Futher further further legal proceedings

A year or so I got a heroic amount of paperwork from India apparently making me co-defendant in a libel case.

I think the court wanted be to remove something posted on Gmane or something, but it was kinda hard to tell.

 Anyway, this week I got some new paperwork from India.  Just 50 pages this time.

The contents are even more puzzling than the previous episode.

If I understand them correctly, I’m now party in a counter-suit.

Here’s my understanding of this brain teaser.

Originally, Sanjay sued Milap for libel because Milap said that Sanjay has stolen his land, corrupted the government and tried to have him and his family killed.

Sanjay apparently won this case, which has been going in the Indian courts since the early nineties. I was a party here because Milap had sent an email to a list about this stuff, stored on Gmane.

Now Milap is counter-suing Sanjay.

I’m not quite sure what the suit is actually about, because the papers here deal mostly with trying to shift the case from the Calcutta high court to another high court.  Because Milap is afraid that he’ll be killed if he shows his face in Calcutta.

And somehow I’m now being sued along with Sanjay.

That just seems odd.  Why am I on the suee side in both cases?

So I’m being allowed to “file your affidavit in opposition to the petition” to have the case moved to a court where Milap won’t be killed as much.  (Milap is 70 years old now, allegedly.)

My take on all this is that I won’t be travelling to India any time soon.

Oops. I’m doing London. Again.

Just beachy electronic music

Laurie Anderson is doing a tour! I had no way of getting away from work until one of the last dates on the tour: Performing at Antony’s Meltdown thing in London. Which was fine by me. Lots of other shows at that thing that I’d like to see, like Matmos. And Antony.

So I ordered the tickets. And then it dawned on me that this was taking place during like that sports event you know.

Eek time.

But you know. It’s been just luvverley. Sure, there are more people here than usual, but it not a catastrophe. It’ more of an apostrophe.

There’s a bazillion nice people kindly directing the excess touristry (“Oi! Get off the road! It’s a red light innit?”), and while the tube may be crowded sometimes, it seems like there’s a train everywhere every minute.

Boris makes the trains run on time. You know what that implies.

London is the same as always, only more so. You can’t pass through any park, no matter how minuscule, without happening upon a pavilion with some ladies singing. Pass through the South Bank Centre and watch the 20 ballet dancers that seem to happen to spend all day practising synchronised break-dancing in the basement. And walk along the beach and listen to a busker performing abstract electronic music on his two Korgs.

It’s just kinda awright, innit?

Oh! And the Tate Modern. In the Tanks they had a new exciting artist called Unilever, who was doing a piece involving like 50 people running around in a whopping big room. Or standing around and singing. Or sitting down. Or doing nothing.

They were dressed normally, so during the more dormant periods the audience would sort of wander amongst them, until they realised what was going on.

The unsettling thing about the piece was that occasionally one of the performers would leave the herd and come sit next to you. Then they would tell you a story. About something awkward. Or something they were ashamed about, I guess.

It’s very odd sitting there listening to somebody tell you something personal and not saying anything in return.

I give Unilever lots of thumbs up.

It’s apparently gonna run until October. Those people must get tired of running and confessing after a while.

Oh well.  That’s art.

Filmin’

So, a couple months back I got a call from somebody who presented himself as a “location manager” for a Norwegian movie producer.

I know, but they exist.

He said they were looking for an apt. with a view, so they’d been scouting and thought that my apt. looked like a possible candidate.

I said “er, uhm”, like I do, so they came over and had a look.

A few looks more and then I’ve suddenly signed a contract.

They seem like nice people and probably won’t destroy my apt.  Probably.

So they’re using my apt. for 11 days (plus) in September to film this movie.  The bits about the blind woman, at least.

I was hoping that I’d find the time to do the Gmane SSD switcharoo and more Gnus stuff this autumn after work stuff calmed down.  But I’m probably going to go off on a holiday while they’re filming, so everything is postponed once more.

I have high hopes for October, though! 

Bitch whine bitch whine.

So much drama!