Coldplay receives Q award for Best Act in the World Today: full transcript (cos alvin asked for it)
(credit: Q magazine)
Chris Martin: Holy shit!
(At his table Liam Gallagher mimes crying motions)CM: Somewhere in the world, Alan McGee is having a heart attack. I don't know if you remember that, but he said that we'd never make it
(the former Oasis manager's actial description was "bed-wetters"). And he was in a way right, because we may be the Best Act in the World Today, but probably not tomorrow. It'll probably go back to Oasis, to whom we'd like to show our undying love and respect, and fuck the tabloids, because they make our lives a misery. And you know what? We're not in a fight with anyone! Except George Bush and all those guys!
(Muffled shouts of "Go Bush!" from the Oasis camp.)CM: And I think Liam, even though he's been rude... he's charming...
Liam Gallagher: I'm being polite, knobhead!
Johnny Buckland
(Coldplay guitarist): Thanks to everyone that's helped us out...
LG: Come on, have a pop!
CM:
(Laughs) What did he say?
LG: You're a plant pot!
CM: What else am I trying to say?
JB: I don't know.
CM: We're not great at these speech things, but it's amazing to win this - there's Hooky
(Peter Hook, New Order bassist) over there, there's Yoko Ono, who's something of a goddess, there's Richard Ashcroft
(former Verve frontman), who's given us his respect, and that meant a lot to us, and there's all of you people... Some of you probably hate us, but I couldn't give a shit because we're the best act in the world!
(Applause)
random thoughts on life or something like it.
moosic:
between the arcade fire, hard-hi, kaiser chiefs, the magic numbers, an on-form (!) madonna, and a new kate bush CD (first in 12 years!), 2005 is turning out to be one heck of a year in music.
general creepiness:
introducing the Nanometer-silver Cryptomorphic Condom! for ladies! complete with somewhat intimidating looking insertion attachment. and creepy william hung lookalike in the background.
apparently its "essentially an antiseptic foam spray that the manufacturer claims forms a physical membrane inside the vagina, protecting it from infection, acting as a barrier to pregnancy and providing a lubricating effect."
chicken little:
so disney fall out with pixar, turn their backs on the 2D animation that made the house of mouse what it is today, embrace 3D animation as the future of the company, and they become... dreamworks??? it's not that i hate the movie, in fact i'd rate it a respectable 6 1/2 out of 10, its just all so... pointless. i think LA daily news puts it best:
"It's not painful, just completely unnecessary."
there's scant character development, a frenetic pace, pop-culture references, cheesy moments of (hopefully intentional) self-parody, and elements drawn from countless animated features that've come and gone. oh not to mention that tired moral of the story (parents: your kid wants to jump onto the slanting conical roof of a tower 20 storeys high out of a window 3 metres below it? that's fine! just believe in him.)
yeah i know, it's a kids movie, and i'm not knocking it for that -in fact i loved madagascar for the same reasons- just that if this is representative of disney's new direction, and if this is the same production house that's gonna be responsible for toy story 3... walt disney must be turning in his grave.
which brings us to..
mel is crazy:
so you think chicken little is superior to finding nemo in every way, and lion king is just a boring kid's movie? 'nuff said.
wrestling!
first up, RIP eddie guerrero. you will be missed.
TNA - samoa joe's squash matches every week on impact are starting to grow a little old. not to mention the fact that the more i watch him, the more i feel inclined to revise my opinion of him as a performer, and agree with pete that joe is severely overrated. lessee... as far as match flow is concerned, he's no better than even ric flair or any wwe wrestler: face wash, running knee, dropkick, samoan drop (sometimes), then the muscle buster and choke. his physical size prevents him from chain wrestling in the style (no pun intended) of AJ styles and co., and he only seems to raise his game when in the big matches, as a foil to the faster, fitter, hyperactive X-div bunnies. his only major selling point is how stiff his wrestling looks (and is), and since when was that a good thing?
clubbing on wednesdays
new zouk: impossible to get in unless you queue before 9 on wednesdays. damn mambo kids.
double O: good music, crappy bartenders and door bitches. needs better air-con.
quote of the month!
(note: despite the picture's suggestion to the contrary, it's actually gallagher who's making the botanical accusation)
