Linking to a trailer seems like using my blog to do the work of the advertisers, but this has me very, very excited indeed. The trailer for Spectre came out last night; I was counting down the seconds to 11.45. When I saw it, I was immediately intrigued and left itching to watch the film -which is, of course, exactly what a teaser trailer is supposed to do. Mr. White, the villain from Casino Royale, is back, but what is his relationship with Spectre, and who are those guys in the shadows? I know, as a proper cinephile, that I'm not supposed to succumb to such hype; I'm supposed to be immune to and above this marketing. Yet I can't help it - Bond is back...again, and I'm squealing with glee like a ten year old. What would Alan or Dave, my old film lecturers, say? Nevertheless, I can't wait till december to see this film.
The journalist in me thinks I should be doing some sort of analysis of last night's debate between CaMoron and Miliband, but I don't know whether I can add anything. Both men said what we all knew they would say: miliband performed slightly better than I expected, but simply laid out what we already knew to be his philosophies, save with a little more passion. CaMoron trotted out the same old neoliberal, arrogant tripe, still bragging about lowering tax as if it was something honourable, and not the perpetuation of greed. In short, last night did not change my opinions one iota, and therefore I cannot say much about it. Perhaps I'll have more to say on the coming debates. That remains to be seen, though, so for now I'll leave it there.
It has been quite a cool afternoon. I was just in a really interesting meeting with some colleagues from rix, but didn't have to leave my desk. Rather than physically going to meet each other, we decided to hold our meeting using Facebook's chat facility. It suited everyone given we live all over the country, yet for me it had an additional bonus: for once, I was communicating like everyone else. Where others usually talk, I type as it were. But today we were all typing, so everyone was on the same level, constrained by the same rules. It felt great. On top of that, it was a really productive meeting, fruitful in terms of ideas and actions. I now have a few things to think about and look into. In all, then, a great afternoon.
I defy anyone to tell me that this is not awesome. A punk band made up of musicians with learning disabilities is to represent Finland at the Eurovision Song Contest. They are called PKN; I just gave a listen, and they sound very much like the type of old-school rock band I love. Give this a spin, for example. They might have autism and down syndrome, they might be middle-aged, but these guys can rock! I only came across them this afternoon, but I think I'm a fan. I'll certainly be keeping an eye on them. Surely this is yet another example of disability arts coming into the mainstream. I'd be interested to see whether they have any upcoming gigs in London, or whether we could get them together with the Paraorchestra.
Quite why cerebral palsy needs an 'awareness day' is still unclear to me, but the internet just reminded me that 25th march is cp awareness day. According to the website about it, ''World CP Day is a global innovation project to change the world for people living with cerebral palsy and their families. It is designed to gather ideas from people around the world and make the best of those ideas a reality.'' Frankly, though, it just seems like a marketing tool for transnational charities; a gimmick designed to draw attention to their 'good work'. People with cp don't need a day: they need year-round support to live their lives as they wish. That requires government support via a solid welfare state, not the patronising and repressive interference of charity; and we certainly do not need any puerile gimmicks which benefit only charities. In short, world cp day is a tool charities use to draw attention and cudos for themselves by claiming to help people like me, but I for one do not want to be used.