Transparency...oh...er...
Shame, really. At the tory party
conference, the one that will end in a record braking standing
ovation for Dave, there were:
- A speech about transparency in government and freedom of information and all that blah.
- A demonstration by about 40,000 people about the way the NHS is being handled.
- A decision by the private security forces employed for the event to stop anyone filming or otherwise recording the protest.
I don't want...
...dazzlingly brilliant staff, willing
to start early, work late, diligent and dedicated. Unless, of course,
such specimens actually exist, in which case...
I do want...
...staff capable of following simple
instructions, working to a set methodology, together, to produce
reasonable results, in a sensible time.
I don't want...
...to spend part of Saturday and most
of Sunday rescuing a situation we're in because they can't follow a
simple methodology, etc.
They're filming some books I never
imagined they'd film
Filth by Irvine Welsh, which has some
of his fiercest, absolutely no-holds-barred writing, but a loose,
unsatisfactory plot and a storyline full of holes (maybe that's
harsh, and maybe I need to reread it).
Thomas Pynchon's Inherent Vice will
take some paring-down for the screen. The problem translating Pynchon
to an acceptable form is the very nature of his writing. His novels
have casts of thousands, intersecting , tangential, related,
unrelated and red herring plots, sub- sub-sub, and sub-sub-sub-plots.
His books are like life, complex, sometimes making little or no
sense.
Apparently, Filth is struggling, or
struggled, to get released. The book burners at the censors office
aren't, or weren't, happy about much of the content. Well, it's their
job to be unhappy, as the arbiters of what we do and don't have the
ability to cope with. Nice to know we've such supermen looking out
for us.
Results...
Manscum (heh). Citeh (heh). Both the
Chavs and the 'S' word (isn't it wonderful when a draw leaves
everyone disgruntled). Heh.
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