Rebellion’s Pulse – A Synopsis

Via ChatGPT on a slow Boxing Day afternoon.

In the gritty urban sprawl of East London, 2024, “Rebellion’s Pulse” breathes new life into the iconic action hero figure, He-Man, for the modern age. Paul Mescal takes on the role of He-Man, a working-class hero who discovers an unexpected ally in Riff, a street-smart and fearless character portrayed by the renowned rapper Dave. Together, they face the resurgence of far-right ideologies led by Skeletor within the Conservative Party, with their unanticipated connection becoming a powerful force.

He-Man and Riff, products of a working-class background, find themselves entangled in a growing and complex connection that takes them by surprise. As they assemble a diverse team of rebels to stand against Skeletor’s oppressive influence, the film explores the evolving nature of masculinity and the transformative power of their bond.

Teela, portrayed by Jodie Comer, is a brilliant tech genius and a powerful woman challenging stereotypes with her skills and determination. Smith, played by John Simm, is a seasoned union worker bringing his blue-collar expertise to the team. Orko, portrayed by Potter Payper, is an eccentric environmental activist with a unique enthusiasm for cheesy beans on toast.

In the era of post-gentrification, where East London stands as a graveyard of empty, unnecessary skyscrapers, He-Man and Riff lead their team into action. Dave’s dynamic soundtrack adds an emotional pulse to the love story, blending grime with emotive melodies that mirror the raw energy of an East End in turmoil.

The action sequences are emotionally charged, showcasing the power of He-Man and Riff’s complex connection to overcome even the most formidable foes. Skeletor, a puppeteer of predictable culture war positions, haunts modern love with beliefs he doesn’t genuinely hold but spouts in desperation for publicity and votes, adding a layer of present day political commentary to the narrative.

As the film unfolds, “Rebellion’s Pulse” delves into issues of prejudice and discrimination, emphasizing the idea that love, even when unexpected and unfamiliar, can be a powerful force for change. In a climactic confrontation, He-Man, Riff, Teela, Smith, and Orko face Skeletor’s forces together, with their connection serving as a source of inspiration for the community and over time, nation at-large.

The movie concludes with East London celebrating its victory over Skeletor’s influence. He-Man and Riff continue as guardians of their community, grappling with the complexities of their connection and advocating for a more inclusive and compassionate future. “Rebellion’s Pulse” is a groundbreaking action film that redefines the superhero narrative, showcasing the enduring power of heroism, love, cheesy beans on toast and societal transformation in a modern context.

Tech Crunch

My God speed typing
will be the death of me.
I send a thoughtful note
then stress when I see
no reply but all their likes
dripping down my feed.
Message ’Seen at 07:30’
setting off my greed.
RIP long form communication.
Congratulations brevity.
You’ve turned a sentence
into five individual beeps.
We’re hooked on return keys
and never ending threads.
I one to one with my mass
before I enter and leave bed.
Tapping out opinion and
pushing around noise,
blasting my notifications
I then post and enjoy.
It’s a two way street
I only want one way.
Hypocritical patterns
catalogue my every day.
Amongst the constant chat
a surprise album drops.
Everyone’s messaging
‘Have you got? Have you got?’
But it’s an exclusive
to one particular site.
I sit and reminisce on
artists’ music taking flight.
Income the 9 star reviews
quicker than a full listen takes.
My company’s attention
is usually half faked.
I talk and share my soul
as they stare into their palm.
No defence can convince me
that’s not doing us harm.
Let your mind itch its way
through five minutes logged off
to explore our head space
from below to above.
I’d not have the love of my life,
job, or outlook without tech
but for the love of nature
let’s keep it in check.

The Facebook Cull

This weekend I did one of my bi-yearly spontaneous Facebook culls and disconnected from about 20 users that I hadn’t seen or spoken to for a good few months.

The 20 were made up of distant acquaintances from jobs I’ve left years ago, old drinking buddies I’ve not heard from in a long time and dare I say it, present day colleagues that I barely work or talk with at all.

I know it’s very unlikely that anyone connected to my Facebook account will crawl through it and browse even my profile, but the idea that someone barely a part of my present day life, if at all, could in theory check up on what I’m up to rather than pick up a phone, drop an e-mail or God forbid meet up with me in person doesn’t seem right. They’re incredibly unlikely to do that, but in principle they shouldn’t be able to. Be an active part of my life or don’t.

