He puts his backpack back on. He goes Berry. They are also vastly improving the songs of modern artists back out. such as Rhianna, Leona Lewis, Katy Perry and The Pussycat Dolls. The Baseballs are an amazing band who are doing something completely different to any other modern band. Their debut album Strike is available now, and their 2nd album Strings Year I, Issue 3 14.04.2011 Distributed free. Read it, pass it. www.wix.com/abercadabra/home ‘n’ Stripes will be available to buy from 15th April, which includes EMMA songs such as 50 Cents “Candy Shop”, Lady Gaga’s Yes! Every week this month. “Paparazzi”, Kesha’s “Tik Tok” and Jamelia’s “Superstar”. Fishing Day EXT. PENGLAIS CAMPUS – DAY All sung in the rock ‘n’ roll 1950’s style! It looks set to be an DAVID amazing album, judging from their first album, I will highly INT. STUDENT ROOM - DAY David walks towards the Sports Cage. OK. See you! recommend this band to anybody! Next to it he stops, puts his backpack Very, very early morning. DAVID is down and prepares his fishing rod. As EMMA is watching him while he goes away. By Suzanne Curley
DAVID (CONT’D) Are you here next week?
wearing his camo pants and a thick jumper. He just finished brushing his teeth. He sits down on the edge of the bed. He’s putting his boots on, tying carefully the shoe laces. He gets up and puts his huge jacket on. He hears in the hallway people shouting. He goes to the corner of the room, and carefully takes his fishing rod. He fixes his backpack, checks once more for the key and wallet and goes out. INT. BLOCK HALLWAY DAY Next to the restroom he sees his flatmate, ADAM, half in the restroom, half out.
soon as done he grabs the backpack with When he reaches the main door she calls one hand, and holds the rod in the him. other. He goes next to the bushes and starts EMMA fishing for empty cans. He puts all them DAVID? in his backpack. After some time his backpack is full, DAVID over the top. He undoes the rod and Yes? starts walking towards the Union. He goes in. EMMA You know you can collect plastic CUT TO: too? CUT TO: INT. UNION – DAY DAVID One beautiful girl is Can I? By Tami Doncic waiting, bored, at a desk. Cans Collection EMMA Centre. She is Yes. delighted seeing how many cans he is DAVID bringing. OK. Thanks.
DAVID Morning! Need any help? ADAM (very happy) We’re sooo pissed!!! DAVID I see. You need any help? ADAM He’s been throwing up all the way back here. You can follow the trail back to the pub! DAVID That’s nice.
EMMA Hey! You again? DAVID I was hoping I’ll see more people today. EMMA No. Unfortunately you’re the only one again. DAVID is putting the backpack down and start taking the cans out one by one. He throws them in a recycling bag, counting silently in the same time. EMMA is counting loudly.
The Baseballs
EMMA (CONT’D) 74! New record?
Are you fed up with modern music? With every new band seeming to be rappers or Drum and Bass? All new music seems DAVID to be, as Ben Elton stated in the musical We Will Rock You Yeah. I think so... “Computer Recorded Anodyne Pop” or, C.R.A.P. DAVID (CONT’D) The Baseballs are a band from Berlin, who sing new songs, in I’m going. See you around! EMMA is talking 7 green stars from a box an old style, it’s like being transported back to the 1950’s, but and is giving them to DAVID. with a modern twist! Their most famous example is Rhianna’s ADAM Umbrella. Imagine it being sung by someone like Elvis Presley! It (to his friend) EMMA is proper old style, toe-tapping, rock and roll. Look mate, DAVID’s going fishing (joking) Picture the scene…three rock'n'roll singers met by chance in again. Should we join? You must have more than us now. a tea room in a typical heavy metal rehearsal bunker in Berlin. ADAM starts laughing exaggeratedly. They recognize each other because of their common hair and DAVID DAVID goes down the stairs. clothes style and start jamming. They form a band and their I don’t think so. debut album lands in shops across the country soon after. (in a low tone) CUT TO: Unbelievable, but true! They are giving new life to the musical Too bad nobody else seems to care. legacy of Elvis Presley, Buddy Holly, Jerry Lee-Lewis and Chuck
Tries to see if they really need any help. No.
