Showing posts with label George Clooney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George Clooney. Show all posts

Sunday, April 12, 2026

I need noise . . . any noise

. . . whilst playing darts. Otherwise Sid Waddell enters my thoughts* whilst throwing.
 
For background news, I threw on the pilot episode of ER from 1994 'cos I'm jonesing for new episodes of The Pitt, and at the end of every episode of The Pitt, HBO is telling us to watch ER for our medical drama fix. I never bite - every episode of The Pitt has too much to chew on - but they've finally worn me down and I have a new go to for background noise whilst throwing my 26s, 83s and the occasional 180. (See below, folks.)



42/50

 

*I'm lying about Sid Waddell's voice in my head. It's Sid Little's voice.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Love Him, He's A Liberal

What's those lines from Phil Ochs's introduction to his live performance of the 'Ringing of Revolution':

" This is a fictional song . . . a cinematic song. You've got to picture this mansion on the top of a hill housing the last of the idle rich, the last of the bourgeois, the last of the folk singers. As they are being encircled tighter and tighter by their ringing of revolution, all the people on the inside spiritually resemble Charles Laughton; all the people on the outside physically resemble Lee Marvin . . . "

Nice to see that George Clooney is lending his name and financial support to the writers strike.