What is it about the £1.5 million appearance fee that’s so appealing to you?” “£1.2 million,” Doherty quickly corrected, “and what’s appealing about the money is what’s left over after tax, obviously. Which, turns out, luckily, to be just about enough to pay last year’s tax bill.
At the age of sixteen, or maybe fifteen, my Dad took me to my first gig. I'm aware that isn't a very cool age to see your first show (my brother, Josh, was already playing gigs at fourteen…), but that's irrelevant. We saw Super Furry Animals play Cambridge Corn Exchange. I am supremely blessed to have a father so passionate about music that the first time I heard Super Furry Animal's ‘Radiator’ and Radiohead's ‘OK Computer’ in our household it was from the copies that belonged to him, that (so the story goes) after my birth I was brought home, sat (perched) in front of a loudspeaker and played The Clash (‘London's Calling’, I think), and that, as an otherwise very quiet teenager, I was taken to this first show to see a magnificent band. If you've ever had a piece of music recommended to you by me (and enjoyed it), it's this moment in my life that it stems from.
So, the iPad was released. We see some controversy about Apple's continued push of a closed software and purchasing environment, and we see lots of crap counter-analogies about cars.
Rob: taco shots
Caroline: TACO SHOTS
If Twitter want a consistent user experience across platforms, that's good and that's their right. If Twitter wants the business security of owning their own app, and not being totally dependent on third parties, that's good and that's their right. But there is absolutely no justification for them being so damn cold about it.
If you feel the need to surround yourself with stuff, at the very least make it stuff that you love. Keep it because it appeals to you, not because everyone else has one. To be surrounded by beautiful things - whether it's a view of the hills, or your back garden, paintings, ornaments, plants or pure nothingness - is a luxury that makes life worth the bother. Remembering to stop and look at them is entirely up to us.
I'm surrounded by things. Loads of ‘things’. Art on my walls (Jon Burgerman, Pete Fowler, lots of screenprints), vinyl records and books in a slim bookcase by the wall, some toys balanced on top of that, a stack of board games (and a preference for the oldest editions I can find), plus the first set of ‘Sinfest’ webcomic books spread over a coffee table (I'd like other people to pick them up and start reading.) There are two guitars and a mandolin in the corner. In so far as I do, I love being in possession of these things. But I could do without all of them, individually. They are all beautiful objects, that's their value. But so long as I've got one aesthetic something near me that makes me smile, I'll suffice.
I love bread. I grew up first provided with nice fresh loaves from local groceries, and later—after Dad got his first bread maker—a cavalcade of elaborate breads containing nuts, cheese, olives… and so forth. Put a meal in front of me and I will sample the bread first.