Harry Patch (in memory of)

Radiohead have a new song, an epitaph to Harry Patch, the last survivor of WW1 who died on the 25th of July at the age of 111. I find it hard to imagine that we now live in a world which contains no-one with any first hand experience of the war, 'lest we forget'.

The song itself is a simple 5 minute series of rising strings, with Thom Yorke lamenting over the top; clearly Radiohead in the same mindset as they were when they wrote 'Last Flowers'. It's by no means a masterpiece; I find the juxtaposition between the sweeping string orchestra and Thom's arhythmic lyrics quite difficult to handle, but then I should be used to that sort of thing with Radiohead. Probably a grower, certainly a song written about a very important subject - lets hope its presence in millions of iPods will help to keep people reminded of the sacrifice these men made.

You can download the track from http://download.waste.uk.com/Store/did.html for £1, and all the proceeds go to the Royal British Legion.

The Golem - Flyering

The run of Broken Glass Theatre Company's "The Golem" finished on Sunday, and what a run it was. I didn't write about it during the run, because it soon became clear that the main route for people to find our website was through search engines, and with the huge number of online listings for the show (timeout etc.), I didn't want any blog posts to appear in the way to distract people from the broken glass website. The show ran for 4 nights, and you can see a series of blog posts posted during the run by one of the cast members here.

Camden Town is a unique place - it seems to contain people that only exist in Camden; I'm not sure any of the tattooed, mohicaned, ear-lobe-plugged, dressed-in-leathers-with-metal-studding people ever leave Camden, or if they do, they are so quickly diluted by the less eclectic of us that they go relatively unnoticed. In Camden however, they suddenly burst to the top of the demographic pile, so that those of us dressed in jeans and a t-shirt suddenly fade into a minority.

There are also, of course, a large number of tourists in Camden, who waft around in the breeze of Camden-residents rushing from stall to stall picking up random paraphenalia emblazoned with the Union Jack. In trying to discern who to hand a flyer you find yourself trying to calculate people's grasp of the English language from 10 feet - if someone says "merci" on taking one of your flyers you know you've probably wasted it. But then you never know, the Frenchwoman who briefly forgets the English for thank you might be a massive fan of physical theatre regardless of whether or not she can understand the language. Even then she might be multilingual. At the end of the day, you have to hand out your 500 flyers to the first 500 people who show an interest in taking one from your hand. I'd love to know what they flyering success rate is. Perhaps 1%?

More Camden Fringe related posts to come - I'm going to split them up, because there's so much I could talk about!