Showing posts with label the saint. Show all posts
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Monday, August 03, 2009

Ask Militant Ginger

It's that time again! Where we sift through the search-terms that people have entered into Google and answer the questions that brought readers to Militant Ginger.

Is Stephanie Meyer an anti-gay supporter?

Stephanie Meyer, the author of the best-selling vampire melodrama ‘Twilight’, has been at the center of much discussion recently. Did she contribute towards the passing of ‘Proposition 8’, the controversial bill that banned same-sex marriage in California?

The issue seems to revolve around her affiliation to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. The LDS, of course, are strongly opposed to same-sex marriage and equal rights for homosexuals. In fact, they were one of the strongest supporters of ‘Prop Hate.’

If Mormonism plays such an important part in Meyer’s life (which, by all accounts, it does) surely it’s logical to assume that she shares their attitude towards gay-marriage.

Well, I have a friend who’s a Mormon and if she’s taught me anything, it’s that Mormons defy expectations. They’re individuals and capable of making their own minds up on these issues. Generalizations are both stupid and inaccurate.

So while it’s a fair suspicion that Meyer might be 'for' Prop 8 – that’s a conclusion only reached by making several assumptions.

We assume that Meyer gives 10% of her income to her local church. Then we assume that this church supports Proposition 8 and other anti-gay legislation. That’s why most people assume she supports anti-gay legislation.

However, assumptions aren’t proof – and in her defense, it’s worth nothing that there’s no record of Meyer making a direct financial contribution towards supporting Proposition 8. Likewise, her church didn’t directly fund the campaign either (although over $190,000 was paid ‘in kind’ by the Church’s members.)

That’s proof that Stephanie Meyer’s didn’t directly support Proposition 8 - and even if she does support the measure, she’s remaining conspicuously quiet on the matter. Probably a wise move, as the Twilight franchise is very popular with some members of the LGBT community

What sort of car is a Furillac?

A Furillac? Well, it’s the monstrously powerful sports coupe driven by Simon Templar, in the first of Leslie Charteris’ ‘Saint’ novels.

Although The Saint is best remembered for driving a Volvo (or the fictional Hirondel) he actually started his career in crime behind the wheel of the equally fictional Furillac.

Charteris didn’t give much of a description of this car, but from the name (suspiciously like Cadillac) and the few words he did write, it’s safe to assume that it might have been a powerful American coupe much like the Cords of the 1930s.

In the novel ‘The Last Hero,’ later renamed ‘The Saint Closes the Case,’ Templar’s Furillac falls into the hands of the police and he hits the road in his friend Norman Kent’s Hirondel (a car loosely based on Charteris’ own Bugatti roadster.)

When Kent nobly sacrifices his life in the final pages of the novel (leaving Simon a note – ‘Nothing is Won without Sacrifice’) Simon seems to adopt the car as his own – and drives it for more or less the rest of his literary career.

(Cord picture courtesy of the Kilted Travel Agent)

Can you get a New Jersey driver’s license on a Tourist Visa?

No. In order to get a driver’s license in New Jersey, you have to have a valid VISA that is good for at least six months or more. Even the B-class Tourist Visa is only good for six months. Some states, however, do offer State driving licenses with less stringent regulations (and depending on the state, these can be exchanged for a New Jersey license after proving residency.)

What’s the British ‘English’ Mindset?

This is a question that could take an entire blog post to answer. Perhaps several of them!

From my point of view, the typical ‘British’ mindset isn’t always a positive one. Brits can be snobby – in both directions. ‘Reverse’ snobbery is rife and most people in Britain are instantly judged (and condemned) based on things like their accent.

Brits also have a tendency to hammer down any nails that ‘stand too tall’ and entrepreneurialism, ambition and success seem to be somewhat frowned upon. Brits should, to paraphrase Prince Charles, ‘know their place’ and be satisfied with it.

But moving to America, I have identified some typically ‘British’ traits that I do like. For example, Brits have a wonderful knack for keeping their mouths shut, whereas Americans (especially from New York) have an opinion about everything. Mummy Militant, for example, often frustrates me by claiming knowledge on things she really doesn’t know anything about.

