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Hello!

This is a little video about our UK tour earlier this year, showcasing the first part of the experience complete with SWN festival footage, a guide to making the fabled Scottish beverage of choice “The Jaeger Bomb” and a trip to Manchester United. Enjoy my lovelies!

Ellen x

This is the new trailer for the upcoming BSG cash cow prequel  ”Caprica,” which will be showing on the newly named “SyFy” channel ( did this channel really need the sexy phonetic makeover?)

Analysis of the trailer informs me its a mix between Gossip Girl and Frankenstein BUT WITH ROBOTS…. and James Marsters (1.01 for those who want to skip straight to the good part)

This trailer does not exactly fill me with a sense of awe or arousal, in fact it looks rather preditable, boring and the use of the term “frak” didnt even give me that sense of homeliness it once did. Plus I am not the first to comment on the lack of big arse spaceships. I assume the guys decide to bring their daughters back from the dead as cylons but one is the “evil” one and one is the “good” one and there is some kind of unease and misunderstanding and a shady government official gets involved and someone dies.

Thoughts? Ideas?

Ellen x

So last week I watched two films. New Moon and 2012. Yep. In all honesty the latter was the better film.

John Cusack sleeping his way through another apocalypse fetish film as a limo driver/science fiction writer complete with his estranged family (and the token son who just wont call him dad!) was more entertaining then the tragic romantic love triangle of the human, werewolf and vampire.

So beware, there are SPOILERS HERE. Yes I may have bitched and moaned about these books and films more then anything in recent history but in equal measure I have had goosebumps over the trailers, fawned over the set pictures and put a poster up in my room….(DONT YOU JUDGE ME).

So the film starts and things are pretty much the same in rainy old Forks: Bella is as drippy and obsessed with Edward McConcrete Chest Cullen as ever as he wonders the halls in slow motion looking dreamy, and they can’t kiss for too long because he as much as he loves her he still might rip out her entrails and wear them as a party frock.

Yes my friends, everything seemed to be going swimmingly in the life of K Stew and R Pattz….except for one thing… who is that muscle clad pug nosed of a man with a bad wig? It is Jacob and he has been taking his steroids! Surely he can not interfere in their sickening non penetrative love? BUT ALAS during her birthday party she nearly gets eaten and Edward decides it is not safe for their love to continue so he flees.

Bella decides the only way she can cope is go to mental in a chair for a while, and thus begins the lasiest film making I have seen in a long time SHAME ON YOU CHRIS WEITZ!

It’s boring, its tedious, Bella is only allowed a personality in small tiny doses, and her eyebrows seem weird. Jacob is fetishised in a way no 16 year boy really should be, and seems spends most of the film hanging around topless with his other topless mates talking about he can’t tell Bella about their “secret.” It appears he has joined a chippendale group.

The only good scene in this film is a wooded sequence with a Thom Yorke song backgrounding the evil vampire Victoria prancing about in the woods looking for Bella as the werewolves close in. One good visual scene does not make a movie and it only picks up in interest when they go to see Michael Sheen at the end as the head of the evil Voltari.

Edward Pale Painted on Abs Cullen is absent for most of the film, giving Bella some well needed space to go mental and when he returns at the end you realise that missed old squished nose…. and when Michael Sheen appears to decide whether to punish him for nearly revealing the existance of vampires you realise you miss someone with charisma. Anyway Dakota Fanning is at the end and she has red eyes and when she says pain, people feel in pain.

It ends on a cliffhanger much akin to a bad episode of Sunset Beach and my soul felt heavy with grief.

Do yourself a favor, dont see this film, go on youtube instead and type in Wizard People by Brad Neely. Watch that instead.

Ellen x

David in Coventry sent us this photo in, and I think you will agree it is a lovely shot

Again we our in Coventry and Richard managed to get some good on stage mid sing action

He also managed to get a kind of zombie esque shot of Neil crowdsurfing. For some reason I cant look at this photo without admiring the wallpaper in the ceiling. It’s just rather fetching.

Alan sent us this one from The Deaf Institute in Manchester, there is something rather overwhelming sad and bleak about this picture, like he is but a voyeur who will not allow himself to participate in the event known as “gig.” Or he just couldn’t be bothered to stand up. He kindly pointed out that Neil’s mum was sat in front of him.

