Maybe you do only live twice, but we still haven't lived long enough to appreciate this piece of comedy theatre.
Kissing of the dirty kind in York Theatre Royal
Cheap lager and bad cigarettes in the York Theatre Royal.
A little cultured activity for these dark, dark days.
York Art Gallery has a Tracey Emin exhibition. Well I never. Tracey 'I find helicopters sexually arousing' Emin? In York's little gallery? I'm surprised to say the least. It turns out that my journey of Emin-discovery has been littered with surprises, and pleasant ones at that.
"I have never had so many ideas on art in my head and am forced to paint flowers! While I am painting them, I imagine Michelangelo before peonies and roses. It cannot go on like this." So said Henri Fantin-Latour before going on to complete more than 800 paintings of flowers. With so many connections to the French symbolist and impressionist movements, it seems that Henri Fantin-Latour was fated never to experiment with his artistic ideas, he was just too damn good at traditional, realist paintings of foliage.
"Saying "that's so new rave" is so new rave". Ah, what a little pearl of wisdom from To My Boy's Sam White. So, to be both new rave, and to nicely compartmentalise this up and coming duo, I'm going to say that To My Boy's electro dancey indie pop tunes are so new rave. And it's only a good thing.
"The maximum kind of anti-death thing you could do." What on earth is Damien Hirst talking about? Becoming a doctor? A priest? A non-smoker? No, no. He is of course referring to a skull covered with diamonds.