But what this does mean is that Americans don’t take ‘no’ for an answer – and will give anything a try. While I find Mummy Militant’s self-confident ‘expertise’ somewhat frustrating, whenever she tries her hand at something I tell her she doesn’t know how to do – she more often than not manages to pull it off!

Redheaded men are ugly.

That sort of statement is exactly what I think of when I’m asked about the ‘typical British mindset.’

“Red-headed men are surely the most unattractive male specimens on the planet at the best of times,” wrote one British blogger I picked a fight with. “But they look even worse with their horribly pale, freckled skin..”

To be honest, I think somebody who makes an assumption that ‘all redheaded men are ugly’ is probably saying more about themselves than about redheads. What if they said the same about blacks?

Surely we’re all individuals – and should be judged as ‘attractive’ or not on a case-by-case basis, not lumped into one generalization.

Eric Stolz and David Caruso are two redheaded Americans who are generally regarded as fairly handsome. I know more than a few women who go weak at the knees when Caruso yanks off his shades in the opening moments of C.S.I. Miami (and I know a few more who laugh at the conceit.)

Rupert Grint, who plays Ron Weasely in the Harry Potter movies, is fast becoming a redheaded sex-symbol and plenty of girls I know have gone gaga over all the shots of his muscular arms (to be enjoyed in the latest movie, Half Blood Prince.)

Other redheads, like Simply Red front man Mick Hucknall, are often mocked as being unattractive – but it’s a universally acknowledged truth that Mick has more moist panties being hurled at him than any olive-skinned underwear model. In the case of this so-called ‘Ginger Stallion,’ sexiness is definitely subjective.

So I’ll say that redheaded men aren’t ugly – unless they are. Some are really strange looking goons (like Carrot Top) and some are matinee idols (like Charles Dance.) They might buck the trend for ‘tall, dark strangers’ but I’m pretty sure there are more than enough women out there who find a few freckles and a curl of ginger to be just what the doctor ordered.

(By the way, the redheaded model in the picture is from Model Mayhem. His name's Corey Tenold, and you can find his website here. Way to represent for us gingers, mate!)

How do you knock out power to a block of houses?

Oh my God! Why would anybody visiting my blog want to know this?

It sounds like the sort of thing a serial killer might find useful – although now my imagination’s working, I like to think it was some erstwhile adventurer googling goodies for a Simon Templar-inspired act of justice.

In any event, Militant Ginger IN NO WAY advocates attempting to knock out the power to a block of houses. DON’T DO IT. It’s illegal, highly dangerous, totally irresponsible and here’s how to do it:

As readers will know, America’s power system is a wondrous example of the free-market system at it's worst. Several companies compete for the right to supply your domicile with juice – but in the interests of profit, completely fail to maintain the grid in the meantime. This results in regular power-outages, ugly cables strung along the roadside and the ability to paralyze the entire eastern seaboard whenever a tree falls down.

It also means it’s ridiculously easy to knock out power to a block of houses. Absurdly so.

The trick is to find the local electric company’s ‘power box.’ This is a large, locally-situated generator/booster which boosts the power, or amps up the juice (or something) to make it strong enough to light up a row of houses. Knock that out (driving a car into it should work – as America’s drunk drivers regularly demonstrate) and you’ll send the block into darkness quicker than you can blink.

It’s not very scientific – and does carry the risk of electrocuting you – but it should work.

As I said earlier, though, DON’T DO IT. Don’t even THINK about doing it. The last thing I want to learn is that some stupid sod burnt themselves to a crisp driving their Honda Civic into an electricity pylon – especially if they did so after reading this post!

Will there be a sequel to Devil May Care?

Sebastian Faulks picked up Ian Fleming’s pen to write an anniversary James Bond novel on the occasion of Fleming’s 100th birthday. Devil May Care was the result – and was very highly received.

However, Faulks has already said he’s ‘unlikely’ to write a follow up. Initially reluctant to take the project in the first place, he feels that the next Bond novel (and Ian Fleming publications has promised there will be more) would be better suited to another author.

He suggested picking a ‘celebrity’ author for each progressive book – much like IFP had envisioned when Kingsley Amis first wrote ‘Colonel Sun’ under the nom de plume ‘Robert Markham.’

