Jellyfish & Labyrinth

(Sounds like a pub, that does ~ "The Jellyfish & Labyrinth" )



"In a Related Story, Keira Knightley Spotted Scouring the Beach for Buried Treasure

Guy: My gawd, what is that?
Chick: What?
Guy: This thing here. Medical waste is washing up on the shore.
Chick: What are you talking about?
Guy: Right there. It's a breast implant.
Chick: It's a jellyfish, you ninny.
Guy: I wondered why there were so many.

--Jersey shore

via Overheard in New York, Jun 26, 2006


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I am reading, and absolutely loving, Labyrinth by Kate Mosse (no, not the coke- snorting coat-hanger with the inexplicable predeliction for skanky smack-heads and curiously 24-7 child-care arrangements, thankfully. After Naomi Campbell's Swan I think we can do without anymore model-author-whatever reinventions. Although "Naomi Campbell's Anger Management Handbook" might be a seller....). Anyway, back to the book ~ it's fantastic ~ beautifully written, impeccably researched (I assume ~ I'm not so hot on the history of 13th Century France that I'd spot any glaring errors) and it's a riveting, undulating, kick-ass "girls can be Indiana Jones, too" thrilling read. I've got about 250 pages to go (it's a doorstep!)and I'm already getting sad that I'll be finished soon.

Incidentally, anyone know how to get into www.mosselabyrinth.co.uk? It's very frustrating!

I'm with the band?

Hello, you lovely helpful people,

Can anyone suggest any novels based around the following areas, as I am having difficulty finding any!

~ the music scene of the sixties e.g. swinging London, the Merseybeat scene, anywhere else.....
~ fictionalised rock / pop bands ~ preferably the sixites, but any other era / music genre also of interest.
~ any other fiction set in or around the music industry.

Alternately, does anyone have any annecdotes about the music scene of the 1960's (1963-1967 ish) that they would be willing to share? Privately and anonymously if required....

Many thanks in advance, rock on!
Kate

By Gum!

Last night I saw the single most terrifying TV advert of my life.

No, not the one with the "juddery man", or the scary BBC digital heads, or the drink-driving ones. This was an advert for anti-ageing toothpaste. Yes, indeed. Some glossy-maned "mature" lady (i.e. over 25, but probably under 40, this is TV land after all) snips how she doesn't mind the odd wrinkle or grey hair (she is, ironically, botoxed up the the hairline of her expensively highlighted Jemima Khan 'do) but when her gums started to age, well stone the crows but that was a stage too far!

Luckily some science boffins have had the foresight to invent anti-ageing toothpaste, which improves gum health by a wholly unquantifiable (here comes the science bit) "73%". 73% of what, exactly? And can we expect that soon cosmetic dentists will come forward with a further six symptoms of haggard gums, seeing as how there are a whole seven signs of ageing skin (cheers Mr Olay) and seven unsightly signs of unhealthy hair (kudos, Pantene)?

Which part of our rapidly decaying selves will be next to be hauled under the microscope for intense scrutiny and declared unfit for public view due to its failure to defy the laws of phsyics and temporal progression? Don't know about anyone else, but my inner ear canal is nowhere near as pink and perky as it was when I was 21. Gap in the market, eh?