Capsule Book Reviews…

As is probably obvious I’ve given up on weekly book and album reviews, mostly because I’m failing miserably on the album front.

Still, here’s a catch up on what I’ve been reading, just to prove I’ve kept to better than one a week, and so I’ve got a record for later in the year:

Non fiction
Cities by John Reader
A book about the history and growth of the city. Not a specific city, just cities generally. A bit academic for on-the-bus reading, but I thought it was interesting. When I have some time, I’m going to re-read it again and try and absorb more this time.

The Subterranean Railway: How the London Underground Was Built and How It Changed the City Forever by Christian Wolmar
I like the tube. I like it’s history, because it’s full of the sort of quality Victorian mad bastards and Men Of Vision that you just couldn’t make up.

A Long Way Gone by Ishmael Beah
The account of a former child soldier from Sierra Leone. Very, very good indeed. Ths single best book in this batch of reading material, in fact, and one I strongly urge you to seek out.

Fiction
The Devil’s Home On Leave by Derek Raymond
I am utterly fucking ecstatic that someone is bringing Raymond back into print. This was the only one of his Factory novels that I hadn’t read, and it’s as good as all the others – black, horrible crime writinf of the finest, most damaged kind.

Darkly Dreaming Dexter by Jeff Lindsay
And here’s the much less good kind of crime fiction – a trash potboiler that I’m astonished anyone could turn into an entire TV series, but apparently they have. I’ve seen a few episodes of the TV show – they struck me as badly written, and over exposited. The novel’s first person perspective is a bit more forgiving, but still, this is just more serial-killer-cool that the like of Hannibal made popular. It’s entertaing enough, but it’s not actually good, you know?

Altered Carbon
Broken Angels
Woken Furies
Market Forces
all by Richard Morgan
A rare thing: good (or at least enjoyable) cyberpunk writing.

Bastard Parcelforce

I have just spent a deeply frustrating 20 mins on the phone with Parcel Force’s computer. Their idea of customer service seems to be stuck in the mid-ninties, as they eschew even the most basic Indian call centre, preferring instead to use a system that doesn’t seem to have any way of connecting me to an actual human.

There is a package I really want to be able to collect today. If I can’t, I face another internet-free weekend. I want to confirm that it’s at the depot, that it will not be sent out again, and that it will wait there until I knock off work early, and collect it.

I cannot speak to a human, and I cannot convince their fucking voice recognition system that I live at 270A rather than 278, so I cannot make certain of this.

Does anyone know a number for Parcelforce that I can use that will result in speaking to a human?

Edit: It turns out it’s surprisingly easy. The options go:

Press 1 for….
Press 2 for….
[pause]
[pause]
[caller presses one of the above, thinking that’s it]
Press 3 for…
Press 4 for…
[pause]
[caller hangs up in disgust]
Press 5 for an Indian call centre.

Still, got there in the end, after phoning their head bloody office.

Just so’s you know…

My home internet is down again. Changing ISP in the middle of this week ought to fix it, but until then, I can’t promise anything like reliable responses to emails or other things, as the only net access I’ve got it at work, where I am about to vanish into a black hole of spreadsheets and financial reporting for the next month, as one of our clients prepares for the Christmas period.

If I owe you email, or a response to anything on-line in general, I’ll try and get to it when I can. Sorry.

Not reading back

Have been offline for four days now. The shakes on the third day were the worst part, but I got through it. Anyway, I don’t propose to read back more than my current 50 post friends page, so if there’s anything you need me to know or care about on LJ since last Wednesday night, please leave a comment directing me to it.

In unrelated news, my god, wasn’t the ending of Dr Who fucking awful? They were doing really bloody well for a season closer – “Utopia” and “The Sound of Drums” were astonishingly good for RTD-penned episodes (helped especially by John Simm) and even the first 20 minutes of “Last of the Timelords” was pretty reasonable. And then it just turned into the biggest heap of steaming shit I’ve seen out of modern-era Dr Who. Worse than the ending of the first season, which I really thought was where they hit bottom.

Anyone want to bet against Sea Devils being the big re-vamped villain for next season, by the way?

Bastard Internets

I have been without internet all bloody day. I’m only on-line now because there’s a very weak signal from an unencrypted network belonging to one of the neighbors, and I expect that to fail at any minute. And the internet is not expected to be fixed properly for another 48 hours or so. I may go mad.

If you have sent email or left comments, do not assume I will get them. Get hold of my by mobile.

White Mischief: Ready For His Close Up

White Mischief: Ready For His Close Up

Still working through the White Mischief backlog, and here’s the last of the lead singers, Toby of Kunta Kinte, one of the organisers of the night. Not got very much to say about this one.

I also have a small collection of photos that I’ll put up in the next day or two from a couple of birthday parties at the weekend, and I’ll probably put one or two of them across here, but since they’re mostly of family and friends, and therefore of limited interest, I won’t put the lot on here.

White Mischief: Evil Genius

White Mischief: Evil Genius

Doesn’t work are full res, but it’ll do for a web shot. Common wisdom regarding concert photography is that microphones and their stands are bad things to have in shot, but I rather like them here.

For the avoidance of doubt, though: Charlie (pictured) is actually very tall, not some strange midget, as this photo might make him look.

Y’know, I’ve had to disclaim two things about this shot. Perhaps that ought to tell me something…

White Mischief: Our Hostess

White Mischief: Our Hostess

A shot of our hostess for the night, Mysti Vine. I can’t quite decide how I feel about this – either the shot is a sucess because of the way her eyes stand out of the picture, or the fact that they do is ruining it. I honestly don’t know. I suppose they are, at least, striking.

This is perhaps a fairly extreme example of my tendency to leave lots of space in my photos of people – I tend to allow a person at most two thirds of the frame, and I tend to prefer it if they’re kept down to a third of the frame. It’s one of the reasons I don’t do conventional portraiture very often, because I don’t like shots that are just about the person in them. A little more space in the shot is my attempt to remind the viewer that the subject exists in a wider context…