Gazz captured this three way sing a long in Cardiff with Tom and Gareth being Joined by Alexie Jo Fo on stage for  ”Sweet Dreams, Sweet Cheeks.” For some reason they all look like they are singing Frank Sinatra.

Sebastian got this image from the Garage in London, it’s a rather moody shot with a Wizard of Oz lighting effect to it.

Alex (from admiring Sparky shot in Manchester fame) also managed to get this picture from Leeds. As you can see we all look like we are doing a performance piece about the moral media panic over swine flu. Or something.

Jamie took this picture at King Tuts, and we are all kitted out in our finest scariest halloween gear….cowboy hats, shorts and a repeat swine flu mask wearing. I went as Arthur Dent, which involved wearing Pajamas on stage, so I was incredibly comfortable, but no one knew who I was actually meant to be other then a really lazy person.

I was kind of confused by this picture, didn’t seem to fit into the criteria…

Ellen x

It’s rather bizarre to think that we have not played UK centric shows in a year, the last two gigs have made it seem like we have never been away. We have quickly settled back into the routine of sitting in a splitter driving along the M roads talking utter rubbish whilst  longing for  M & S themed service stations.

Those of you who attended the concert last night in Southampton can adhere to the fact it was a heat pit akin to the ninth circle of hell and the stage was littered with sprinkles of sweat. I would like to give a special shout out to the guy who informed me he braved the humidity despite the fact it made his hair frizzy. Well done.

The Juno Keyboard did not have such a good time and stopped making a noise that was pleasing to the ears. It was kind of like this “duhhhrrrhhr” noise….BUT Rob “Sparky” Taylor saved the day by distracting the audience with a long winded joke about a child on a death bed whose dying wish is for a golf ball,  if you missed out it was bloody funny and will be remembered as a golden gig moment for generations to come.

Coventry was also rather great, with the venue having a particularly fetching outdoor area with Palm trees straight out a LA beach party (I would imagine, I have attended none but I have watched The Hills.)  We also got to meet the lovely Copy Haho for the first time who made a few of us jagermesiter cocktail things, which had an elaborate name but in essence were said spirit and red bulls. I think they are meant to stimulate you before leaving you twitchy with a itching sense of your own mortality. Myself and Kim also got invited to go and dance with four drunk guys dressed like security guards who were attending the club night afterwards but the haunting sounds of a Lady GaGa remix did not tempt us (it was not even paparazzi, thats a tune.)

But all this waffle is leading up to a favour I have to ask…

I had a unfortunate incident a month ago where my camera met some water and they didn’t get on, so I borrowed my mums camera but she lost the connecter wire thing so….. I cant upload pictures.

I thought maybe YOU would like to send me some pictures of the gigs for documentation/making the blog posting look sexier/sexy photos of us for me to pleasure myself over! However only send one image which you think really summed up the gig experience for yourself, and the ones I like the most will get used. Remember my criteria is vague, and my judgement is awful. Send your pictures to tourphotojoy@live.com

Thanks

Ellen x

Sometimes I pick stuff up off the street.

It’s my shtick, my thing, my inner womble.

Sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesn’t.

When we played in LA I found a script on the street between the hotel and starbucks..

As far as I could decipher the main characters in this scene “Claire” and “Ray” are both spies, and have made some kind of vow to leave the spy business together but their work is spilling over into their personal life and they just don’t trust each other.

This is exampled when Claire used her CIA training to analyse their relationships

E.g

(its says Claire: I know the drill, ok. Deny everything, admit nothing, make counter accusations.)

Ray seemed really annoyed and oddly preoccupied wit at how much paperwork it took to stop being a spy.

Ray: I just terminated a 12 year contract with MI6. I spent an hour sigining non disclosure forms.

Ray also worried that Claire had double crossed him, but it turned out that she did leave her job, she just stole some passports first.

I think.

It’s not very clear.

The ending was pretty good though.

Anyway, the more I re read this gold, the more familiar it felt, until it struck me…

This is that Clive Owen and Julia Roberts film that isn’t closer.

This is a draft of Duplicity!

HAHAHAHAHA. I havent even seen this film anod now I probably wont….

Why would someone leave this lying around and not have it framed above their bed?I am hoping it is a section of Julia’s copy and has her tear stains still in it.

Surreal LA

Ellen x