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August 25, 2007

Kiss Me Deadly (Aldrich; 1955)

I’d be surprised if noirs get more badass than this? Robert Aldrich’s conception of 1950s Los Angeles is savage in its debauchery and unsparing in its nihilism. His film’s visual coarseness infiltrates almost all of the characterisations and every strand of his labyrinthine plot, resulting in an utterly bleak experience for the viewer. That bleakness is both the film’s greatest strength as well as it’s most insurmountable flaw imo: Kiss Me Deadly is probably the best exemplification of “noir” that there ever was, audacious in its ultra-stylistic exploration of the ideal’s extremities – and yet simultaneously it’s that pitch-perfect embodiment of the term that makes it such a grotesque and alienating experience.

Of course, that fact doesn’t prevent the film from being brilliant by any means. Aldrich is on delectably vicious form, grabbing the audience’s attention from the opening shot where Cloris Leachman frantically attempts to hitch a ride, causing a minor crash that’s emblematic of the film’s frenetic thirst for violence. It’s impossible to dispel that initial journey for it’s gruesome conclusion reverberates upon Aldrich’s much more troubling voyage through a post-war LA that’s dominated by its corruption: doctors and policemen are revealed to be as amoral as gangsters, whilst our protagonist isn’t even an anti-hero – he’s simply a plain cunt, through and through. Perhaps the only redeemable character is Christina, apparently LA’s most literate and thoughtful resident, but she doesn’t even survive beyond the first few scenes. There’s no place for her in Aldrich’s vision, not in a world that’s run by the materialistic tough-guys that she correctly typifies Mike Hammer as during the opening minutes.

Stylistically, there’s so much here that it blows my mind. It will surely take another viewing to properly digest the multiple facets of Aldrich’s visual assault upon the viewer, so unfortunately I can’t go into too much detail (maybe a more astute fan of the film would like to comment?) but there are a couple of things that I noted: the use of angles both low and high, not to mention the regular tilting of the frame; that staircase shot (woah!); an interesting use of light that emphasises the characters’ paleness against the night skies (opening shot); the initial credits that move top-to-bottom but demand to be read from bottom-to-top etc. etc. The quantity and quality of Aldrich’s visual manipulations create a disorienting experience for the viewer, perhaps reflecting the confusion of post-war urbania? Perhaps.

Either way, Aldrich saves his best stylistic flourish for last: a cataclysmic conclusion that is probably the only way to solve the mysteries that the poses. For almost the film’s entirety, Mike Hammer and his tormentors have been searcing for the so-called “great whatzit”, an unknown object that’s finally revealed to be some sort of radioactive substance. All are in the chase for personal gain – note how Mike’s investigation into Christina’s murder has nothing to do with justice and everything to do with the fact that “she’s connected to something big!” Without getting too out of my depth, it’s clear that there are parallels to the myth of Pandora’s box, and the blind curiosity of Hammer and his tormentors unleashes a modern-day equivalent to the original evils: the realisation of all the Cold War paranoia in a nuclear apocalypse that will (presumably) destroy everyone and every thing that we’ve encountered. The finale is a startling solution for all the violence and materialism that Kiss Me Deadly criticises – it’s almost as if the film cannot handle any further demoralisation and implodes in itself as a result thereby causing a series of powerless flashes and explosion that memorably engulf Lily (our “Pandora”) before concluding with a shot of Mike and Velma hugging in the ocean, powerless against the ferocious consequences of their actions. An electrifyingly brutal outcome then, for a cold-hearted but nonetheless exemplary film.

To Be or Not to Be (Lubitsch; 1942)

I’m surprised it took me this long to watch To Be or Not to Be, to be honest. I’ve always been fascinated by Lombard, and my love of Lubitsch’s Trouble in Paradise meant that further investigation into his oeuvre was a necessity. Anyway, I watched it, I loved it, quelle surprise!

