Thursday 27 September 2012

Fact sheet

Dramatis Personae

BOG HOUSE FACT SHEET

Favourite food

Tim: Is beer a food?
Jess: Salad Dressing!
Michael: Octopus.
Imogen: Peanuts/broccoli

Colour
Tim: Red/green (reen)
Jess: Quite likes green
Michael: Black. (My middle name)
Imogen: I hate colours.

Clothe
Tim: Clothe-n Hooves
Jess: Long Jacket (it’s quite warm)
Michael: My pleather jacket
Imogen: TIGHTS

Defining film (Film as pathos)
Tim: 2001: A Space Odyssey  
Jess: Monkey (TV Series)
Michael: Tetsuo, The Iron Man
Imogen:  The Secretary

Sleeping Position
Tim: Like on my side  
Jess: Starfish
Michael: MISERABLY
Imogen:  Belly

Theme Tune
Tim: Theme to 2001: Space Odyssey
Jess: Amanaemonesia chairlift
Michael: outrun thomas bangalter
Imogen:  Blondie Heart of Glass
 
 
 Favourite Drink
Tim: Hoppy Things
Jess: Tymbark
Michael: Mojito
Imogen:  Diet Coke

Catchphrase
Tim: Hello! I read an article. Oh, you guys…
Jess: Um, you fuckers, SLEEPY. COLD. HUNGRY. FREEZING. Tasty snacks. Can we go to nice places now? Why don’t we move here?
Michael: NOT BLOODY LIKELY
Imogen: Says. Caravan. Bath. Lovely.

Favourite Orifices
Tim: Armpit
Jess: Nostril
Michael: Wrongun/Nipsy/Chufter
Imogen:  Mouth

Favourite Album Cover
Tim: Iron Maiden Number of the Beast
Jess: King Crimson In the Court of the Crimson King
Michael: Black Sabbath Paranoid
Imogen:  Grinderman Heathen Child

Favourite Sleb
Tim: Einstein
Jess: Lois Einhorn
Michael: Norman Finkelstein
Imogen:  Simon Amstel

Favourite noise from downstairs
Tim: Moaning
Jess: Load moaning
Michael: Thumping
Imogen: Fucking

Employability
Tim: High to low
Jess: Moderate to good
Michael: Shouts at kids
Imogen:  I hate work 

Favourite God
Tim: Argos
Jess: Nefertiti
Michael: Angros
Imogen:  Imhotep

Favourite Typface
Tim: Deputy Serif
Jess: Lucida Handwriting
Michael: Sans coffee
Imogen:  Comic Sans Bold (Pink)

Favourite protuberance
Tim: Armpit
Jess: Abnormal growth
Michael: Spuds
Imogen:  Big toe

Favourite Time
Tim: 10 o’ clock
Jess: sleepy time
Michael: time to get a new watch.
Imogen:  Home time!








Tuesday 4 September 2012

Them Next Door

Our next door neighbours used to be a couple of children (or maybe just one), some of smoking women (women who smoke outside) and possibly an old man. They were replaced one night with a group of reflective-jacketed men who have been gradually tearing out the belly of the house, layer by layer. I wish I had gotten pictures of the first few days, as this was an amazing sight: Piles of sofas, lamps, carpets and blinds. It's been wonderful to watch layer after layer of this house being pulled out from the inside and laid in piles in the front garden. When it first started, and I was opening my front door, I noticed that I could actually smell that distinctive smell of "other people's houses". It was strangely nostalgic, and even more so when the smell has dissipated by the next day. It is sad to think of the ingrained dirt and belongings of everyone who ever lived there being stripped away, and the house being left as an innate, dead shell. Also, I hope they don't smash the whole house down, because I think it's holding ours up.