The Fighter (2010)
If you’ve seen the theatrical trailer for The Fighter then you basically know what it’s about and probably how it will end. It’s an unfortunate aspect of commercial cinema in the twenty-first century; that we almost always have a pretty good idea of what we’re going to see before we see it. Whole three hour long films are crammed into about 3 minutes of impressively concise montage and sound-bites. But don’t let that put you off. No, there are no ingenious plot twists and no, this is not a film that completely redefines the sport/boxing film genre, but none the less, The Fighter is, in almost every way, absolutely outstanding. I’ll give you a few reasons to back up this claim. What really steals the show on first viewing is Christian Bale’s mesmerizing performance as Dicky Eklund, crack addict brother of welterweight boxing hopeful Micky Ward (Mark Wahlberg). From his sickeningly gaunt face, his vacant gazes and his erratic and mumbling speech patterns, Bale owns the screen. DAVID opens the door, preparing to go A presumption I held from the very beginning of the film was that Wahlberg’s performance would simply wither in the shadow out. EMMA stops him again. of Bale’s Oscar winning role. I was happy to be proven wrong as Wahlberg held his own in a masterfully assembled cast. EMMA Every single character in The Fighter fits, sits well in the script Do you like milk? and enriches the story in some respect. The script is solid, with DAVID some excruciatingly poignant (but not too cheesy) moments of Milk? dialogue and character interaction. David O. Russell's direction, the cinematography of Hoyte Van EMMA Hoytema and Pamela Martin’s editing tell this biopic of triumph I have some. Would you like to tainted by tragedy within one, neurotic American family with the watch a film later? If we drink it finesse and respect it deserves. all, you can have your first Possibly the best boxing film since Raging Bull, The Fighter plastic bottle. deserves the acclaim it has received and it deserves to be seen, as all great films should, in the cinema. By George Bøgdan E. Gäneart By Sam Lewis
By Brychan Morris-Dafydd
Episode 1 - Suicide note Don’t even think about it. I have my reasons. Good reasons. Very good reasons. And you have your reasons too, admit it! It's just that you're scared. You're fking scared! I was thinking at some point that it might be better not to write anything. You know... to have you puzzled. To keep you wondering. I was already seeing it all, the interview with the nextdoor neighbour; that old, cretin lady from 64, or maybe that drunk and filthy truck driver from 68: 'He was such a nice and quiet man. I never had any problems with him. Never! I can't explain what happened.' Well let me help you, you fking retards! You probably have heard about that thing called society. Well the name is wrong for starters. Totally wrong! You’d better call it prison, ‘cause that’s what it is! Rights, choices, free speech, free will, the right to vote and be voted? Funny as hell! I was born in a poor Welsh family. Both my parents died before I reached 14. So I wanted to make them proud of me. And for over forty years I worked my ass off day and night, night and day, I respected the law, I was a good citizen and a good friend, a good husband and a good father, a good neighbour and a great teacher. I played by the rules, and all I wanted was a good life, no problems, no reasons to be sad. A roof over my head, some clothes to keep me warm and a piece of bread in my stomach. Today I am 59. And the only fact I can be sure of, after this entire struggle, is that I’m as poor as my parents were sixty years ago, as angry as my parents were sixty years ago and suffering from exactly the same ailments my father died with: diabetes and temporary paralysis. To top it off, I am a chronic insomniac too. That’s from my mother. Exactly in the same time I’m writing this note, one of my best childhood friends, the one I was meeting only during vacations when he was visiting his grandmother, the son of a wealthy Jewish-American business-man, is on TV. He’s presenting his acceptance speech for the position of Chief Superintendent. Wife next to him, smiling generously. I wonder if she forgot the orgy ten years ago, the one they invited me to film, the one where hookers were tortured if they wouldn’t please the ‘officers’. It’s probably my mistake… I couldn’t accept that the only important thing is to keep up appearances. What’s under the surface doesn’t matter. The rules don’t reach that far away. Or could it be that the rules are not the same for everybody? Enough talk, it’s not like you’d care… LIFE OVER! Alan Shakespeare
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Mandelbrot Set
The bees are out now It’s spring time, let’s celebrate! Ice-cream anyone?
Countless times Space in age I look into you And will always look away Before you have your say
By Tazmeena Haque
Everyday Aber
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Trouble in Paradise Saint Paul is waking up one day all blood from head to toes. He gets so scared he fades away, his pulse instantly grows. He tries to reach his cup of milk, he fights this giant pain That in an instant goes from brain to ankle, back to brain. He breathes again and fills his lungs with ash and taste of killing, He makes a tiny step and feels part of his skin instantly peeling. He's at the edge of childish crying, but soon remembers that in Hell There is a man who's only feeding with fear and despair. Saint Paul is biting both his lips and steps with divine caution To find his cup of milk is full with some kind of a potion. The cup's seconded by a note which says in few uniform words: "You will not surely die"; he drinks and goes directly to their Lord.
I can’t describe the beauty of Aberystwyth, the way the starlings fly and make magnificent shapes every winters day at dusk. The way the thick fog envelopes the town in its haze and makes us blind, the way at one point in the day, you will see the sea and smile, because it makes you feel free. The way the hills surround the town as if it were a protector…our own little bubble. The way the sun hides behind the sea wall every evening, leaving a trail of purple, pink and oranges behind, to marvel at the colours it produces. The way the stars come out, one by one, a flicker here, a flicker there, the further onto the hills you go the more you see, stars, planets shine and their lights travel to us, showing the other magnificent worlds out there just like ours, our earth, our little Aberystwyth. By Tazmeena Haque
By George Bøgdan E. Gäneart
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By Brychan Morris-Dafydd By Tami Doncic
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