Of course, To Be or Not to Be is/was understandably controversial for lampooning the Nazis. But, this was not an issue for me? It’s the rigid structure and formality of the Nazis that Lubitsch ridicules (e.g. “Heil Hitler!”, “Heil Hitler!”, “Heil Hitler!” etc.), and I don’t believe that he loses sight of the atrocities that they committed. If I recall correctly, the first time we see Col. Ehrhardt he’s signing death warrants? Moreover, the fact that these are Nazis is something that inherently creates tension with the benefit of hindsight anyway, and this affects many of the film’s scenes (“to be or not to be” can be read on an existential level too, no?) Plus, the more risqué jokes act to underline the extent of their cruelty: “We do the concentrating, and they do the camping.” Lubitsch dares to tread a fine line here, which we should applaud him for, but not as much as we should for his success in getting away with it.

That success is down to the film itself being a pure delight from beginning to end. Lubitsch’s trademark charm gradually gives way to greater and more hilarious farce with every passing minute, and I really love the way in which the actors manage to save the Resistance through what is ultimately the use of art – it’s a theme that I find irresistible, and one that I think might even be slightly self-referential? Perhaps Lubitsch hoped this comedy was a means by which he could raise awareness. Regardless, art’s ability to save the day is something that makes for joyous viewing imo – and the same goes for the script’s sly little comments on the vanity of actors (particularly through the character of Joseph Tura.)

As for the actors themselves – what a delicious way to pop my Lombard-cherry, so to speak. She was utterly charming here, and I completely see the fuss and fully intend to check out more of her work. Still, as radiant as she was it’s Jack Benny who impressed me the most – uproarious in all his various guises (Joseph Tura, Hamlet, Col. Ehrhardt, Prof. Siletsky etc.) And the supporting cast were terrific too, most notably Sig Ruman as the actual Col. Ehrhardt. An appropriately brilliant ensemble, considering the theatrical troupe at the film’s core.

If it wasn’t for the clunky montages during the first half of the film, I’d call this flawless. As it stands, it suits me just fine.

August 17, 2007


Follow-up to The Greatest Films According to Reehan from My Blog.

01 Persona (Bergman, 1966)
02 Stalker (Tarkovsky, 1979)
03 Sansho the Bailiff (Mizoguchi, 1954)
04 Madame de… (Ophüls, 1953)
05 Ordet (Dreyer, 1955)
06 Au hasard Balthazar (Bresson, 1966)
07 Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans (Murnau, 1927)
08 In the Mood for Love (Wong, 2000)
09 La Règle du jeu (Renoir, 1939)
10 Le Notti bianche (Visconti, 1957)

11 Marketa Lazarová (Vláčil, 1967)
12 Vertigo (Hitchcock, 1958)
13 City Lights (Chaplin, 1931)
14 La Dolce vita (Fellini, 1960)
15 Sátántangó (Tarr, 1994)
16 Le Mépris (Godard, 1963)
17 Tokyo Story (Ozu, 1953)
18 L’Âge d’Or (Buñuel, 1930)
19 Dogville (von Trier, 2003)
20 The Seventh Seal (Bergman, 1957)

21 Mulholland Dr. (Lynch, 2001)
22 The Leopard (Visconti, 1963)
23 Last Year in Marienbad (Resnais, 1961)
24 The Night of the Hunter (Laughton, 1955)
25 Bringing Up Baby (Hawks, 1938)
26 The Godfather & The Godfather: Part II (Coppola, 1972 & 1974)
27 Cries and Whispers (Bergman, 1972)
28 Ali: Fear Eats the Soul (Fassbinder, 1974)
29 Mother and Son (Sokurov, 1997)
30 Sullivan’s Travels (Sturges, 1941)

31 Hiroshima mon amour (Resnais, 1959)
32 Fanny and Alexander (Bergman, 1982)
33 Casablanca (Curtiz, 1942)
34 The Piano (Campion, 1993)
35 Raging Bull (Scorsese, 1980)
36 The Passion of Joan of Arc (Dreyer, 1928)
37 Solaris (Tarkovsky, 1972)
38 Raise the Red Lantern (Yimou, 1991)
39 The “Three Colours” Trilogy (Kieslowski, 1993-94)
40 Aguirre, the Wrath of God (Herzog, 1972)

41 Wild Strawberries (Bergman, 1957)
42 The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie (Buñuel, 1972)
43 The Age of Innocence (Scorsese, 1993)
44 The Philadelphia Story (Cukor, 1940)
45 Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (Lee, 2000)
46 Shame (Bergman, 1968)
47 Les Enfants du Paradis (Carné, 1945)
48 Touch of Evil (Welles, 1958)
49 2001: A Space Odyssey (Kubrick, 1968)
50 The “Apu” Trilogy (Ray, 1955-59)

