Monthly Archives: May 2011
A new James Bond Book, Carte Blanche, was unveiled yesterday, with an exotic new villain for 007.
Niall Dunne, a lanky Irish assassin with a strange walk.
The beginning of the latest Bond book, which was published around the world yesterday, heavily features a deadly assassin initially known simply as ‘The Irishman’.
‘Carte Blanche’, commissioned by the estate of the late Bond creator Ian Fleming, is written by the best-selling American thriller writer Jeffery Deaver.
The opening sequence takes place in Serbia where a gangly Irishman with a distinctive blond fringe is waiting for a train carrying methyl isocyanate — the chemical that killed 8,000 people in the 1984 Bhopal disaster in India — to plunge into the Danube.
Bond’s orders are to “conduct an extraordinary rendition” of the Irishman back to Britain so he can be forced to reveal the nature of a bigger threat.
But the spy learns about the train and the Irishman’s plans to derail it, spilling the deadly chemical into the Danube.
Bond manages to stop him, but only just, and within a few pages the Irishman, Niall Dunne — who we learn is from the North, and is described as 6ft 2in tall, with a strange walk — has killed, cut throats and ripped toenails off people getting in the way of his escape plans.
Bond Faces Off Against Irish Villain (John Spain, Irish Independent)
Courtney Cruz as a stormtrooper
Scarlet (she may have cousins in Moneygall) O’Gasm as Jabba the Hutt
Lucy Fur as C-3PO
Scenes from a Star Wars themed burlesque show last year at the Bordello Club in LA.
Via Charlie Brooker, whose many followers briefly and inadvertently crashed us yesterday after CB tweeted a link to that ‘How To Ruin Star Wars’ post.
We’re not worthy. No really we’re not.
Star Wars Burlesque: Tatooine-Styled Shenanigans at the Bordello (LA Weekly)
The Ostrich: a ‘new work resting paradigm’ from Studio KG. The blurb sez:
OSTRICH offers a micro environment in which to take a warm and comfortable power nap at ease. It is neither a pillow nor a cushion, nor a bed, nor a garment, but a bit of each at the same time. Its soothing cave-like interior shelters and isolates our head and hands (mind, senses and body) for a few minutes, without needing to leave our desk.
It appears to be a concept. You can’t buy it. Good. Look at the second picture.
Is that how you’d want your corpse found?