I told someone about the cull who suggested that this occasional social clean-up will mean I’ll end up with few long term friends, which isn’t the case at all. My oldest and best friend doesn’t use Facebook; he’s only just upgraded from a Nokia 3210. He moved to Australia in August but we’ve been speaking to each other by phone, e-mail and Skype more than we ever did whilst living two blocks away from each other. If the friendship’s a real one, it will survive all sorts of situations, especially the absence of a virtual playground for vanity and snooping. Without getting too spiritual about the whole thing, life’s about real world connections which digital should complement, support and enhance, not provide the only space for them to exist in.

Another person who heard about my cull and that it featured work colleagues was surprised at what she called my ‘ruthlessness’, suggesting that unless you make friends on Facebook with people in the office, you’ll never become friends with them properly and your social circles will eventually shrink until you’re old and lonely. It would be interesting to see how she uses Facebook beyond connecting with any and every one she can, because nobody I know has properly used Facebook Events and Invitations since about 2003.

In terms of connecting with people in the professional environment, I’ve done this loads but only after many out of office activities, be it in the pub, sport or music events. My closest friends and current house mates were all found at different paragraphs of my CV. Once there was a genuine relationship, we ended up Facebook friends, able to exchange messages or content to organise and entertain, and share photos and videos of real world events just gone.

Perhaps I’m out of date and way too fussy about the whole thing, though a recent article that did the rounds by a teenager describing their attitudes to different platforms suggests I’m not just being an old grump. They described Facebook as ‘an awkward dinner party that’s hard to leave.

I imagine anyone reading this is wondering why I don’t just leave Facebook and stop fluctuating everyone’s ‘Friends’ count, but like the teenage writer finds, so many people are on there and it’s a very handy way of trading private messages about dinner party plans or household shopping trips.

Readers may also wonder why after a few culls I even end up with people to eventually axe. It’s a fair point as I’m part of the problem, not wanting to say ‘No’ or hit ‘Ignore’ when the requests come through and even less happy about bumping in to people I’ve culled at parties after not seeing them for over half a year. It’s amazing how aware some people are that they’ve been chopped, and how publicly they seek an answer; but that’s another blog post for some other time.

Social media rant aside, I should state that social networking is an incredible utility and force, helping people to connect with one another, find and provide entertainment and in numerous instances come together and cause real change, which perhaps is where my habit of de-friending is rooted. I love social. It’s found me close friends, cohabitants, my partner and a career.

I see and get so much value in it that I’ve no time for digital deadwood and vacuous ‘Likes’ from near strangers of the past who I can’t now name the children of, which should never ever constitute keeping in touch or replace eye to eye engagement.

Biting The Apple

I am a genius, come to my bar.
You’ll wait hours no matter how far
you’ve come to see my hairstyle
flop down on your phone or pad.
I am a genius. A good looking retail lad.
I’ll look at your blank screen
and say you’re out of warranty.
We’ll have to put it in quarantine
and that wont come for free.
I am a genius. My smile costs a grand.
I’ve got what you need, you sacrificial lamb.
Leave your memories with us,
we’ll need about two weeks.
Come back then and kiss our feet.
Take this adapter. Give us that note.
Be on your commute and tap out a gloat.
Pay no mind to alternatives,
this does what you need.
They won’t fulfill your vanity’s greed.
I am a genius here to sell
you preferences locked down.
I’ll leach out your confidence
whilst you stand feeling clowned.

WE’RE ALL FAMOUS NOW

YOUR COFFEE MUGS ARE FAMOUS NOW
WITH A SUPPORTING CAST OF MILK AND SPOONS
AT MULTIPLE SET LOCATIONS
WHERE EVERYTHING IS UNDER ZOOM
OUR DIMPLES ARE ON WIDE SCREENS
AND WE’VE BADGES FOR TOILET TRIPS
EVERYONE KNOWS EVERYONE’S THOUGHTS
FEELINGS AND WHERE HOPES SIT
THE RED LIGHT IS NEVER OFF
MEMORIES ARE A DATA DISC
YOUR DOCTOR CAN STREAM YOUR COUGH
AND MUM CAN WATCH YOU WHISK
AN EVENING’S MIXING BOWL OF STARDOM
WITH A SPRINKLING OF THE MUNDANE
THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO FIND OUT
NOW WE’RE ALL CAPSULES OF FAME

Coming to terms with the past.

