¦ dialling in from workstation ¦
13:03 GMT, Wednesday 27th August 2008. Grrrr. Sitting at my workstation, grey light seeping through the big Napoleonic window to my right... a view of Bath's historic architecture. I've been blasting out Rob Zombie through the meaty speakers on my desk... everyone's saying, "Dave's playing his angry music." Yes, I am angry. I've had resources nabbed from one project; and a late-stakeholder changing the designs for another project; my delivery schedule has all gone to hell. Grrrr. Grrrr. Grrrr.
On a plus note, I've just consumed a tasty bagel from the whole-bagel shop. Very nice too. I'm now listening to Gary Numan - "Jagged" Album. Tres cool.
I went out to see Hellboy II last night... sadly lacking any of the charm that made the first Hellboy any good. I would avoid Hellboy II at all costs. It's so dire it's not even worth a glimpse on DVD. A shame because it does contain some excellent elements, particularly the stupendous CGI, and the Elven prince character... but the excellence is dilluted by the shabby storyline; atrocious musical score; a farcical German character who suddenly changes personality near the end of the film without any reason/explanation... there was also a lame attempt at exploring the emotional bond between Hellboy and his girl... and a "troll market" that was yet another stupid Hollywood stage set with lots of people in rubber costumes, carrying all the hallmarks of the bar scene in the original Star Wars movie.
Yet, I did have a rather lovely memory created late last night: after the film I dropped a work collegue off at Temple Meads train station. Driving back through late night streets, in a fine haze of rain, I decided to turn off into the Paintworks complex, parked up and went into the Boca Bar on my own. It was quiet, almost empty... low lights...lots of small candles in coloured glass bowls... heavy bass music throbbing through the exposed metal girders of the warehouse-like structure... I grabbed a beer and sat down in a big leather sofa... the gentle light seemed to infuse itself into the beer glass and my beer actually glowed amber... highlighting the frosted condensation on the outside of the chilled glass. Perfecto. I pulled out my notes for Dog Eat Dog, supped beer, read and reworked little bits here and there: Carlos Revira and Mikhail Drobna doing their thing.
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