If only the story had been told from their POV, their reaction to the notional son bringing a human girl home for "dinner".

Apparently it'll take up to a month for me to be completely mobile which is fine, although I'm also not supposed to sit or lie down in one place for too long, so that's a paradox.  I'm wearing anti-thrombosis socks for the duration so thank goodness they weather's been cooler this past couple of days.  Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and stand up for a while, hopefully without the area around my particulars stinging too much.

Rip Tide.

Books The first of the Eighth Doctor novellas published by TELOS, Rip Tide is also the most accessible. Told from the convincing point of view of a late-teen in a Cornish fishing village, apart from a couple of swears it would fit just as well amongst the YA tie-ins to the revived television series, with its low stakes storyline and attention to detailing contemporary Earth. Seventeen year old Nina becomes suspicious of Ruth, journalist who's hanging around with her big brother Steve, a lifeboatman recently involved in an incident with a body which has been washed against the shore who is slowly becoming weaker in something which resembles radiation poisoning.  Eventually the Doctor becomes involved and the two of them work towards a solution.  If that sounds a bit vague, it's because the plot is gossamer thin that anything else would be a spoiler.  Now that I think about it, Rip Tide's also structured in much the same way as Rose, with this mysterious bloke hovering in the background until he isn't, although in this case rather than giving speeches about the turn of the world, he's inviting her into the TARDIS and burbling about Gallifrey from the off.  Writer Louise Cooper's Eighth Doctor is a bit generic in the "my dear girl" sense, showing signs of having been written based on a viewing of just the TV Movie and some memories of the classic series rather than a deep knowledge of the BBC Books or Big Finish audios.  Which is oddly enough quite refreshing because who is the Eighth Doctor anyway?  Placement: In Sam's Greenpiece interregnum.  I beginning to think of that period as when Eighth travelled alone for a bit getting used to this incarnation after the initial traumas.

The Legacy of Time.

Audio The Legacy of Time is Big Finish's giant 20th anniversary Whogasm, an epic six-part story set across time and space bringing together characters from the classic series, revival and the audio company's own creations.  As with previous similar efforts it shows the company at its most ambitiously self referential, entirely accepting of the ludicrousness of the endeavour and for the most part providing just the sort of continuity references the television series is and should be reticent to deliver.  Reader, I squeed in a way I haven't squeed since 2013.  Eighth appears in two of the installments and is adjacent to another.  Full synopses of the other installments at Big Finish's sales page.  Time and again you'll ask yourself, "They recorded that?"  Yes, yes they did and it's brilliant, so brilliant that I'm going to break format a little bit and crack open a few more paragraphs.

Lies in Ruins

Each of the episodes opens with the title music for its particular era and after the first meeting of River Song and Bernice Summerfield when the Time War theme plays in we can tell already that the Eighth who appears here will be from close to the end of his life.  Sure enough, this is Eighth at his most fractured, the conflict having triggered an existential crisis that causes him to even forget his two friends.  He's essentially become the "future" version we heard in the Mary Shelley portion of A Company of Friends.  As River explains to Benny, this incarnation of the Doctor has lived a very, very long time (although given the number of missing stories and interpolations which have been added to the lives of the other incarnations over the years, that's probably true of all them).

The focus of the story stays with the archaeologists for the most part and their reaction to his new companion Ria (James Goss poignantly borrowing an idea Paul Abbott had for the slot in the 2005 tv series ultimately filled by Boomtown) (#spoilers) and their reaction to just how much their friend has changed.  Make no mistake, this is the outlier Eighth Doctor, the one who crops up now and then, in places like The Ancestor Cell, Scherzo and Dark Eyes when he's experienced a crisis so large and of a kind which his predecessors rarely have and he's simply broken.  Much like his successors, he feels everything.  If the Fifth Doctor had reacted like this about the death of Adric, Tegan and Turlough would have been stuck on the Eye of Orion watching him meditate forever.

