summer in the city…

Well it’s been long enough that Sinners has not only done a repeat stint at the IMAX thanks to popular demand, but is now available at the usual heinous price on Prime (which will hopefully drop after 90 days as usual), Final Destination: Bloodlines (highly recommended) is likewise, and 28 Years Later is out this week! FrightFest will be here before I know it and meanwhile Bleak Week continues at the Prince Charles, our new Asset Of Community Value – yay!

Things are heating up as we can see above, and whilst the Unopenable Windows Challenge of this time last year is thankfully a distant memory, it remains a monumental pain in the arse for anybody more suited to cooler climates. The big fan has made it’s first appearance of the year after my originally having hauled the box out of the cupboard just in time for the temperature to drop to a sensible level a couple of weeks ago; this week was the one where it didn’t, and nothing is going to change that in the next few hours.

New photos are on their way soon if not immediately, and provided it isn’t too hot to be wrangling tripods and faffing with furniture. Today is without doubt too hot, and I will be heading into town shortly to avail myself of some weapons grade aircon within the Odeon Luxe at Leicester Square and see what’s happening with The Infected, having made sure to do my revision by watching 28 Days Later (currently on iplayer) and 28 Weeks Later (on Netflix, which I don’t use and had to rent it) a couple of times last weekend. Repeat after me: They Are NOT Zombies.

Housekeeping; please stop bringing me ancient banknotes! I have been unapologetically handed paper twenties (plus one fifty now) on three occasions in the last month – I can’t spend them any more than you can because they were withdrawn in September 2022.

From now on, trying to pay me with any note that isn’t in current circulation will reduce your booked time by fifteen minutes. The deposit machine doesn’t accept them either, which means I have to waste my free time queuing at the counter during bank or Post Office opening hours; since it was you who squirrelled it away in some shoe box before deciding to palm it off on me, this is YOUR job. Have some shame, for fucks sake.

The week ahead looks to be calming down temperature wise, and hopefully in time for Go Fest Global next weekend, the Pokémon Go main event of the year. Tradition states that it must be pissing down for at least one of the days as it does every year without fail, so it’s not as if we’re not forewarned. I will be away on the South Coast for a couple of nights regardless, but all will be business as usual the following week.

For Song Of The Week it was originally a toss up between Beach Boys songs following the loss of Brian Wilson (who I never got to see live), prior to realising that there have already been three Beach Boys Songs Of The Week; a tribute indeed. Since we also lost the powerhouse that was Sly Stone, a change of plan.

More soon! I am going out as soon as I find the Factor 50.