temporarily forgot. And can you blame me?
EEEW! Ugly Kid Joe much.
Even, dare I utter it, Paddy Kelly much.
One more of these and I am changing my last subheader Engrish. This is an official yellow card. Smug bleeding heart socialism and babbelistic hilarity is plenty to keep a girl busy, just so as you know, Mr Coogan.
Anyway. This is what happened the last six months: Courtney Love accused him of leading Owen Wilson astray. He is denying it; she is Courtney Love. And now he is the toast of Sundance.
That's it. Back to those adorable Japanese kids:
Looking for a new spelling for that tired old month of January? Do as my 8th grader. Call it JANiware!
Sick of going to that cesspit of acne and insecurity that is middle school? Make it sound more exciting and even slightly by-word-association sexy by renaming it "Hatsukaichi junior hay school"!
And finally, want to write a truly stand-out paper on Isaac Newton? Do like my 9th grader and put the Japanese through Babel Fish and this is what you get:
"I examined the newton.
The newton left an extremely in the classical physics and mathematics.
And, the newton hit on the law of universal gravitation.
I thought that the newton should not be a terrible person."
Nor should you, Steve. Nor should any of you. Instead, we should all be like Obama.
Tony Wilson has died.
I can't really say much other than this. This blog is named after the Happy Mondays song which soundtracks my favourite scene in my favourite film, 24 Hour Party People about... Tony Wilson.
His vision drives my love for music, movies, Manchester and much else.
More anonymous than his celluloid alter ego Steve Coogan, Wilson is nonetheless my true sine qua non.
Coogan wrote a beautiful, personal eulogy. Let's leave it at that.
... And because I haven't had time to actually write anything, here is the lovely Ebizo Ichikawa XI.
(Stunning kabuki legs sadly not pictured, I am still looking for a satisfying shot of those.)
And because sometimes cute (albeit heavily disguised cute) can be Eastern European, here is the wonderful and multitalented Eugene Hütz:
Now go away. I'm busy. Watch Everything Is Illuminated. Seriously. Read it too, obviously. But really, watch it. And look at this superior blog by fellow Coogan obsessive Aya.
Granted, there's not much Coogan on there. But it's just shorthand for good taste, really, which she has in heaps. As for Coogan, she devotes on him here, which, although minimalist, is the most stylish Coogan site I have come across.
Oh, and you get a Coogan from me too, natch. This is my favourite screenshot from 24 Hour Party People.
(You really should click to get the full magnificent view.)
I'm crazy about this shot. The colours and the lines complement Coogan's outfit so stunningly. Bear in mind that this is just a random screencap, not at all set up in the way a photograph can be. Michael Winterbottom, thank you. And to those who say the eighties had no style, eat your ironic mullet now.
I can't really post this picture without mentioning that the real Tony Wilson is very sadly seriously ill with cancer. I only found out a few days ago from this. Tony, you're a legend and a gent. Please live.
... and Japan is still weird.
And if we could actually trust Japanese anthropology I now owe you such a huge amount of on or possibly giri (I never did know the difference, but basically, indebtedness for having given you trouble) for not having written anything for months...
...that not only do you get another Coogan for the collection:
...and another Henry:
(and that Barca shirt is all like, aw don't throe me but um I kinder likes it)
...but you also get an exclusive glimpse into the future. Yes I've seen future Pete Doherty and this is what he looks like:
Drugs. Just don't do them, kids. Look at them and then make sure to be as far away from them as possible.
Talking of which, Kevin Rowland is now on Myspace, and the music is good, hurrah! Of my love for Dexys Midnight Runners, more at some point (although if you read Danish, click here).
For now suffice to say I am SORRY! And I will return sooner than this time.
Honestly!
And eyes and hair and, well, you get the idea. Never before or since has Steve Coogan looked quite as sexy than as public information broadcaster Conor Hammil on The Day Today.
The reason is obvious: no wig. Just swathes and swathes of those perfect curls and a glint in the eye.
And a little bit of righteous aggression. What can I say? Passion about road safety turns me on.
Very sexy. All in all, Episode 2 is by far the best in terms of Coogan's looks. He is allowed to go through the entire episode wigless, which makes him look angelic as a wet Alan Partridge.
And, in spite (or because?) of the blood, not unattractive as a receiver of black market dentistry.
Having said that, he also looks cute as a button as an Italian-American reporter in Episode 6.
Ah, what I would give to go back to 1994. Without all the teenager negativity, obviously.
Addition: Hurrah, it's on YouTube. Catch it while you can.