But Bond fans needn't despair. Charlie Higson is continuing to churn out the ‘Young Bond’ books. You haven't read the last of Britain's favorite secret agent!

Monday, April 07, 2008

Waldorf Salad

The biggest mistake my father ever made was giving me a Saint book for my sixteenth birthday.

The Saint in New York started the downward spiral into an obsession with adventure stories, Leslie Charteris books and New York city.

In The Saint in New York, Simon Templar comes to America to 'clean up' the Big Apple - and he does so from a tower-suite at one of New York's swankiest hotels. The Waldorf Astoria - birthplace of the Waldorf Salad and home-away-from-home for the likes of Winston Churchill, Ian Fleming and Cole Porter - was the perfect place for the sublimely suave Simon Templar to rest his head between nocturnal misadventures.

Since I first read The Saint in New York, I've wanted to stay at the Astoria. And this weekend, I did! My best friend Gavin (and his friend Jules) came out to visit and kindly paid for Tina and I to stay at the Astoria while we had a night on the tiles.

Dressed up in our finest (I wore my most Roger-Moore three-piece suit) we had martinis in Cole Porter's bar, devoured steaks at the Bull & Bear and then went for a nightcap at the Plaza Hotel (which resembles a building site and grossly overcharges even by the standards of New York City's swankiest five star hotels.)

Since Tina and I are being as careful with our pennies as possible, it was an incredible opportunity to experience the Astoria. We'd never have allowed ourselves to do it on our own (even if we'd been able to afford it!) Thanks, Gavin!


Sunday, March 16, 2008

The Saint plays a Saint...

Television's new Simon Templar - British actor James Purefoy - has actually played a saint before. Saint George, to be exact, in the 2004 movie 'George and the Dragon,' recently released on DVD.

Produced by the Sci-Fi channel, George and the Dragon is an anachronistic reinvention of the legend of Saint George, the dragon-slaying Patron Saint of England.

Historical accuracy isn't the forte of this low budget film. Nor is originality. From the opening scene, it's pretty apparent that the script of George and the Dragon was cobbled together from various historical epics.

The movie starts off with young Englishman George returning from the Crusades with his new friend, an imposing Muslim warrior (just like Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves.) The action then shifts to rural England, where Lord Garth (played inexplicably by American legend Patrick Swayze) is trying to find his kidnapped betrothed (mirroring the plot of The Princess Bride.)

As George and Garth team up, they cobble together a curious band of friends - like robust friar Jean-Pierre Castaldi (who in one scene, 'invents' the skateboard, just like Marty McFly did in Back to the Future) and even Val Kilmer has an appearance, playing the fifth incarnation of the legendary El Cabillo (another nod to The Princess Bride - and doubly curious since Kilmer also played The Saint in the dire movie version.)

Michael Clarke Duncan and Coyote Ugly star Piper Perabo buoy up the ranks, plus we have pop-ups by British sitcom legends like Bill Odie and Simon Callow. If nothing else, George and the Dragon is a great 'Spot the Star' game for movie buffs!

But all those stars can't quite make up for inconsistent acting and a truly dodgy script. If it wasn't for the injection of some laugh-out-loud slapstick comedy (like a village thatcher who constantly falls off his roof) then this movie would be an abject flop.

As it is, we're left with a fairly generic historical fantasy that manages to display James Purefoy's comedy skills, if nothing else. Although saddled with some truly awful dialogue, Purefoy has a sly wit and great timing - which makes me think he'll make a truly exceptional Saint in the upcoming TV movie.

George and the Dragon is available now from Blockbuster.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Indiana Jones is back...

First it was Michael Knight (and KITT.) Then it was Simon Templar. Then James Bond prepared for a November return to the big screen. And now, Indiana Jones - the iconic archeologist - is making his comeback in May's hotly anticipated Indiana Jones the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.

I have the trailer right here!



First off - Kingdom of the Crystal Skull? What kind of dumb name is that?

Secondly - as hilarious and action-packed as the trailer looked, I'm worried they're going to be relying too much on Tomb Raider-esque stunts and jumps and not enough on the good, old-fashioned rough-and tumble that made the first three Indy films so outstanding.

