October 19, 2007
World Book Day
The Mairfair Library contacted me today. They have booked me in for a library talk about Crushed on World Book Day next March!
Posted by frances on October 19, 2007
October 7, 2007
Transfigured Nights
I first met David Blyth, the talented New Zealand film director and scriptwriter when his horror classic, "Death Warmed Up" freaked out the London Film Festival audience in 1984.
Now, his latest film, "Transfigured Nights", an original, funny and extremely futuristic 48 minute short promises to do the same. It has just been selected to be part of Lausanne Underground Film and Music Festival's international film programme which takes place from October 10th to 14th.
The film's blurb says it's 'a 48-minute experimental documentary that explores the wildly perverse, fetishistic pleasures of web cam mask performance.
Director David Blyth takes us into the cyber-homes of a variety of men who show their extreme-sexually charged online behind-the-mask personas...
From the Rubber-encased, Gas-masked MORE RUBBER PLEASE SIR, to the extreme 7-layered, gigantic boobed, and bound HOG-TIED, to the sensual asphyxiation bags of the doll-masked KUNIKO, to the forbidden and haunting Berkha-attired DEEBA, and the hysterically happy ex-Vietnam Vet goodtime gal MISS PIGGY, who wears Pig masks, and cocktail frocks, and twirls topless around her glamour-filled home.
The film, entirely captured from Internet sources, openly explores the new sexuality of the digital age ... and like forbidden videos its impact will be shocking for the honesty it portrays, and hopefully liberating to the world audience at large...'
David will be attending the Lausanne Underground Film Festival, as "Transfigured Nights" has caused an international buzz. Other attendees at the film festival will include early Warhol satellites, Holly Woodlawn and Mary Warnov.
Posted by frances on October 7, 2007
October 6, 2007
An Eureka Moment
I've just had a(nother) therapeutic break in Aldeburgh for a few days. The Suffolk seaside town is still reminiscent of the Fifties, so apart from an insidious sprinkling of second homes, it remains unspoilt. I stayed at the Wentworth, a comfortable hotel owned by Michael Pritt. He inherited it from his parents several years ago, and has got such a marvellous taste in decor, his hotel reminded me of an Agatha Christie film.
The food was fabulous, especially the enormous three course evening meal. One guest ate so much, she got stuck in the bath after dinner and had to be pulled out by one of the waitresses.
When I wasn't playing golf at the Aldeburgh golf club (I'll always be eternally grateful to Keith Preston, the club's pro for giving me my swing), I sat on my room's balcony and stared at the sea. The sound of the waves was so soothing, I even found myself verbally communicating with a corpulent seagull! I also had an eureka moment and managed to mentally solve 'Act 2' of my work-in-progress novel, which I've been having 'difficulty' with.
The holiday was a real rest until the nightmarish journey home. The saga: the M12 was closed, so I resorted to asking a helpful lorry driver parked in a lay-by for directions. (I took out my notebook and) he advised a long detour to Newmarket before driving back to London. The journey from Suffolk to London took almost five hours, but it was worth it. At least I think I've cracked the plot of my new novel!
Posted by frances on October 6, 2007
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