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Great film alert  111 Love

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7dUoALAdOeo

One part of Oslo Trilogy by Dag Johan Haugerud. Can't wait for other two because this was fantastic.

Extra the lovely Sallow Kitten

Also starting to motor a bit with the story 

At around the same time he had started to sleep badly, getting up multiple times in the night to visit the toilet, lying wide awake with his heart racing but he attributed this to the general excitement of his new life and the new prodigious drinking and drug taking. As well as alcohol he seemed to also be drinking a lot of water, permanently thirsty but that was a good thing, right? Being hydrated? Anyway, things were generally brilliant and he chose not to focus on these minor but irritating health issues. The show must go on and he loved the show.
Since Amsterdam he had been sending regular postcards to Little Legs hoping that he had timed their arrival correctly with the stops indicated on the bands itinerary which he had kept after separating in Amsterdam. It was with great excitement that he watched their paths slowly criss cross throughout Europe eventually curving together towards a meeting point at Prague. At first the reports of the foment in Czechoslovakia and the subsequent revolution and ousting of the communists worried him. But somehow he knew his old bandmates were survivors and it somehow didn’t surprise him to see them not only survive but actively be involved in the revolutionary goings on.
“Are you worried for them ?” asked Gina
“No, they are used to coping with disaster. Most days involved a crisis of one kind or another. Water off a ducks back”
Gina looked confused
Walter clarified
“they are resilient”
The meeting in the end was a little low key, both parties feeling a bit self conscious and awkward. There was of course a solution to this and they retired to a nearby bar. Beers flowed, stories flowed, social rust was oiled and the cogs of old friendship span merrily again. Walter and Gina left early providing the band with free passes for the show later on in the evening and as soon as they were gone the speculation started
“He doesn’t look right” said Jer
“ Yeah he’s definitely lost weight which... I guess is not a bad thing?” speculated Steve
“and did you notice how he kept on sort of zoning out” said Jer
Little legs listened quietly. He also had observed these changes and more but felt it slightly disloyal to discuss them in this gossipy manner though he accepted that his friends probably had Walter’s best interests in heart. He would find time maybe later after the show to have a one to one chat with him.
Archaos were premiering a new show called Game Over which, according to Gina and Walter, had a lot more exciting visuals and ideas and was an “attack on TV”
Little legs thought that he quite liked TV but joined in with the “addictive mind numbing rubbish, state control ” line of conversation going on. Back at Viking Taxis there were three topics of conversation : football, birds and the telly, occasionally cars. Television actually elevated the conversation but that was from a very low bar.
When he was a boy the television was on permanently, though not necessarily watched. Rather like a perennially nattering friend who you occasionally paid attention to now and then. At his friends houses it was the same. In a happy house it was all part of the cheery upbeat bonhomie. In the unhappy ones it filled the silences and blocked out the arguments. Little legs tended to the latter but his parents had had the good sense to go their separate ways before it became a nasty habit. It probably contributed to Little legs dissoluteness. The lack of structure became a blueprint for a future way of life. Or maybe he was just disorganised and lazy. He couldn’t tell or care.
The tent was packed. As Archaos’ reputation had spread the make up of the audience  had changed. There were many more conventional types and even a few boorish drunkards there for the perceived opportunity of semi naked women and violence. Archaos’s security was good though and at the first sign of trouble troublemakers (of the dull kind anyway) a team was there to eject them. Walter was part of this team relishing the opportunity to hurl yobs through the air.
The show started with amyl nitrate soaked rags falling from the ceiling  stimulating an already excited audience further. Massive screens flickered into life and a fantastic fusion of sound image and performance began
The show progressed ,a cocktail of theatre, circus acrobats, stunts and music backed by a huge screen of filmed images. Virtual world fought real world in a debauchery of movement noise and colour. The way the performers interacted with the filmed sequences was a marvel of diesel soaked choreography. Walters section ,about three quarters through, had been extended and now fitted seamlessly with the other performances as ifit had been there forever.
Following the overall ethos of the show his act proceeded simultaneously with a filmed backdrop. The image reminded Jer, probably the most media sensitive and knowlegable of the band, with the image of sun and wind flecked meadows in Soylent Green chosen by the old man to accompany his suicide. Huge poppies swayed in the wind as Walter deftly flung out his twisted metal petals and flowers. Gina balanced like a tiny balletic butterfly on his shoulders . She was beaming as usual . Suddenly she wasn’t. Walters face went grey his eyes rolled up and he tottered. The crowd roared thinking it part of the act.
Like a giant tree Walter fell full length and forwards, Gina escaping injury with an elegant leap and front roll. Walter was taken off by the clowns. The audience were none the wiser but the band knew something wasn’t right.
By the time they managed to get out of the audience and backstage Walter was already gone in an ambulance and it was a few hours later that they got the news from a choked up Gina that he was DOA , probable cause a massive MI triggered by undisclosed hyperglycaemia caused by untreated diabetes.