So whilst on the one hand this pitches itself as the long awaited meeting of River and Bernice (even though it isn't really for spoiler reasons) it's also an explanation for how the Eighth Doctor became almost the version who turns up in his regeneration story having realised that it's about time he became involved.  In placement terms, I'm not sure if this means were supposed to assume this happens before or after the Big Finish boxed sets (and James Goss says that it's deliberately left unspecified), but I'm going to be bold and say its afterwards, that we're supposed to assume this is as close as odds to Night of the Doctor as we're likely to get.  That said, with the status quo as it is at the end, there's definitely some wiggle room for some more adventures.

The Avenues of Possibility

It's not really a spoiler to say that The Legacy of Time does not give us the long awaited reunion of Charley and Eighth, each discovering that the other is either alive or not in fact in a grump with him.  Instead we have this squeesome addition to the Edwardian adventuress's time with Sixy, a period which wouldn't otherwise merit a mention here, except for a stunning moment, and this is a spoiler, when she has to tell Eighth's predecessor all about their adventures together.  A continuity festival (of death) heavy on their first two seasons together, writer Jonathan (The Tomorrow Windows) Morris offering a pretty deep dive which had me punching the air.

It's hard to credit that some of these stories were recorded in just a couple of weeks nearly twenty years ago and that Charley originally began travelling with Sixth back in 2008, such is the longevity of the Big Finish enclave of the franchise.  India Fisher is utterly brilliant here as Charley recalls some of the good and bad times, finally able to tell this other incarnation all the things she's been wanting to, the story fitting perfectly in that "era".  But good lord, with Lucie Miller back in boxed sets, any chance of some new Eighth and Charley stories too?  Or at least something to resolve that cliffhanger?  Please?

Collision Course

As with all similar multi-Doctor stories, the Eighth Doctor turns up at the end to lend a hand.  Despite the man depicted on the cover and in his own episode, this doesn't feel like the Time War version, assuming you can tell as much from the few lines of dialogue he has here.  If anything, at least one joke suggests he's from a much earlier period but I really don't know.  So I'll still put it with the Time War stories anyway. if only because it looks neater.  To be honest he's rather overshadowed by other cameos, but I think to reveal how here would be unfair.  I'll just end by wishing Big Finish a happy birthday and to thank them for all the fan service they've supplied to us across the years.

The Sugababes pull into a garage.

Music Some quick news while I wait for the Muller Hearings. The original Sugababes lineup are reforming to celebrate their 20th anniversary:
"In a statement to Metro, DJ Spoony confirmed Sugababes had recorded the track for Garage Classical, which is out on September 6. He said: "At the time when UK Garage was in its prime the original Sugababes were one of the biggest pop bands in the country. I know Keisha and Mutya personally and I know how much they’ve always loved garage because they were always at events like Twice as Nice back in the day."
So that's nice.

Decorative Purposes (Short Trips: The Ghosts of Christmas).

Books Happy Christmas! Such are the vagaries of catching up on all of these Big Finish short stories, that those printed in these annual yuletide anthologies will crop at unseasonable moments. Although given that plenty of the festive episode of the television series have been recorded in the Summer, it's not that unseasonable.  Eddie Robson's tale shares some of the features of a drama designed to slot between two episodes of Eastenders (as was the case in 2007), a magical forest, a giant spaceship in danger and an alien planet covered in snow.  It's also incredibly charming, with chocolate money literally growing on trees and Lucie commanding a regiment of ingenious fairies against the antagonists.  She's joined by a ship's orderly Sabine, who narrates the story of them working together to solves the various mysteries they encounter.  Eddie wrote some of the best of the Eighth & Lucie audios so as you might expect, he captures their relationship perfectly in just a few sentences, passing the six laugh test easily across its few pages.  Placement: Between the first and second seasons, which seems to be the place to put any of these stories were the Doctor and Lucie are just out there having adventures before their friendship fractures.

Fantastic Four casting suggestions.

