Day raving and the BAFTA's

Hello again, thanks for those who may have read my last entry. I can understand that many of you may have found it to be tedious, drivel which it probably was, but then again I never said these were going to be exciting, although I hope in my next piece of thought on paper you get something out of it.
Last week was a mix of bollocks and good shit. The bollocks being snowed in for too long and just sitting down not doing anything, although I did read A Clockwork Orange (which by the way is bloody brilliant). I am now also temping as a nanny for a family in Kensington. I got the job by applying online, got an interview and now looking back on it must have been the only applicant they bothered to interview, because not only do I lack anything more then 3 months of experience in childcare, I also have a previous record for being a rascal. But the family are pretty safe and the kids aren’t little terrors, and I pretty much get to do what I do at home but get paid 8 pound an hour to do it, and there’s kids there to keep me entertained as well so it’s all good.
This weekend was pretty safe…On Friday me and Rosa attempted to go to the Rhythm Factory but we indulged in too much smoke and drink before hand and never got through the front door of the club, and in the end I ended up in their living room, making some lovely drunken conversation with Ian. The next day however we went to the Every1Sounds after party/day rave, which I have to say, was a cracking experience. Not only was it weird being all refreshed and sober for an every1sounds do, but also weird seeing all the familiar faces of parties in a club environment. The techno was thumping as usual, and although there was a bit of psy-trance going on, the tunes in general were all on top form. After finishing off a cracking Chris Liberator set, me and Rosa set off to pick up some more ammunition in the form of puff. The rest of my weekend was sat in their flat smoking spiffs and watching some shit TV with the odd little rant by either of us every now and then. It was all proper safe as usual and it was good to hang out with them lot again.
Now its time for a little boring rant of the week, on Sunday I watched the BAFTA awards, where as I expected Slumdog Millionaire took nearly everything, which is cool because it’s one of the best films I’ve seen in a while, and is directed by one of Britain’s most awesome directors, who I wish the very best of success at the up and coming Oscars. However the only shock of the night had to be Noel Clarke winning the rising star award, also in the running was Toby Kebbell (who both my vote and money was on).
Now those of you who know Noel Clarke will know that he wrote and starred in Kidulthood and directed, starred and wrote Adulthood. Both films are bloody awful depictions of youth life in London. Someone gets mugged every 5 minutes, the acting is as poor as a primary school nativity play, there is constant continuity and the film is filled with stereotyped characters, that you would move country to avoid if they were to actually exist. Toby Kebbell on the other hand started his career with a moving and very convincing role in one of the best British thrillers of our generation: Dead Man’s Shoes. He then went on to play Joy Divisions manager in Control and was the Rockstar in the latest Guy Ritchie film, Rock N’ Rolla. Which I haven’t seen yet. It was explained to me that no one would of heard for Kebbell and that’s why no one would vote for him, which is what made me feel the award which has made James Mcavoy a bit of a soon to be acting great, just a bit of a farse. Where as there was very little to gain from the Kidult and Adulthood films, all Noel Clarke can account for is a few appearances in Doctor Who and a full series of Auf Wiedersain Pet. Which I think you’d agree is a fairly average CV for any Actor/filmmaker. I do feel for Toby Kebbell because that award would of made people finally take notice of such a young and talented actor who has all the promise Euwan Mcregor had when he first went running down that street in Trainspotting. It feels like a great injustice for British cinema. However I did have to vote for Noel, because he came into our college once to give a talk and he said that if we voted for him he would come in again and let us hold his award, so I suppose every cloud does have a silver lining.

Not too much else I can think of at the moment that is bothering me, although next weekend looks to be a pretty one, so I will write down all gory details in this here blog. Be good to each other and God bless.