So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o’clock in the morning, looking for 1,000 brown M&Ms to ﬁll a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn’t go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head round the door, and mentions there’s a little sweets’ shop on the edge of town. So, we go. And, it’s closed. So there’s me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets’ shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they’ve got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son, that’s a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
Firsts Lucire issue 33, styled by our fashion and beauty editor Sopheak Seng, photographed by Dave Richards, hair by Michael Beel, make-up by Hil Cook, and modelled by Chloé Graham from 62 Models. Order your copies here or read about why this cover has so many ﬁrsts here.
Russian art and design studio Brain Mash crafted a series of three-dimensional paintings that seem to pop from the walls. Viewers are invited to interact with the colorful, realistically-rendered works as a part of this mobile exhibition.
Interactive This is clever—what a great way to get people involved in art.
I just hope I’m remembered as a good blues musician.
Star Trek fan proposing to his girlfriend during their photo with the entire TNG cast
Worth it for the look on Wil Wheaton’s face
For a second there I really though that Wil Wheaton was the one being proposed to.
The next generation I didn’t follow much science ﬁction as a lad, but is that John de Lancie in the front row?
If he does show up wanting an authentic relationship, I won’t be a doormat but my love would be unconditional. I would hope to be more gracious and forgiving, but forgiveness doesn’t require one to be a needless martyr. Instead of sneering as he waivers perilously over an abyss of my own creating, or perhaps even his, I’ll extend a hand and simply listen. My hope is that he’d see Christ in me and be drawn out of the pit and to the foot of the Cross.
Hong Kongers—sober, decent, pragmatic and hardworking—are mostly not the sort of people who gravitate to the barricades and the streets. Neither do they need to be made aware of the political realities of having China as a sovereign power, for the simple fact that postwar Hong Kong has only ever existed with China’s permission. In the 1960s, the local joke was that Mao Zedong could send the British packing with a mere phone call.
With that vast, brooding power lying just over the Kowloon hills, tiny Hong Kong’s style has always been to play China cleverly—to push where it can (in matters such as education and national-security legislation, where it has won important battles) and to back off where it cannot.
Original song from the soundtrack of the movie the “Thomas Crown Affair”.
Windmills One of my favourite songs, and I don’t even mind Sting’s cover. The movie with Brosnan instead of McQueen, not really a must for me.