Film The last few days at the San Diego Comic-Con have been as they say quite a lot (if sertraline hadn't blocked up my tear ducts I would have sobbed through the Picard trailer) but perhaps of most excitement is the announcement that the Fantastic Four will be joining the MCU. My hope is for a straight start, Stark Tower having been sold to Reed Richards and redesignated Freedom Plaza and the gang receiving their powers in a cosmic storm during a space rocket flight or some such.

But it is going to be an absolute bugger to cast.  Apart from the MCU having already absorbed a lot of actors already, the previous versions of the films have already got some of the casting right already, albeit in shonky productions.  With that in mind, here are my guesses as to who will play the Fab Four.

Reed Richards -- Anson Mount

Sue Storm -- Blake Lively

Johnny Storm -- Joe Keery

Ben Grimm -- Zach Galifianakis

Since this blog isn't in the link dump at the bottom of a news article, I shall not be justifying these selections at length. Other than that a few of them may be busy and/or not famous enough.  Also that it's unlike that the MCU would cast actors who look like their comics origins now, perhaps even gender flipping one of the characters.  It's clobberin' time, anyway.

The Eye of the Tyger.

Books Back to the special collections and archive this morning to read another of the ultra rare TELOS Publishing novellas, hard-sf author Paul McAuley's single contribution to Doctor Who. A strange mix of Survival, TNG's Identity Crisis and Gungha-Din, it offers us the first person testimony of Fyne, a colonial police officer infected by nanites which are slowly turning him into a chimera of the predator at the centre of William Blake's The Tyger. After a atmospherically drawn opening, set via flashbacks in post-Great War British Empire India, the Doctor attempts a jump from Earth to find an intergalactic hospital which might find a cure. Instead he and Fyne land on a generational colony ship at war with itself, trapped in the orbit of a black hole, prefiguring the BDO in Twice Upon a Time, including the slippery timestreams within.  From there we have a straight down the line accessible but cliched piece of spin-off fiction which would make just as much sense as a minor Big Finish Short Trip reading, assuming they're ok with the erotic subtext of Survival becoming text and the Eighth Doctor acting a bit out of character in places, saying things like "my dear fellow ..." and using his TARDIS as an ambulance (if only his Eleventh incarnation had been that liberal, perhaps Abigail might have survived).  Not awful, but suggests the author doesn't quite understand Doctor Who's unique chemical formula.  Placement:  Early.  I'll slot in after Spore because they feel of a piece.

Fallen Gods.

Books Back when I was visiting north west regional art collections, I eventually had to commute to the Lake District for three days to cover the remotest venues in the cheapest was possible. Reading the Telos Publishing novella Fallen Gods was this mission's equivalent of that. So rare is it that I spent today in the special collections room of an academic library bing reading through it, unable to justify spending the £50 it otherwise costs second hand on Amazon.  In keeping with other titles during the Wilderness years, it's a litfic experiment, in which the locale dictates the format.  Set during the Minoan age (although also implied to be a pocket universe), it's aesthetically like a Victorian translation of Ovid or Virgil, ignoring more accessible punctuation (not a speech mark in sight) and language in favour of allusive poetry which challenges the concentration of the reader [the old BBC website has an extract].  At first, the underlying story is pretty simplistic in structure, giant fiery monsters from the sky, the Doctor educating a local with the necessary skills to fight the thing.  But everything becomes gradually darker and although the the Eighth Doctor is present and correct, as it should be given the authors are Jon Blum and Kate Orman of EDA fame (not least when he's entertaining the surfs singing Yellow Submarine), his actions becoming increasingly questionable if understandable in the circumstances.  Thematically, we're in the area of how we should react when we learn that lifestyle within which we've become accustomed is as a result of the misery of others and how so often it's with a shrug.  Honestly, it's also a book which requires multiple reads in order get the full experience, which is the diplomatic way of me saying that I found it a bit of a slog.  Which I just have anyway.  Placement: The Doctor says he has companions waiting for him in the TARDIS (in a roundabout way) and seems to have all of his memories.  But he also refers to only having one heart so it seems like it has to be set after The Gallifrey Chronicles.