I stacked shelves in a supermarket all the way through my A Levels. It was the first time I ever had money and the last time I didn’t have to pay rent and bills. Purchasing things, anything, made me happy. The 307 bus stopped outside my school and drove 45 minutes to Enfield’s HMV. In lunch breaks and instead of bunked lessons, bargain buckets and 3 for 2 deals became my crack.

Thinking In Tweets

Caught up creating a digital picture of how they’d like to be seen, social media users often use the likes of Facebook, Twitter and now Pinterest, not for one of its beautiful original benefits; informing and sharing, but merely for broadcasting and manipulating.

Too often, users simply create updates on their profiles to try and align themselves with a product or personality, be it a £200 designer belt or a guy who’s released an album of music made by tapping spoons on his breakfast table that he recorded through a toilet roll inner. Whether it’s a check in at a renowned restaurant or a photo upload of a concert crowd, the ego driven intentions remain.

And everyone’s guilty of it, whether it’s the five tweets a breath addict or the person behind a blog post like this one, transparently trying to disassociate himself with such vanity! Egotism is what separates man from cattle and is as inevitable and incredible as sunshine, but we do have numerous grades of sun block to deter burning. And cattle need nudging into the right fields.

When self absorbed social noise is digested, the author’s (assumed) aims are increasingly missed, by me at least for now, having been away from a computer screen for three weeks on holiday. A break like that violently emphasises the triviality of most noise I’d been consuming.

I haven’t been finishing reading people’s thought yawns and thinking ‘wow, this guy has style’ or ‘now that’s what you call being on the pulse of contemporary music.’ I’ve been internalising a loud ‘fucking try hard!’ scream at my laptop, getting jealous of the author’s clear abundance of spare time and moving on to more informative, stimulating content.

Attempts of identity through association is one aspect of social media becoming increasingly apparent as it continues to penetrate the mainstream. Since Twitter has grown from its humble (and more useful, enjoyable) days when it was largely used by news agencies and commentators, new users have subtly slipped into a mind state of self appointed stardom where they unknowingly start considering themselves a celebrity/brand/product themselves that – surely! – the whole world wants to read the every finger nail biting, arse scratching, fart passing tweet of. Of course, social media usage aside, this is reflective of wider changes in the nation’s ‘Living the dream’ X Factor imprisoned identity.

A day in to my three weeks of digital detox, on a long walk between beaches and bays on a coastline, I found myself thinking in tweets. I’d been using my social media accounts on such a close, regular basis that when I’d walked 14 kilometres away from my hostel only for a thunder storm to surprisingly leave me stranded, I didn’t at first think about finding a bus or taxi to safety. I thought to myself the ‘Oh dear. Stranded in a storm. Should have packed my umbrella, ha!’ words I would have tweeted if I’d not turned off my data roaming. For someone with a fond love of elegant, thoughtful phrases of language, thinking in short and choppy snippets like that is obviously a little alarming – and mental.

Several further days isolated, freed, from the constant brain flood of ego tickles by the people I’d been following and those of my own, I started feeling a sense of liberation. I’d be exploring a park, museum or dining with friends and not feel tied to my handheld device to keep up with ‘buzz’ that now seems to hold less merit than my kitchen fridge’s hum. Previously, it had been ‘God forbid if I don’t find out what so and so is eating for breakfast’. It became ‘Who gives a flying fuck?’.

Forgive the cringeworthy self help terminology, but I’d somewhat become ‘awakened’ or at least reminded as to who I was and what I thought or felt beneath the distracting fuzz of empty detail. Disconnected from the penetrative onslaught of nothingness, I had more space to make reflections, form solid opinions and relax, or if you liked the self help shit, ‘just be’. For an introvert who sometimes struggles socially, switching off helped me to switch on and exercise a personality so much harder to feel, develop or sustain when plugged in to a virtual one that runs at a higher, less pure voltage.

The most charismatic, inspiring people I’m friends with spend little, if any time, building up a digital persona. My favourite musicians, film stars and writers are so because they aren’t on chat shows every afternoon or in my inbox or news feeds fifty times a day. Their output is less frequent and richer for it because there’s more intrigue.

To the 30 odd real life friends I’ve recently unsubscribed from, it’s not that I don’t care about you. It’s because I do. Communication in person shouldn’t be a repetition of something I already know because you published it in an intangible arena. What’s the point in talking to someone when you know what they’ve got to say already?