But one thing's for certain. Harrison Ford is living proof that you shouldn't right off any action hero just because they've qualified for their bus pass. He looks as good as ever - and more than able to fend off a legion of bad guys!

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Cystal Skull hits cinemas on May 22nd.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Knight Rider 2007

After mentioning the hotly anticipated return of The Saint television series, it's worth thinking about another favourite making a comeback - Knight Rider.

I used to love that show when I was a kid - and was incredibly excited in 2003 when I bought myself a bright red, KITT-style Pontiac Trans-Am. I absolutely adored that car - it looked great, drove beautifully and was reliable and practical.

To me, Knight Rider will always be about the eighties-vintage Firebird / Trans Am.


However, much discussion has been undertaken regarding the new 'KITT' in the upcoming television remake of Knight Rider. Internet pundits have even made their own attempts at guessing what the next-generation Knight Industries Two Thousand will look like.













But the KITT's out of the bag now. Knight Rider will return behind the wheel of a fearsome Ford Shelby GT500KR Mustang.

Which is absolutely stupid, as far as I'm concerned.

Oh, don't get me wrong. The Shelby Mustang is a beautiful bit of automobile. It hits all my buttons in terms of that retro look and muscular, aggressive stance. But it's not Knight Rider.

When Glen Larson, the inventor of Knight Rider, was looking to make his 'Lone Ranger with a car' TV series, he chose the 1982 Pontaic Trans Am because it was a breathtakingly exciting new car. Sleek and powerful, it represented the future. The car itself was designed by computer, with breathtaking aerodynamics proven up to a whopping 300mph.

Triumph TR7's and Datsuns aside, there was nothing like the third generation Pontiac Firebird on the roads and it captured the heart of a generation of television viewers in the guise of KITT.

Unlike the Firebird, however, the Shelby Mustang isn't looking to the future. It's looking firmly back at Mustang's epic legacy. The design and execution of this beautiful car takes it's nods from the original Shelby Mustangs of the late 1960's.

It's a retro-styled tribute to days gone by. Knight Rider, by it's very definition, should be automobile's future on today's roads. In ignoring that essential concept, the makers of this new TV show have made an enormous mistake in the car they chose.

Which is a pity, since the car's the co-star of the whole series. Falling at this first hurdle is like trying to remake The Dukes of Hazzard with anything but a '69 Dodge Charger.

Although in their defence, there isn't really a car on the roads today that's comparable to the '82 Pontiac Trans Am. Everything Detroit churns out these days seems to be a 'tribute' - like the watered down Dodge Charger, good looking but unexciting Chrylser 300 or Cheverolet's overpriced re imagining of the first generation Camaro.

American motor manufacturers used to be on the leading edge, driving the industry forward. Now they're constantly trying to recapture their glory days.

Which might explain why the motor industry is swishing around the plughole, loosing a greater and greater market share to foreign motor innovators.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

The Saint is Back!

Some incredibly exciting news!

One of my friends from British Expats, Alan, emailed me with a sizzling snippet of information about an upcoming Saint series.

Ian Dickerson, chairman of The Saint Club (and advocate of Adventure Eddy) posted this statement from the new show's producer, Bill Macdonald:

“We're prepping the two hour pilot for a European shoot (given the strike situation in U.S.)

James Purefoy, Mark Antony in "Rome," is set to play the new Simon Templar.

It's being produced by Macdonald, Geoffrey Moore, (Sir Roger's son) and Jorge Zamacona (most recently of "Oz".) Shooting begins in Berlin and Australia in April.”

What exciting stuff! I just hope it lives up to the hype.

Jame Purefoy, from Somerset, is a good looking choice for The Saint. He even screen-tested for James Bond - and the Bond movies took a lot of nods from Leslie Charteris' work !

(James Bond spinning his hat across the room onto the hatstand, for example, is a nice little trait borrowed shamelessly from Simon Templar's stable of circus tricks.)

Fingers crossed it lives up to it's potential.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Some Thoughts...

With the benefit of 20/20 hindsight, I can see that I've had some wonderful experiences in the past. Tresco, Paris and Long Island were wonderful and I made great friends and had great times.

