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Sunday, May 21, 2006


# posted by The Prisoner | 11:08 AM |

Monday, May 08, 2006

Bone Tired, again

right, i ain't working this friday, nor am i working till saturday afternoon. so therefore i have designated this friday official 'Rob gets drunk and has fun for once' Day. if anyone catches me being a moody bastard like i was last week you have my permission to take me out the back and shoot me.

speaking of which, for reasons of my own i was horrifically down last week, i was hoping going out would help me cheer up (when i left work for the tap i was like a little kid at christmas it was silly.) however it didn't work and i just seemed to drag other people down with me. By far the highlight of evening was the car not starting on the way home, i was about ready to give in then, fortunately Jim's dad was on hand with some jumpleads and i was on my way (thanks again!). turns out one of the contacts on the battery was loose, so nothing serious but when i turned the key and absolutely nothing happened, that was a real 'Oh for fuck's sake!' moment.

been back at uni presicely five minutes and already were done for the year. i have an exam tomorrow, and then thats it. the saddest thing is no more screenwriting lectures. i shall miss those the most. not just because of Goran's genius, but also all the excellent company, particulary John, Ben and Adam, i must work with all three on something as soon as possible.

watched American Splendor yesterday, what a great little film, i recommend it to all.

more when i think of it TTFN

todays music: imperial Vipers - promised land
todays t-shirt: Make tea not war

# posted by The Prisoner | 2:04 PM |

Wednesday, April 12, 2006


I'm working loads on account of it's easter. no time to post.

until after easter that is.

# posted by The Prisoner | 11:29 AM |

Thursday, March 23, 2006

The film sire, it is finished.

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todays music: Nick Cave - Red Right Hand

# posted by The Prisoner | 4:20 PM |

Saturday, March 18, 2006

The Prisoner and a stream of conciousness post




me and the cab driver both slept all the way to the airport"

thank God for Henry Rollins. The man who wakes up angry and cleans his teeth with contempt.

i don't even have the will to be annoyed by anything anymore, i either try to laugh it off or blank it. The world is fucked, and so am i. Maybe it's the other way round i can't seem to decide, quite without realising it i just quoted Therapy? a truly excellent band who new album i await with trepidation, but i digress...

i have decided not to care about anything that doesnt involve me or interest me. Nobody else gives a shit about anything important so why should i carry the worries of the world on my back? i am but one man, how i am supposed to change the world for the better? so fuck it.

I have discovered Blue Cheer in the last week, thank you Magic Discs! one of those record shops with more dogs than customers. Blue Cheer formed in the sixties, covered Summertime Blues and then dropped off the radar, they've been back for a few years now, noodling away unnoticed by anyone except a few ageing hippies, and me. The album i bought is them live in japan in 1999, heavy as fucking hell! and these guys wrote this stuff in the sixties!!! this band and the MC5 is where heavy metal began. Next stop Vincebus Eruptum, the album that allegedly inspired stoner rock.

tune in next time, when i will give you a full report of this war movie we made, it's wicked.

Todays music: Blue Cheer - Hello Tokyo, Bye Bye Osaka: Live in Japan 1999

# posted by The Prisoner | 8:52 PM |

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Another Shoot, more bleedin' editing.
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So i didn't even have to be there, i'm the editor, my job is yet to come, but still i went on the train to dover and stood about in the rain and the cold (oh god, the cold)watching movie magic happen. This one's gonna be great, we've got smaoke and fake blood and everything! what more could you want?

Let me explain, for some reason all film students think alike, it's probably because, we all watch the same 'non-mainstream' movies.
As such almost every film that gets made here is either about,
1. drugs
2. deep psychological stuff
3. both

this is all fine when made by pros, memento, the machinist etc. are great, but students are never any good at it and one gets bored of the same old shit over and over again.
however this time, something different is happening, cos Mike, our director had a truly awesome idea. We've made a bleedin' war movie on a student film budget, to accomodate this it only features one guy, doing apocalypse now style voice over but still, it's gonna fucking rock! have some pictures just to prove it

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I'm gonna have fun editing this.

todays t-shirt: I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, but i am not afraid cos i'm into DRAGONFORCE! (i'm not, i just like the t-shirt)
todays music: Porcupine Tree - Metanoia/Wilko Johnson - Back in The Night

# posted by The Prisoner | 3:46 PM |

Friday, February 03, 2006

Good Lord!
The prisoner is Tagged! and is now forced by arcane powers to tell his darkest secrets

Blame Livewire, she tagged me and now i must obey.

here are the rules of this littel game
The Rules: The first player of this game starts with the topic "five weird habits" and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says "You have been tagged" (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.

ok, these are likely to be rather dissapointing and un-neurotic...

1. I fiddle with things absent mindedly, often the first time i even realise i've picked something up is when i've taken it apart or broken it.

2. I often have a buzzword which i will say pretty much constantly for a few weeks then never again, by which time i have moved on to a new word or phrase.

3. I always lock up the house when i leave, but thrity seconds down the road i'll have convinced myself i didn't and have to turn back, confirm the house is locked and be on my way again, this happens every time.

4. I headbang, gratuitously, in public places. I'm sorry but if the right music comes on i'm off, wherever.

5.ummmm, oh i dunno! i chew my pens. or indeed anything made from soft plastic, dunno why this is preferable to chewing gum, just is, one day i'll choke to death and then i'll be sorry.

ok. my five victims will be....


go forth my friends and tag others etc. etc.

# posted by The Prisoner | 12:08 PM |

Y'know i'm born to lose, and gamblings for fools, but thats the way i like it baby i dont wanna live for eva.....and don't forget the joker!.........Daddy.......Do you call me daddy cos im old? do you call me baby cos im young? and i could be the one, who gets to take you home. Honey.....do you call me honey cos im sweet? sweet like the sugar in my tea, and i take more than three, and thats what makes me sweet. and i would like to say today it would be nice to run away, monday to thursday every week, we can see what we can be. and you wont serve another drink to lonely men who think they own a piece of you, they snap their fingers, tell you what to do. and they would like to take you home, well i guess their not alone.....................This aint murdermile its just the way i smile. Kiss all your fingers, whats that for? You'll never get to heaven with your shirt all torn..........Not a prisoner, i'm a free man, and my blood is my own now, dont care where the past was, i know where i'm going!......On Iron Horse he flies, on iron horse he'd gladly die.....Change, everything you are and everything you were, youre number has been called, fights battles have begun revenge will surely come, your hard times are ahead.......We're all living in amerika, amerika ist wunderbar......FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YA TELL ME......Sandy why can't we look the other way?......Where's my Elvis?.....Don't try rules cos they do not apply.....She got me with a suckerpunch.....
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