Deja Vu... You know when you have a really bad headache but you want to listen to Guitar Wolf anyway... Jess dragged me to the top of The Monument today. Every time I climb those 311 steps it feels like 311 x 100. That's right. 31100. Here's a panorama of just some of the crap on our doorstep. Stuff that caught my eye today besides filthy rooftops and bemused pigeons were the trailers for Tim Burton's CORPSE BRIDE and Crispin Hellion Glover's WHAT IS IT? Burton seems to be going backwards but that has to be better than the last few things he's been attached to. Glover is just a madman who has always been wasted in other people's movies so it's exciting to see him wander off down Alejandro Jodorowsky lane. Last night I spoke to Alan who was on his way to Hawaii, but should be back in San Francisco in time for us to hook up. He's in the process of renting his new island home (my furniture is on the water as we speak) and he told me get online and have a peek at the place: He is now forever linked in my mind with MAGNUM P.I. No Londonist stuff today (yet) but yesterday I had something to say about feminism and Peter Stringfellow... Mike is writing to Guitar Wolf