How deeply irritating is it when one comes across those that refer to themselves in the 3rd person? Particularly on a blog? Even more so when they have reduced their name to a single word? And so it is here on these pages, which sometimes go strangely silent for weeks, months at a time.
Why? Because that idle, gormless third-person self -- referential Proprietor -- has been doing anything but tending to those tasks (hardly onerous) that call for attention.
Look at him sprawled, ungainly on the couch, whining feeble excuses: "Please, I can only type with one finger. I'll be at it all day. I have to learn my lines. The rugby starts soon. I'm hungry. I might faint. The dog needs a walk. Again. Coffee. For pity's sake, coffee. I am expecting a call. From the White House. I am alcohol deprived. Don’t you understand? I haven’t had a drink since last night. Probably."
So let us stir the vile slug, and try manfully to get this show on the road again. Catch up with the blizzard of interesting stuff that has been happening in the world of Two Paddocks while the Proprietor has been moaning on the couch.
Well , not entirely on the couch. The old bludger has been seen on the party circuit in Toronto, particularly during the Film Festival this month.
He strongly recommends (now isn't that just plain annoying, that 3rd person thing) the following movies (should have seen more, but there were parties to go to – priorities):
Beautiful Kate Harry Brown The Boys are Back Triage
And of course Daybreakers, featuring the old chancer himself, and starring Ethan Hawke and the excellent Willem Defoe, who was there in 3D real time, in person. Daybreakers was shown to a fabulous, vocal audience in Midnight Madness. Loved it.
And look , in the Proprietor’s defense, parties are not entirely silly. When else do you get to catch up with old friends, and make new ones? And what’s life without a pal or two to help you on the way?
Among other friends this year in Toronto: Michael Caine (who incidentally gave a completely hilarious one and a half hour talk on his life in film) Bryan Brown , Rachel Ward -- now a superb director, Emily Mortimer, Clive Owen, Geoffrey Rush, Ernie Dingo, Romola Garai, the Spierigs, Fred Schepisi, Rob Lowe, Brendan Gleeson, Terry Gilliam, et al . What pleasure there is in banter and mild mutual abuse. The Proprietor feels privileged indeed to breathe the same air, etc.
And then, while we are on this shameless name dropping run, the other thing the Proprietor has been up to is his other life as rock groupie. In town recently; the marvelous Ben Harper, with a great new band -- nicest man in the world -- and of course there was the Proprietor backstage grazing brazenly on the catering. Similarly with U2 -- the 360 Tour is astounding, and not to be missed on any account by anyone who loves music, and spectacle. U2 were kind enough to take the Proprietor to a second show in Boston, on their plane, and God love them for that. What a phenomenon they are. And from Dublin. But you knew that already.
One other thing, among many in this vastly underrated city not to be missed is Caribana, Toronto's annual Caribbean Carnival Festival. If you like to be among some 10,000 dancing women wearing just a few feathers among them (and who wouldn’t) then this is for you.
And finally , surprisingly, the Proprietor has been at work on Happy Town, 8 hours for ABC.
This show is devised and produced by an extraordinary trio: Scott Rosenberg, Andre Nemec, and Josh Applebaum -- clever , hilarious maniacs. It should be very original and edgy television. It features the friendliest, most delightful cast possible: Geoff Stults, Lauren German, Amy Acker, Abe Benrubi, Ben Schnetzer, Frances Conroy, Jay Paulsen, M. C. Gainey, Sara Gadon, Robert Wisdom, the fully licensed Steven Weber, and more . All, as they say in my pub, as funny as a fight. On a HiDef screen somewhere adjacent to your sitting room in the late winter/spring . Hold on to your hat, if you are wearing one. And give up smoking -- they say it's bad for you.
But hang on, that’s enough of this blatant and utterly disgraceful name dropping -- back to the real world, for God's sake. Here goes...
Well lets see, what has been happening while the iron fist of the Proprietor has been missing, if not missed?
Over and out. The single digit can take no more.
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Expires 24th August 2025