Architects Assembled.

Liverpool Life  'Five years to do 10 chuffing houses!' – meet the guerrilla gardeners of Granby:
"There are still a few tinned-up buildings on the street, but the CLT homes now stand out with smartly painted bay windows in chalky shades of blue, green and grey, providing homes for those most in need at affordable rents that will be tied to local wages for ever. Half of the houses were for sale and half for rent, priced at £99,000 to buy or £480 per month to rent – almost half the amount being charged by private landlords in the Welsh Streets nearby."There's more about the gardens
There are more photos and information at creator Assembly's own website.

Operation Night Watch.

Art Rijksmuseum have begun their restoration of Rembrandt's The Night Watch which, thanks to a giant glass wall, can be witnessed by visitors.

Find above an online Q&A about the start of the exhibition-cum-Twilight Zone episode.

This used to be an embedded timelapse of the creation of the space, which for someone who's fascinated by curatorial processes and how art handlers work, was a glance behind the walls and doors which usually obscure this kind of process.

But curiously this has been taken down, I can only assume because it gave away a little bit too much about the security elements which had been put in place to protect the painting.

The Rjiksmuseum also has full video of the Kick-Off Symposium with its lectures about the state of the painting and the work which is to be carried out:

Although BBC News says that the process is to be streamed online, as of writing the webcam doesn't seem to have been turned on.

"platform (n)"

Web How to speak Silicon Valley: 53 essential tech-bro terms explained - an often funny, incredibly useful jargon guide:
"bootstrap (v) – To start a company without venture capital. The only option for the vast majority of people who start companies, but a point of pride for the tiny subset of entrepreneurs who have access to venture capital and eschew it. “My dad is friends with Tim Draper but I wanted to do something on my own so I’m bootstrapping” – a tech bro."
The a link in the entry on AI led me to the revelation that we're now in a world where "real" humans are being hired to pretend to be chatbots.   [via LMG]

The Macra Does Exist.

TV Although I didn't enjoy everything about animated version of Doctor Who's The Macra Terror, I understood that such things as the scene omissions and the way the scenes often stray wildly from the telesnaps were as a result of the production schedule and budget.

This brilliant making of explains just how difficult it is to create these animations, featuring short essays by most of the key creatives.

 Here's Charles Norton on thinking through how the project would even work:
"... when Paul first started talking about tackling another of these projects around Christmas 2017, we all had certain reservations. A project of this scale really needed a full year of production time or as close to it as reasonably possible. It ideally needed to have the resources to cover an all-under-one-roof team of character animators. We needed dedicated production and studio managers, so that the director could really just concentrate on actually directing and not everything else. This is far closer to how such shows are run in the States. The way Warner Brothers make their straight-to-DVD Batman animations, for instance. The idea there is to sub-contract out much of the heavy-lifting 'grunt-work' of character animation, leaving your core creative team to concentrate primarily on story direction and design."
In any case, it's better than whatever was going on in the Reign of Terror animation.

Far Away, So Close. From Home.

Film Seeing Apollo 11 at FACT's Picturehouse on Monday was a bit of debacle. The aircon had  broken down in screens one and two, their answer which being to install giant industrial fans at the front of the auditorium which hammered away all the way through the adverts. As you can imagine I couldn't settle and as my anxiety began to coalesce in my stomach about having to endure the noise during a film which was surely going to have periods of silence, I left the screen and approached a staff member. 

I explained to him it sounded like a jet engine, which it did. He informed me that the room would be like an oven so they would not be turning it off and the best he could offer was a refund. Which I took, of course.

I tried sitting back down and relaxing, the thing kept hammering away, not apparently bothering anyone else, but of course I'm me and considered leaving and watching the screening at the Odeon an hour later. As the noise continued in the background of the trailers, I decided that's what I'd do.