Working at a digital marketing agency as a Social Media Manager and having ‘anti social media’ thoughts like these sets up a stage for conflict, but the disdain is towards how social media is used by certain people, not social media itself. My respect and love for social media remains.

I’m in a long distance relationship that began on a dating site and would be much more difficult without Facebook, Skype and the like. Keeping up with the niche underground hiphop music I adore would seem impossible. Sharing holiday photos with relatives would become a more long winded and expensive process. Keeping abreast of current affairs and sports results would only be possible in one hour television news broadcasts at the end of the day. I’d find it harder to discover new, highly regarded places to eat, drink and travel. *Insert the many other benefits of technology here*.

I just wish for the impossible, that people, if they really must consider themselves as a brand, do what brands do and run content through ‘usefulness/entertainment factor’ filters before sounding off. Then, just occasionally, Twitter’s top trends might be reflective of what’s going on in the world again, not how much better Harry from One Direction’s new haircut might be.

In terms of brands, the abundance of triviality in many people’s inboxes, news feeds and palms of hands emphasises the ever present and not nearly exhausted enough point; content is king. It’s everything and always has been. Brands and agencies have the time and resources that average Joe doesn’t to create incredible content. Create a solid identity positioned around a focused point of shared interest and serve useful, entertaining content around that. Your desired audience will come and will stay.

Orchestrated persona in this article:

I’m really cool and worldly, having walked bays, beaches an’ all.
I’m really dedicated to my other half.
I’m totally settling back into day to day life following my holiday.

My newly cleansed Twitter channel includes:

@ComicBookGuy – My favourite character from The Simpsons who regularly gives me a chuckle.
@WappingLondon – Cute updates about an area local to me.
@kanyewest – A rapper I’m a fan of who regularly entertains and talks about his creative process.
@MarsCuriosity – Who doesn’t want tweets from space?
@Prefixmag – Humble, informative music news site.

A hole lot of noting.

News tickers churn on
spreading the latest tales across
slices of breakfast toast
sheets of preparation in a corporate’s reception
wide screen train station stare points
the worlds in commuting palms
and feeds magnetising a nation’s eyes.

Break (Typer investigates why Jessie J is trending)

Finding smoke breaks now more refreshing
the not so free world craves for its info gasps
intervening shrinking blocks of contentment
ever uncomfortable without the conjured
interruptions of biscuit crumb detail.

Break (Typer’s friend who’s working abroad appears in a box to say ‘hello’)

Society’s psyche
blasé through repetitive routine
shrugs exhalations of expectance
as a name or face or lamp post of flowers
gets its thirty seconds of red LED lights
ones and zeros.

Break (Typer un-mutes the TV’s sport report)

Rarely does the undercurrent of sedate suffering
over fill the land’s un-thresh-old
bursting overt feeling for once across faces
all in it together but mightily alone
positioning place names in another’s tragedy.

Break (Typer checks a train timetable to see when he needs to get showered)

The dead racist reality TV star
horny babysitter turned royal beauty
mauled school trip stranger
text book pop star implosion
have all exited stage left.

Break (Typer searches for reassurance that ‘psyche’ is an appropriate word)

Alarm clocks tally up looping races
coffee mornings stir competition
hunters stake claim.

Break (Typer uses a translation tool to e-mail a friend happy ramadan before he forgets)

‘I walked her dogs’
‘She lived in my cousin’s friend’s flat’
‘He bagged my neighbour’s shopping’
‘The reporters blocked my road and I was late for work’
‘A helicopter kept circling my neighbourhood. It was probably looking for the killer’
‘I knew all the words to that main song. It’s well sad.’
‘My hot water was off this morning. I knew it was going to be a bad day.’

Break (Typer does a replace all on ‘poet’ with ‘writer’ and then another, settling for less pretence, though walks straight into the ego strut he wanted to sidestep by referencing his edits at all)

An occasional city break
globe trotting backpack adventure
technical error
house move
bed stricken fever
might wean someone off the penetrative
onslaught of persistent mind buckling.

Break (Typer taps in apologies to a friend that he’s running late)

However peaceful an escape
surrounded by pixels of noise
the nakedness of calm re-hooks.

Break (Typer washes and shuts down for a weekend of drink)

Biting at the virtual fishing rod line

Break (Typer reconnects computer to see how he looked at the rave)

Status Updates

Notes of cocktail glasses
beside rooftop pools
do leave vast impressions
but not the ones you hoped.

