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A somewhat less glamorous book club record today as I talked to David Quantick (I regret making David my laminated shag card now, but I reckon it is at least a realistic possibility) and Chris Barker about their impossibly enjoyable book "The Lost Films of Hollywood". It's such a simple idea of imagining that successful modern films are remakes of older ones and giving you the poster of the "original" but they do it SO well. And I learned today that before this interview they had never actually spoken to each other - it is a project conducted entirely by email. Oh, Brave New World.
They put this together
via kickstarter, (now ended) originally with a calendar and now a full book and I backed both campaigns. I think a few copies are available and there will be a link when the podcast comes out next week.
It seems insane to me that a major publisher or Sunday magazine hasn't snapped this thing up. Everyone who has seen it loves it. One of the nice things about my podcast (and the book club should be carrying on beyond the silly one) is that it can bring attention to something like this. I'm keen for them to do full-sized posters. They really are objects of beauty. And although they are very funny, what I love about it is they have put real thought into it and gone for what would be real (if this was real). Come on stupid publishers - pull your fingers out. Both these boys deserve to be millionaires. David Quantick's lounge looks nice though, so maybe he is already.
Anyway it was a great chat and you can hear it next week. Be patient.
Take that, John Lewis - our new mattresses arrived today. That's what I'm talking about Freeman, Hardy and Willis. We wouldn't even be on our second time trying the things out if we'd gone with you guys. The mattresses seemed fine.
And I still haven't had a chance to kill myself repairing the window because it was one of those Amazon orders that is going to take a month to arrive. But I did find someone who was prepared to come round and have a look at it. And then hopefully mend it. I don't need people who just want to look. But if you want to look at my cracked window then let me know and I'll be in touch.
Ernie and me have been relistening to Danny Robin's "
Do You Believe in Ghosts?" on the way to and back from school this week and Ernie has become obsessed with the idea that we have a poltergeist. He woke me up this morning to say the kitchen lights were flashing on and off and when he got home from school today he noticed that my travel toothbrush had moved from the kitchen (where I'd put it when I emptied my travel bag the other day) to the bathroom. He was disappointed to find I had moved it. He had such hope.
He hasn't even suggested that a poltergeist broke our window, which to be fair, I would believe.
Given that poltergeists tend to appear in the houses of mischievous children interested in ventriloquism, I think there's a chance our home may get some visitations soon.