But as I was heading up the stairs to the exit, the staff person entered and sheepishly walked to the front of the screen and turned the fan off, his manager standing at the top, leaning against the back chairs.

"My manager's agreed to turn the fan off during the film ..." the staff member said to me as he passed by.

So I stayed and went back to the box office on my way out to pay again, despite having spent much of the first half of the film with all of this rolling about the insides of my brain and the picture looking like it wasn't being projected properly because the masking curtains as they explained were broken too.  Plus as ever the fire exit sign blurted light across the bottom left hand side of the screen, giving space a light green hue.  If only they'd used a less transparent design for this important safety feature.

After this mess I decided, after many years of seeing the MCU at FACT, that I'd brave the World of Cine at Speke instead for Spider-Man: Far From Home. I knew what I was signing up for and sure enough there were screaming children (which I couldn't begrudge due to them all being dressed in Spider-man pyjamas) and half the audience walking in front of the screen to get to the toilet. One bloke was gone for at least ten minutes during one of the key exposition scenes. God knows if he could follow the plot once he returned, assuming he was bothered with it anyway.

Short review: It's as entertaining as most second tier MCU films, essentially Eurotrip with superheroes, embracing that film's stereotypical approach to nationalities and featuring very well known British television actors of the "Who's in it from Doctor Who?" persuasion. Incidentally this isn't a spoiler, but that is incredibly distracting. Soon as you see them, you'll be waiting for them to have a much larger role because of who they are and it doesn't happen. Which is a kind of spoiler I suppose but not as much as some of the howlers I've seen in professional reviews.

By why am I hear? In the run up to the release of SM:FFH, I posted twice on the topic, with trailer speculation and considering the infrastructural implications of Endgame post-Thanos. Let's revisit those. SPOILERS FROM THE START. To give you some space to look away, here's a photo of Daisy Ridley making an o-face while holding a large photograph of the big Tesco on Hanover Street in Liverpool, which has nothing to do with SM:FFH but is very funny.

You can see the rest of this completely mad video here.  She's a treasure.

Trailer speculation.

This is was not Nick Fucking Fury. Not Nick Fucking Fury at all. So everything we assumed about Mysterio turned out to be exactly as we expected with everything he said taken at face value by not too bright the Skrulls from Captain Marvel pretending to be Fury and Hill. So the entire rest of that post is sadly redundant. There's some speculation about whether every chronological appearance we've seen of Fury and Hill from Captain Marvel onwards is actually the Skrulls, but I think that's a stretch. Given the easter eggs dropped throughout the dialogue, alt.Nick and alt.Maria seem only to have been replaced for this adventure. Which makes you wonder where the real version of the latter is.  Living her best life elsewhere, hopefully.

The infrastructural implications of Endgame post-Thanos.

Or post "blip" as it's called now, which is handy.  Here are each of the old sub-headings in turn.


Inconclusive.  All the vacation preparations from the trailer have been cut (and will apparently turn up as their own thing on the blu-ray), including the passport moment.  The drinking scene on the airplane implies that the kids don't have updated IDs and that it's up to them to keep within the spirit of the law - see also Peter in the bar with Quentin. 

Assets and housing

As the trailer suggested, a lot of the people who returned after the blip found themselves displaced from their apartments including Aunt May (who we now have confirmation was blipped along with Peter so at least she didn't have to deal with the grief of him having gone for five years).  As I speculated, despite being alive again, they're completely fucked and apparently in the deleted scenes, there were shots of Peter having to sell a whole lot of his stuff in order to afford the trip (which explains why his room is so empty in the moments we do see him there).


Since this is a teen film there's not much on this, apart from the teacher explaining that his wife had pretended to blip so she could run off with another fella.  That's something which hadn't occurred to me, people taking advantage of the situation.  

Not related at all but what about prisoners?  Presumably the blip time isn't included in the sentence, so despite having been brought back to life, they'll still have to see out the rest of their sentence.  Imagine the jolity when they reappear in their old cells, now occupied by new convicts.


