Friday, July 8, 2011

Gormenghast news

Dear Smut
I can confirm you have a ticket for Monday 11 July 19.30-21.00 Conference Centre for Mervyn Peake's Gormenghast Your booking reference number is XXXXXXXXXX

Tickets were sold out but begging works. I gloat.

Sober Less-drunk update: the gloat-worthy event is of course the book launch / opening of an exhibition at the British Library. Not a train to the actual castle (they leave from platform 9 2/3). Certainly not a version of Gormenghast in interpretative dance, oh my no.

12 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Is it about a bicycle?
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mikey said...

Here.

Keep this soap in your pocket..

vacuumslayer said...

XXXXXXXXXX

That may be too porny.

Another Kiwi said...

Is it the version that was filmed in Arkansas?

vacuumslayer said...

B^4 assures me it was Georgia. BTW, that's the first time I've seen that scene...and...ewwww. Although they give it a run for its money in The Ordeal.

That's not the scene, but, weird-ass movie. Just the way I like 'em!

vacuumslayer said...

BTW, I'd just like to say a preemptive "your welcome" to the Riddled staff.

YOU'RE WELCOME for bringing hilarious hillbilly rape to your blog. Enjoy!

mikey said...

I've...seen things. I've seen a Staff Sergeant from Alabama pick up an M-60 and break an ambush, all by himself. I've seen a scared young kid choose to die in a fight to the death with some serious NVA fighters. I've seen a five foot four Mexican fight his way through a texas honkey tonk, putting the better part of a dozen cowboys down and never stop laughing. I myself have stood, and said NO MORE, and walked away whole.

But if I was to be honest with you, the quintessential tough guy moment, that "this far, and no farther" select your targets and kill them moment was Burt Reynolds in that unzipped wetsuit vest with his working recurve bow at full draw and everything fucking STOPS and zzzZZZZZiiiipppp. Broadhead through both lungs. Clean kill.

THAT, my friends, is everything you have to know about your future. That is the feeling you need to carry in your chest. Cold. And hot. All at once...

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Sorry mikey, my chest has no Burt Reynolds in it. I do not mean to be a disappointment, but it's just the way it is.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

B^4 assures me it was Georgia. BTW, that's the first time I've seen that scene...and...ewwww.

Whoa, Flay never did that to Swelter in the version I read!

Smut Clyde said...

That is the feeling you need to carry in your chest. Cold. And hot. All at once...

Here I was, thinking that was emphysema.

mikey said...

See? It's not just me. This is precisely what I'm saying.

exofrd legs said...

I would go but I have to work