Stupidly, at the time, I didn't quite realise how lucky I was. I kept on looking at the horizon for the next big break. I was always unsatisfied.

So while I was driving back today, the cool sounds of Miles Davis wafting out of my SIRIUS radio and the warm evening breeze on my face, I gave it a thought and realised something astonishing.

I was incredibly happy. I was incredibly lucky. I was somewhere where I wanted to be.

Where I am right now is pretty much where I've spent the best part of a decade struggling to be. In America, behind the wheel of a stupid old car, with a solid job to go to and somebody who loves me to come back to.

Now I'm not 'giving up.' I'm still on the prowl to achieve more and go further. But right now, I realise I could freeze this moment for the rest of my life and be proud of it.

I sacrificed a lot to get to New York. Relationships and friendships and the chance to be close to the people I love. But as Simon Templar said in The Last Hero: "Nothing is won without sacrifice."

I just wanted to write this down because I know it can't last forever. It might not even last until tomorrow. But right now, where I am at this moment... People wait a lifetime for it. So even if I live to 102 and wind up destitute in a gutter, I'll always look back and appreciate how incredibly lucky and blessed I was at this exact moment in time.

Even more than I appreciate everything that's happened to me, I'm grateful for being given the insight to actually appreciate it. To realise that things are good while they're still good, instead of looking back in five years time and thinking: "Damn, if only I'd have realised how lucky I was..."

I do realise how lucky I am. In fact, the only thing that scares me is the inexorable knowledge that all things, good or bad, must come to an end.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

I Heart Lisa

Pink World author Lisa Clark (who I've interviewed here) does something awesome when she writes. She has a totally unique voice and vocabulary which instantly bring her words alive. It's fun and cheery and wonderfully upbeat and I love it.

In fact, I covet it.

Yep, that's right. I have writer's envy. Not because of Lisa's richly deserved book deal with Harper Collins (although that's pretty brilliant.) I'm jealous of her writing because she personalises every paragraph. She has a voice.

A unique voice is probably one of the important ingredients in a successful writing career. I think many writers, myself included, fail when they try to capture somebody else's writing technique and copy the style of authors and genres that inspired them.

I realised this the other day, when I was sitting down with a colleague and discussing writing. She was telling me about some stories she had planned - evil and scary and riveting stuff which would give psychologists years of material. She had great, compelling ideas.

The writing she showed me conveyed these ideas in rich, thick prose. It was incredibly reminiscent of the style H.P. Lovecraft used in his books and short stories. Lots of darkness and evocative adjectives. That's when it hit me. This wasn't her voice.

They were her ideas, but she was trying to convey them in somebody else's voice. It didn't quite fit right. There was nothing wrong with the writing, as such. It's just really unique voices, like Lisa Clark's, leap out of the page at you in a way H.P. Lovecraft's vintage prose simply can't. He was considered excessively wordy back when his books first hit the shelves, back in the early part of the 20th century. Now his style seems ridiculously outdated.

My writing is guilty of the same crime. I have deliberately tried to adopt the style of my literary heroes, Ian Fleming and Leslie Charteris. Fleming was a journalist, always willing to cram trivia into his work to illustrate how smart and well travelled he was. Charteris was passionate about the dashing, handsome, infallible Saint. He was forever describing his long legs, piratical smile, tanned face and effortless charm. In recounting his adventures, Charteris used a style of writing which my brother once wisely described as "masturbatory."

I like to think the same phrase couldn't be used to describe Adventure Eddy - but certainly the methods and tone of my novel have their origins in the works of my two favourite writers. Perhaps the only way to move my writing career forward is to rethink the story and re-imagine it in an entirely new voice.

My own.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Why Local Radio's Losing Out

If you’re moving your mate’s enormous sofa, you need an estate car. A perky runabout just won’t do the job.

Likewise, if you’re popping off to the inner city and need to find a handy parking spot, you don’t always want to be behind the wheel of something long and hearse-like.

Different jobs require different tools. You can often ‘make do’ with the wrong equipment, but if you want to get the job done properly, you need the right tools to do it with.

The radio industry is no different; but so-called experts keep pretending it is.

Local vs. Regional

In the radio game, there are two breeds of stations. Local and regional.