Nothing much at all that I remember.

Technology and the Arts

The Earth-199999 was already technologically more advanced than Earth-1218 (Mysterio getting the designations wrong is an early indicator to viewers that he's full of shit) but it does seem to have moved on again in some respects, like the giant video screen on the building in New York (and they couldn't really have anyone else play that character in the mid-credits sequence could they!?!) but less so in others.  The kids seems to be clinging to slightly lower-fi technology like wired earphones and phone designs which don't seem to have moved on much.


From the looks of things, the MCU is largely going to move on after this, otherwise the opening ten minutes of every film with characters affected by the blip will be about wrestling with the implications which could get samey.

Not that we actually know what the next films in the series are going to be for the first time in years.  We know there's going to be something next year but it could be anything.  Something to do with Black Widow is shooting but I haven't seen reports of much else apart from vague announcements.  Isn't it fun?  Role on Comic-Con.

The editing of Apollo 11.

Film Fascinating interview with Todd Douglas Miller, the director of new film Apollo 11, which goes into some detail about the editing process:
" The first order of business was working with Robert [Pearlman] as our independent chief historian, Stephen Slater, who was our archive producer, and putting together a nine day version of the film. We really want you to look at every single second of the mission which spanned nine days—eight days and some change. All told, it spanned nine days—to look at every available still image—whether it was 16mm 35mm large format, TV broadcasts, and links, we wanted to see all of it. Of course, all the audio, too. That was a real tedious way to do it but we need to know exactly what was all out there not only to educate ourselves but also we had so much new material. We needed to see where things lined up and where the holes were and what we could do with those."
Apollo mission fans like me are clearly look at that and salivating at the idea of a nine day long version of the film version in which the action occurs in something akin to real time. Though of course to an extent it will be quite tedious with plenty of repetition. But this methodology has worked wonders. The great strength of the theatrical release (which I saw today) is that it shows the familiar event with unfamiliar footage at unusual angles.

Flappo Bird.

Games A Flappy Bird clone for the Atari 2600. Browser play available.

Keith Haring at Tate Liverpool.

Art When New York artist Keith Harring exhibited at the Tony Shafrazi Gallery in 1982, true to form and in keeping with his belief that art should be as accessible as possible, he turned the space into a night club, with florescent lighting, break dancers and his partner DJing in the corner.  Such an approach was not unusual for Harring.  He first became noticed for his subway works, in which he'd masking tape a piece of black card to the curved wall of a pedestrian access tunnel and draw his images free hand in white crayon.  He was arrested several times for this, but he presumably knew that if he was able to draw a crowd then with his images, symbols and themes that he was on the right track.

For their retrospective, Tate Liverpool have created a black light room in order to give us a flavour of what it must have been like in that gallery in 1984.  Inside are a number of his fluorescent paintings, shining brightly under ultraviolet light, his familiar mix of three eyed faces, barking dogs, pyramids and headless beings accompanied by a speaker stack pumping out 80s disco from a compilation available in the gift shop.  The effect is transportative, representing one of the key achievements of this exhibition, much like the Warhol show a few years ago and Glam before that, of placing the artworks within their chronological context, heralding those of us who lived through these times backwards in both memory and emotion.

There was only one reaction I could have to this.  I danced.  On entering the space during yesterday's press preview, throwing caution to the wind and entirely forgetting about my latest hernia, I began to shift my legs about in time with the music.  Slowly at first and then slightly more pronounced.  The image was probably hopeless and at the age of forty-four could quiet correctly categorized as Dad dancing despite me not having any children.  I shifted around in circles like a demented George McFly letting the images and beats flow over me.  A visitor wandered through and smiled as she took photos the paintings.  She asked if I was enjoying myself.  I nodded. I was.  I could quite happily have stayed there all day.

