Today I got an email from someone I met last summer when travelling in Slovakia (go check out and get lost in the mountains in Western Slovakia, the High Tatras, they’re incredible) and yeah, it was interesting.
A lot of truly odd stuff goes on there.
Whilst there I met (amongst a bunch of other people) a couple called Zuska and Tomas who lived on a slum-estate-thing (the biggest in Europe) south of the river that runs through Bratislava.
They hung with me, or I hung with them, for a bit (in a round-about kinda way) but then I fell out with the guy and his friends because he thought I was trying to steal his girly, which was only half true.
It was all a bit odd and people seemed to want to kill me quite a lot. It turns out that the study of classical karate is a good thing and can bail you out of a number of situations with only minor repercussions.
Anyway, one of their friends emailed me today “just to let me know” that they’re coming to London for a while. How did they get my email? Who knows?
At least it should be interesting.
This coming Thursday I am off to get lost in New York for a week and a bit.
I am going to go and make people care about CANNES in a VAN.
I last went there when I was eight and it was excellent. You can usually trust eight year olds to have pretty good opinions on things so I am trusting myself as to it being a good idea. In preparation I have been listening to a lot of Sonic Youth, and Broken Social Scene because they wrote a song called ‘7/4 Shoreline’ that sounds a lot like Sonic Youth and a song by the name of ‘Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old Girl’ that always makes me smile in a truly dumb-ass way.
I am going to inflict lots of bad music on the two dudes I am driving to Cannes with. Though I can’t drive, so I’m going to sit in the van and probably irritate the crap out of them with a hybrid of angsty music and pointless facts.
Did you know that bats perform oral sex? This is an excellent truth of nature.
Also, bonobo are often quite gay.
Alright, I’m off to watch some Sonny Chiba (who played Hattori Hanzo the fabled sword maker in the Kill Bill films). His 1970s and early 1980s films are his most brilliant. If you get the chance go check out the ‘Street Fighter’ series. He rules various Yakuza members with his Iron Fist of martial incredibleness. There is an excellent scene in which he rips out the heart of an opponent with his bare hands and then shows it to him.
More on Sonny later. I am this second compelled to begin a Chiba-marathon.
Also, on Saturday night I met a twenty seven year old film student from Middlesex.
Is it me, or has anyone else noticed that most second year film students are basically the same person?
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