The regional boys cover a large area, encompassing at least one urban hub. Local stations, on the other hand, are much more… well, localised. They tend to be centred around a single town or city.

Traditionally, they’ve battled it out for whatever advertising budget their TSA can scrape together; and local radio always comes off worse.

That’s because the perception is: it’s not a level playing field.

And at the moment, it isn't. With radio being such an incestuous business, you often see the same personalities lugging their inflexible sales models from regional stations to local and back again. They keep selling the same way, blaming failure on the stations, not themselves.

But if local radio is going to succeed, the preconceptions these sales people have about 'local radio' need to be chucked out of the window.

Why Local Radio Doesn't Sell - A Salesman's Perspective

Preconception Number 1: Local Radio doesn’t offer effective coverage.

Don’t think of local radio’s coverage as ‘limited.’ Think of it as ‘targeted.’ There are plenty of local businesses that only have clients from the very nearby area. Local radio will always be a better choice for them to advertise with because it eliminates costly wastage. All a sales person needs to do is tell them.

Preconception Number 2: Local radio isn’t cost effective.

It’s a familiar opinion in the radio biz: “Radio is Expensive.” Well, it shouldn’t be. For local businesses, radio is just one of many forms of advertising. To compete against them, it must be priced effectively.

A weekly campaign on radio should be price matched to a weekly campaign in the local press. If it’s more expensive, it’ll always be a less attractive prospect for a business with limited funds.

Preconception Number 3: Local is Limiting.

Forget teaming up with nearby FM stations to create a pseudo ‘hub.’ Local radio stations need to bask in their ‘localness.’ From locally focused news and traffic reports, to coverage of local sporting events and appearances by local personalities on-air, a local radio station needs be the very aural identity of the town.

Forget group wide imaging and networked shows. Provide local coverage and you’ll get local listeners.

What's gone wrong?

The problem with so many radio ‘groups’ is that focus has been taken away from a station’s individuality. A station shouldn’t exist as part of a ‘chain.’ It needs it's own identity and presence.

That takes advertising. Street activity. Support of local music and charity. It takes a small, but dedicated programming and sales team that have burrowed deep into the roots of their community.

A radio station that embraces it’s town or city breaks free from local radio’s so-called ‘limitations.’

But achieving that takes three things.

Time, Money, Courage
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In a local community, it takes time to build identity. A radio station needs consistency and presence; not a re-brand every six months.

It takes money to cover the costs until the revenue slowly builds. Money to pay for marketing and events to raise the station’s identity. Money just to keep things going until things can pay for themselves.

And most importantly of all, it takes courage.

Local radio has been shown to succeed - by hard work, great customer service and establishing an important place in the local community.

But that can never happen while the larger radio groups keep getting cold feet and swapping money-losing stations like they were premiership footballers.

Unless there's the courage to stick with it, there will never be enough consistency for local radio to actually live up to it's potential.


Roland Hulme admits he is one of the world's least qualified people to talk about local radio marketing and how to give it a boot up the arse. But he was a salesman with two radio groups once and got to drive a shiny blue VW Beetle with bright yellow dots on it.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

It's Red. It has Pop Up Headlights. Have we been here before?

Well, Bebop the Renault it no more, so for a couple of days I was left using what in Britain is laughingly referred to as "Public Transport." The trip to and from work cost almost £30 a day and I didn't get home until 20h30 one night!

Tina and I spent this weekend looking for a new 'ride.'

Ironically, we found her in the next door parking space. In fact, actually IN our parking space more often then not. Our neighbour has an impressive collection of cars (three Volvos and two Minis) and Tina was inspired enough to ask if he had any for sale.

Behold a maroon red Volvo 480.



When I was a kid, I remember my father having a turbo edition of this same car and telling me how he once got up to 120mph in it. When I discovered The Saint I always wondered if an eighties version of Simon Templar would drive Volvo's only 'sports' car since the P1800.

And it was red and had pop-up headlights.

So we bought it.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Random Quote

“You’ll tear the world to pieces, all to find something that’s only in your mind. And when you finally have it, you’ll realize it was just a dream.”

Leslie Charteris
The Saint Overboard