Except there is so much more to see.  Unlike some recent shows, this Keith Harring retrospective fills the whole of the fourth floor.  Although his career barely spanned just over a decade, he was incredibly prolific.  Beginning with his aforementioned early work from his time at the School of Visual Arts on East 23rd Street, to his street art, his activist works protesting apartheid and nuclear arms to his part in the Club 57 scene, onward to his drawings then his more commercial works and finally the material he created around the HIV/AIDS epidemic as he watched his friends die, Harring following in 1990 at the age of 31, not slowing his workflow down at all.

This is incredibly accessible artwork, visually legible and also incredibly profound.  Harring didn't like to offer explanations and most of the paintings are untitled and the Tate have declined to give contextual labels.  Instead as you enter the space you'll find a small visual dictionary which provides some background to his repeated symbols, the baby, flying saucer, figure with a whole in his stomach, nuclear, tv, computers, robots, religion and money.  The meaning behind the juxtaposition of these shapes is rarely cryptic.  A man riding on the back of a leviathan with a Commodore Pet like computer for a head stomping on what look like police murder outlines of decapitated corpses is probably about the dangers of rampant technology.

Obviously I'm most drawn to the apocalyptic images of flying saucers bringing about the destruction of humanity, his simplistic representations of people escape through rooftops only to be exterminated by death rays raining from above, joining the piles of corpses below.  Sometimes robots are involved just to add to the misery.  Along with the grotesquely portrayed many breasted hermaphrodites accompanying by what look like nuclear reactors in the shape of mutant rabbits, it's like witnessing a Hieronymus Bosch hellscape drawn in the style of an early nineties Nickelodeon cartoon, The Garden of Earthly Delights starring Ren and Stimpy. 

What's perhaps most impressive about Harring's technique is that he created these drawings and paintings freehand, mentally planning the structure rather than, as might be inferred from just looking at photographic reproductions, filling in pre-draw pencil outlines.  Much of the time he'd paint on the floor in acrylics, base colours first then the lines of his subjects on top blurring the lines between painting and performance art, especially when creating in public.  One of his largest pieces, The Matrix, spans an entire wall at the Tate, ten metres of dense imagery, almost all of his usual symbols, structurally improvised in front of an audience.

Due to work commitments, yesterday was my first Tate preview in a while so it helped that it was an artist I'd (a) heard of and (b) already liked.  Harring's bold creations helped to define the 1980s and inspired plenty of the design work of the era.  Although I was a teenager then and would not have known he was the source, stepping into the space took me right back to then, leafing through Smash Hits Magazine looking for Kylie interviews.  That we didn't get to see how Harring's work would have developed in subsequent decades is a great loss.  But the crises he highlighted back in the eighties continue to surface and it's up to us to heed his message and act accordingly.

Production Design. It's Complicated.

Film Short piece in The Guardian about Nancy Meyer's comments at a Producer's Guild of America meeting about the double standards her films have endured at the keyboard fingers of predominantly male critics, especially about production design:
"I don’t love when a journalist or critic will pick up on that aspect [of the film’s design], because they’re missing why it works. It’s never done to male directors who make gorgeous movies, or where the leads live in a gorgeous house."
Damn right. Films like Grand Budapest with their overt production design do tend to be recognised at awards more than as might be the case in a Nancy Myers film, even though they both offer similarly complex design challenges.

In the case of even It's Complicated, a designer has to decide exactly why a character lives in this house, has decorated it in this way, all the fixtures and fittings, from wall art to dishes and how they express that character.

Frequently films do have a generic interior thrown together on the quick and it strikes the wrong note undermining the suspension of disbelief. That's never the case with Nancy Meyers films and too often this is held against her.  God forbid that she'd want to control the whole image.

 Meyers is superb at what she does and the fact that she's only made one film in the past fifteen years is an utter shame.  And before you start, The Holiday is a classic. Yes, it is.

Destination TARGET:
Barnes Common.

