Ken Russell is no more, the bloke who directed Women In Love and and The Devils (a film I've never yet seen) amongst others has ceased to be. They did an interview on five live with Glenda Jackson about him and his legacy. She was an arsehole, she was more than a bit rude with the interviewer, she belittled the British film industry and everything about it in a couple of sweeping statements. She was patronising, belittling, downright rude and still managed to sound like a know all about acting at the same time. People like her make you hate the acting industry. I remember her being a prize wanker on Question Time a few years ago when she was a Labour MP as well.

Afterwards it was said that she won two Oscars (a phrase she objected angrily to in the interview) but she never turned up to LA or wherever they hold the Oscars to collect them cos she's no interest in the whole back slapping experience. Right I take it all back. She's instantly shot up in my estimation. The fact that the woman did the acting as a job and that she wasn't interested in the by product of ponsing off to award ceremonys makes me think that her pompousness (which to be fair was still entertaining to listen to and did hold some pertinent points) was allowed if it means there's a bit of principled behaviour going on. Good on you Glenda!

Sorry for no blog yesterday. I was driving back from Glasgow after a tough night there on the Saturday. The jist of it was that I was doing okay not brilliantly but getting by (it was Nathan Caton's gig he'd proper ripped it) then all of a sudden I'd lost it altogether. Some fuckwit did heckle in the middle of a routine but I couldn't get the fuckers back at all. After the show I was standing with Martin Mor as he was selling his CDs and I got cracking to a few punters that had enjoyed the show. One said that toward the end of my set, the coppers steamed into the venue mob handed (I couldn't see this on stage). Apparently some punter had touched up a member of the waiting staff in the break and despite the show manager on her first night begging the cops to wait a few minutes till I'd finished my spot, they keystoned their way to the table where the alleged perpetrator was sat and took him outside. Chaos reigned and looking back it was no wonder it went so quiet.

To be honest when you look back at moments like that cops and all, you think that it would be nice to pick up awards now and again. Mind you Jackson and co have never had anyone in the theatre shouting 'tell us a joke mate', or making snoring noises if you've gone thirty seconds without a laugh. Actually I've decided I don't like the silly twat anymore. Give me Judy Dench anytime.

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