As neighbouring as it is
your flat is in Shepherds Bush
about as Holland Park
as Romford’s the East End.

If your holiday is so great
why are you in your hotel
so logged on to work
that you’re basically home?

Any level of coolness
iPad bus journeys hold
get immediately overwritten
as you read the Metro app.

To endlessly talk diets
to anyone who will listen
isn’t really the point
to being vegetarian.

Ascot tux’s look glam
less so on tubes home
tinted by mustard stains
of a late night kebab.

Where I’m @ with location.

A less waffly version of these thought crumbs features on the Outside Line blog

I check in regularly via Foursquare which updates my Twitter feed. I find it a quick and useful way to share somewhere interesting I’ve attended with my real life friends that I chat with via tweets. I favour Foursquare and its automatic updates to Twitter rather than Facebook Places and updates to my profile’s wall because I like the light entertainment of badges and points, find my iPhone’s Facebook app a little unwelcoming and occasionally enjoy browsing Foursquare’s user generated tips.

You wont see me shouting about being at the local takeaway in the early hours or sitting on a park bench, but you’ll find me putting my virtual flag in the digital ground of interesting gigs, museums and great restaurants or bars. When I get back into work after the weekend or catch up in person with friends that follow me online, location has proved to be a catalyst for conversation. ‘I saw you checked out that new bar the other night…’, ‘How was that new band you watched?’ and so on. Cynics will challenge the benefit of that over just starting a conversation from scratch in person and have a point, but they’re also some of the same people who said Facebook status updates would never take off and were pointless because people like being private and wont feel inclined to broadcast their thoughts.

Ultimately, social media activity’s often about showing off. People using location treat it as another outlet to present themselves through in a way they’d like to be seen. I want people to see that I went to a Rakim show this month so they associate me a little more with decent, historic rap music and knowledge. So I checked in at the gig. I don’t want people to know I munched through an all you can eat buffet at Pizza Hut because I’’m a bit ashamed and would rather people not know I’m unhealthy and live off grease from time to time. So the phone stayed in my pocket.

In terms of what location can offer brands, I think this will increase with time and new developments in tools and functionality. At the moment, location’s a fairly separate aspect to social media activity, homed in its entirety on a lone platform (Foursquare) or a little hidden in iPhone app tabs and busy news feeds (Facebook Places). If Facebook were to put a leader board at the top of every user’s profile page showing the places they’ve visited the most or most recently, there would suddenly be a permanent, prominent place for a brand’s name to be championed to a user’s private network. I think that’s when critical mass will pick up location more and people’s inclination to check in at locations will increase. Then brands can start promoting themselves to more people at a louder volume.

Twitter feature to provide birds eye view

Here’s a video by Twitter about their new photo, video and hash tag features.

It looks like you wont be seeing the likes of yfrog and twitpic for much longer. Rejoice!

You’ll soon be able to attach an image or video to your tweet directly from Twitter.com without the involvement of an external site. This will soon be possible from phone apps too.

There’ll be top video and top photos on the right hand column and you’ll be able to see a gallery of sorts on top of tweet stacks when you explore a hash tag.

Users will own the photos and video they upload.

It’ll be interesting to see how brands might use this;

  • Photo and video competitions and campaigns,
  • Aggregators of multimedia content around a particular event, topic or theme.

More information’s available at Twitter and Mashable.

My Brain On Music

My friend Jenny recently lent me a book called ’This Is Your Brain On Music’ by Daniel Levitan. Whilst I haven’t got round to finishing it, the bits I’ve read are great, putting some science behind what I love.

BBC Lab’s How Musical Are You? does something similar, asking you a series of questions, some with audio, for around half an hour. At the end you get a bunch of results as to how keen you are on music, how daring with it you get and if you’re likely to cry listening to an Anthony and The Johnsons song or not.

For some reason this great tool doesn’t have any share functionality which will disappoint the wealth of internet users out there that love nothing more than to show off about their musical tastes and how great their knowledge is. Luckily my ego knows how to make screenshots of webpages, so here are my results:


Enthusiasm for music – 90%
Music perception – 83%
Emotional connection – 76%
Social creativity – 40%
Musical curiosity – 49%

How well can you tap in time to Lady Gaga? Would you hear the difference if Barry White had been castrated? Find out here.