Books Having completed a full watch of the television of Doctor Who up until that date in 2013, the second most important pilgrimage for a "we" seems to be read through the whole lot again in the form of the prequels to the era. To that end for the past few years I've been slowly collecting the TARGET novelisations and although there's plenty more to find, and indeed afford since some of them are really quite expensive for what they are, yesterday, just for now, I began with the first chapter of Doctor Who and the Daleks.

As you can surmise from the photo, in order make this even more worthwhile (!), I've decided to read each book in a place with some kind of thematic or actual connection.  This will not stretch very far.  The Himalayas seems like obvious setting for a thumb through John Lucarroti's Marco Polo, budget and time suggest this would be about as practical as visiting Marinus making somewhere in Chinatown a more feasible setting.  Lorks knows where I'll end up for Terminus, but World Museum Liverpool will probably be seeing a lot of me.

To the point: when the first three Doctor Who novelisations were published in the 1960s, author David Whittaker didn't know that a decade later such things would become a publishing sensation, so his interpretation of Doctor Who and the Daleks notoriously begins with a rewriting of the origins of the series.  Quite why Whittaker decided to offer such a radical rethink of Terry Nation's script surely someone reading this will know and enlighten me via Twitter (Jim?).

Instead of two teachers tumbling into the TARDIS from the junkyard after following one of their students home, we have the first person account of Ian Chesterton, scientist on his way home from a disappointing job interview stumbling into Barbara Wright who has just survived a crash with an army truck on Barnes Common as she took her pupil Susan home, still out of curiosity as to her living conditions.

With the flexibility of prose, Whittaker takes the opportunity to increase the atmosphere of his opening, the sinister shadows and noirish light sources suggesting the opening of a Hitchcockian thriller from his British period, with Ian as a more dynamic, cigarette smoking figure in the style of Richard Hannay or Adolf Verloc.  Barbara is referred to as "the girl" for much of the chapter and a problem Chesterton is semi-reluctant to solve.

As Mark Gatiss recognised when he gave it a nod An Adventure in Space and Time, the setting for this revised opening, Barnes Common, has become a particularly jolly in-joke and since reading the book many, many years ago (possibly as much as a decade), I've wanted to visit and see how close the locale is to what's the described in the book.  Was Whittaker familiar with area when he wrote the piece or did he simply select it from a copy of the A-Z because it sounded right?

The main destination for my monthly visit to London on Monday was the Wallace Collection (home of The Laughing Cavalier and Poisson's A Dance to the Music of Time), but that's small enough (for someone not that interested in porcelain wear, guns and armour) that something would be needed to fill the rest of the afternoon and Barnes is only about twenty minutes outside of Central London via a change at Clapham Junction. 

As you can also see from the photograph, quite quickly after leaving Barnes station, it became clear that Whittaker's description of the place refers to the general area around Barnes Common rather than the parkland itself.  It's mostly woodland and shrubland with patches of grass whereas the book suggests a space consisting of larger fields away from civilisation.  Barnes Common is framed with housing on all sides.

Barnes Common is also on the tourist trail for rock fans as Marc Bolan, some ten years after the publication of the book in 1977, was the passenger in a purple Mini which rammed into a tree killing him instantly in an odd parallel to the events in this parallel version of Who's origins.  For decades, the tree on which this occurred was decorated with scarves and keepsakes from fans until a memorial bust was erected recently.

Now, what I'd really like to describe is finding a spot, perhaps near the memorial, and reading through this chapter, soaking up the atmosphere and wondering if seeing the very space where the crash is supposed to happen.  I'd like to say that.  But yesterday, the rain around Barnes Common was persistent enough that some of the pavements disappeared beneath the terentials.  There was nowhere dry enough to stop and sit and take in the view.

So here's a photograph of somewhere I could have sat if the weather and been dryer:

And another:

Some large wooden balls (Jim?):

Instead, I waited until the train home:

The book will now return to the shelf until I've completed the collection (fifty pounds for The Wheel in Space?!?) and decided on the most relevant venues for the rest of the books.

The fate of that Kit-Kat is another story.