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No doubt that Celux is passe in Tokyo - I mean all that trouble to gain membership and for what, to spend more money. Well no matter, cos Tokyo has spawned another the Tokyo Hipsters Club down in Harajuku.

THC (geddit) is the brainchild of Kobe-based Japanese fashion giant World - who have annual sales of 230 billion yen. The British designer Tom Dixon, creative director of Habitat UK, was dropped in to his first stab at architecture - the result is a raw concrete space with three floors, including a gallery, book store and rooftop cafe besides the retail space.

Not sure who the target audience is given the 60's revolutionary vibe... I think I'll stick to Celux :-)

Thanks to the surprisingly good but terribly named 'Shameful Secrets of the 70s' on Sky I am on the road to re-living my childhood. Featured on Saturday’s show was the Casio VL Tone, pictured left.

Now, when I was a kid I would have sold my granny for one of these. I was so jealous of my friend who had one and I used all the pester power I could muster, and this was before pester power was recognized as an official power, I think then we just had ‘nuclear’ and it’s old adversary ‘flower’. It is not so much that I wanted to be a musician, we had had tried a few piano lessons unsuccessfully, I think it was because I had a crush on Richard Clayderman (my sister was infatuated with Julio Iglesias - we were odd kids who grew up in the colonies - say no more)

Anyway my mother, rather sensibly, wouldn't let me have one. I was not exactly the best behaved of children and adding excess noise to the general ankle biting assault on her senses was always avoided where possible. So I never got one and I never married Richard Clayderman, which is lucky as he is a very unattractive man and, as I am no stunner myself, the genetic pool would have been very unsightly.

So, when I saw the Casio on Sky I thought ‘ebay-tastic’ and I was delighted to find that there are about three hundred thousand available for around the fifty pence mark. I look forward to uploading my first composition!

You know how some couples have a list of famous people that either is allowed to have an illicit affair with because they have had a crush on them since they were 12 and the chances of actually meetings them, striking up some chemistry and getting them into bed are about as rare as rocking horse poo?

Well, I am a single girl and I can sleep with any of my celeb crushes that care to (please form an orderly queue, you know who you are). But, I am a proud optimist and wannabe Taoist who tries to see the good in people and never ever judges a book by its cover, so I have instead my ‘tell them like it is’ list that I have made with my 'good versus bad karma' conscience. I have a list of famous people that I am allowed to take to one side and berate like a banshee should I get the chance to meet them, even though I know nothing about them other than what I have read in Chat or Heat magazine.

The list doesn’t alter much (I do strive to see the good in people after all) so it was quite something when, this morning, Zadie Smith came crashing in at number one, toppling Robbie Williams off the top spot, thanks to her comments about us English folk. On explaining why she disliked us so much, Ms Smith told an American magazine (that’s brave isn’t it) "It's the way people look at each other on the train - just general stupidity, madness, vulgarity, stupid TV shows, aspirational arseholes, money everywhere”. Perhaps she should use her much lauded empathy and keen observation to realize that most of us work a boring 9 to 5 and squeeze ourselves onto an overstuffed train only to read over someone's shoulder that some jumped-up flavour of the month just called us all arseholes – what no smiles on the Central line today?

What I find most fascinating about her comments is the statement "When I think of England now I just think about the England that I loved, and it's just gone," Hang on there, this isn’t some 85 year old banging on the about the good old days, this is a 30 year old. An 85 year old can legitimately argue that life was better in a bygone age, there is validity in the fact that you didn’t have to lock your doors, you knew your postman and had lashings of blitz spirit. I am happy with that, life is very different, you have a right to compare and contrast, I’m all ears. But I am fortunate in that I do not have to use a writers skill or a Cambridge degree in order to put myself in Zadie’s place, we are both 30, grew up in north London and, it would seem, like a rant. So what exactly was it about the 80’s and 90’s that was so appealing? What are you wistfully thinking we have lost? The term ‘yuppie’ and conspicuous consumption? Black Ash flatpack wardrobes and the launch of TVam?

Zadie, good luck for the Booker but don’t expect too many smiles on the train the next time you are home and watch out for an eternal optimist with a 'get out of jail free' karma card. (By the way, that was the most cheerful picture I could find of Zadie. Enjoying your glare Zadie?)

Am I the only person in the world that just doesn't get Anthony and the Johnsons? I was absolutely flabbergasted while watching the Mercury Music Prize and the second showing of his performance actually reduced me to pee-my-pants hysterics.

Please, please help me out here, if I am a misguided ignoramus, not down with the kids or generally a music buffoon, please explain it to me in terms I can understand why the deranged warbling of the school Goth with a voice like a muppet is supposed to enrapture me?

I wouldn't normally deign to comment on things musical, as it is really not my forte, but I feel vindicated by the comments from Jo Whiley and that long haired thing from NME. She said something along the lines of "we have played it on the radio and unfortunately the general public just don't seem to like it" and he said something along the lines of (and I paraphrase massively here) "it is an acquired taste that you have to work at, just give it a chance". What like olives?

Still at least Coldpay didn't get it. Every cloud….

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A few years back a good friend of mine in NY took me to see the cult movie, The Last Picture Show, as directed by Peter Bogdanovich. Although the movie was not exactly to my taste I was lucky enough to be in the audience of Peter Bogdanovich who had attended the screening. He was a wonderfully entertaining character with many anedotes about the many stars he knew over the years and his doomed relationship with Cybill Sheperd.

There is a great interview with him by the BBC World Service that's worth taking a look at.
He also has a new book out called Who the Hell's in It?: Conversations with Legendary Film Stars that is supposed to be very entertaining (I've not had a chance to read it yet).

Although I knew of the Tokyo Disney Resort I had no idea just how big it actually is nor how crazy the Japanese are for Mickey and his friends. Approx. 25 million people visit the park each year with 90% being Japanese. There is also a Hong Kong Disney resort opening in 2006.
And I have never seen so many people with mouse ears on their head!

So there's this guy who lives in London called Danny Wallace who placed a free classified ad in Loot asking 'Join Me' and asking whoever would join to send him a passport photo (to prove they were serious).

4000 replies later and people are looking to him as a leader and asking what he wants them to do - so rather than tell them that there was no point he decided to declare that they should carry out 'Random Acts of Kindness' every Friday.
And so a non-religious, non-political Karma Army (non-cult) was born and encourages people to commit random acts of kindness.
There are now two books: Join Me and Random Acts Of Kindess, a Join Me film, and a US/UK tour.

And we thought religion was over.