The last Pegg in the coffin…

I kind of agree with Simon Pegg about the seemingly increasing immaturity of adults: Adults’ obsession with science fiction causing society to become infantilised.

It’s pretty obvious that too many bearded boys are walking around in Batman onesies, going to work with Avengers rucksacks and taking Game of Thrones far too seriously. Hell, you can even point a finger at yours truly, at age 44 with a huge comic book collection and far too many sci-fi DVDs. Then again, I’ve been reading comics seriously since my teens and the best titles have grown up with me, many even have explicit ‘Suggested for mature readers’ warnings on their covers.

But enough of defending myself.

What struck me as hypocritical was that Pegg has made his entire career playing that same man-child character, and Spaced, brilliant as it was, was probably more responsible for instilling the idea that you could be an adult and still enjoy yourself with sci-fi than any other show. And, as the article goes on to point out, he’s not going to step off that gravy train any time soon:

“[Pegg] first achieved cult fame in 1999 after co-writing the Channel 4 sitcom Spaced, in which he played a science fiction-consuming slacker and aspiring comic book artist. Then came Shaun of the Dead, the hit 2004 “rom-zom-com” in which he played a hapless, slightly immature 30-something fighting off zombies.

Other career highlights have included the films How to Lose Friends and Alienate People, in which he plays a hapless, slightly immature 30-something journalist, and Run, Fatboy, Run, in which he played a hapless, slightly immature 30-something boyfriend who runs away from his pregnant fiancée on his wedding day.

For fans worried that Pegg might grow up onscreen, however, there appears to be no immediate need to panic. In August he will star in Absolutely Anything, about a hapless, slightly immature 40-something given the power to do absolutely anything by ‘some very mad aliens’.”

Coming from anyone else, this my have been a valid piece of social observation, but as it is, it sounds a bit like Pegg is shitting where he eats. And don’t get me started about that awful Scotty accent…

Io9 has some proper rebuttals to his argument.

Don’t mix beer and literature…

Meeting up with a friend last week, we hadn’t seen each  other for a while and were reflecting on old times. During the conversation she happened to say  “The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there.”

“Indeed,” said I, or words to that effect, “that’s from The Inbetweeners!”


What I really meant was The Go-Between.


Managed to laugh at myself while not so drunk that I didn’t feel really stupid.


Penny Delightful…

I’m really enjoying the new season of Penny Dreadful. Last night’s exchange between Vanessa and Caliban was particularly entertaining, particularly as his views on religion echo my own:

“I read the Bible when I was younger. Then I discovered Wordsworth. And the old parables and platitudes seemed anaemic, even unnecessary.”

He later goes on to quote Blake’s To See a World… Like the creature in Mary Shelley’s original masterpiece, he’s infinitely more human than the real monsters that surround him.

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”

Too old to rock ‘n’ roll, too young to die!

A late birthday present to myself – a cheap (but very nice) Les Paul copy that I can noodle away on in the privacy of my bedroom. I’ve not owned or played a guitar in years, but fancied getting back into it.


Only, my youngest son has decided that this is evidence of another mid-life crisis. And anyone else that I’ve told about it have not exactly laughed in my face, but have all strained to maintain polite composure.

Seems that the societal pressure overall after 40 is to slow down, be serious and begin preparations for rot and decay.

Fuck that!