51 Days of Heaven (Malick, 1978)
52 Sunset Blvd. (Wilder, 1950)
53 Ran (Kurosawa, 1985)
54 Andrei Rublev (Tarkovsky, 1969)
55 Modern Times (Chaplin, 1936)
56 Manhattan (Allen, 1979)
57 Nights of Cabiria (Fellini, 1957)
58 La Belle et la bête (Cocteau, 1946)
59 Brokeback Mountain (Lee, 2005)
60 L’Atalante (Vigo, 1934)

61 Inland Empire (Lynch, 2006)
62 The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover (Greenaway, 1989)
63 Underground (Kusturica, 1995)
64 Chinatown (Polanski, 1974)
65 Jules et Jim (Truffaut, 1962)
66 Brief Encounter (Lean, 1945)
67 Belle de jour (Buñuel, 1967)
68 Pickup on South Street (Fuller, 1953)
69 To Be or Not to Be (Lubitsch, 1942)
70 Dead Man (Jarmusch, 1995)

71 American Beauty (Mendes, 1999)
72 The Red Shoes (Powell & Pressburger, 1948)
73 Letter from an Unknown Woman (Ophüls, 1948)
74 Journey to Italy (Rossellini, 1954)
75 Death in Venice (Visconti, 1971)
76 2046 (Wong, 2004)
77 (Fellini, 1963)
78 Le Million (Clair, 1931)
79 Werckmeister Harmonies (Tarr, 2000)
80 His Girl Friday (Hawks, 1940)

81 The Silence (Bergman, 1963)
82 Gertrud (Dreyer, 1964)
83 The Marriage of Maria Braun (Fassbinder, 1979)
84 Taste of Cherry (Kiarostami, 1997)
85 Pierrot le fou (Godard, 1965)
86 The Scarlet Empress (von Sternberg, 1934)
87 Hail the Conquering Hero (Sturges, 1944)
88 Eyes Wide Shut (Kubrick, 1999)
89 The Golden Coach (Renoir, 1953)
90 Faust (Murnau, 1926)

91 Winter Light (Bergman, 1962)
92 Chungking Express (Wong, 1994)
93 The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (Demy, 1964)
94 North by Northwest (Hitchcock, 1959)
95 Trouble in Paradise (Lubitsch, 1932)
96 Viridiana (Buñuel, 1961)
97 Holiday (Cukor, 1938)
98 Bicycle Thieves (De Sica, 1948)
99 Ugetsu (Mizoguchi, 1953)
100 Freaks (Browning, 1932)

August 14, 2007

What I Did On My Holidays…

Well I’m back from a week off, relaxed and refreshed (wasn’t really stessed before but shifts take their toll) – weathers decided to turn all messy to welcome me back which is a bit of a pain, but heck, it’s what I’m here for.

Well as to the subject of this post (kudos if you get where I take the title from). Good week overall, I stand by my comment that this is a small country but Portsmouth to Stirling is not perhaps a journey I’d reccomend on a regular basis, but definitely a lot of scenery.

Started off down Swanage with my bro and dad for the last day of the carnival (bit of a regular thing with us), great fireworks, bit of golf and the ‘alt blues’ band were pretty cool too (bought their CDs). Then a few days round Portsmouth seeing friends and strolling around the city.

Then came Tuesday and the big trip. Picked the cat up from the cattery after a months incarceration, dosed up on Prozac for the journey (the cat not me), and off we went. The cat basically was normal after about 20 mins, and then began meowing (odd for a basically silent cat) – for 8 hours. I let him out twice on the way so he could stretch and tried to stop quite regularly but not bad overall (ok I confess I speeded for a fair while, but then it was rare that my speed was unusual for the other cars. Mum seems quite happy up in Scotland, Stirling not quite what she’s after so a move to the Highlands probably in the next 12 months. For my part Stirling seems great, hills just next door (had a good hike) and a proper town with clubs, pubs, shops, history too. Her new place is nice, no cat flap which will be a bit difficult, especially now the cat seems to have learnt to meow.

Then it was down to Ripon to check out Dishforth/Harrogate as thats where I’m off come December.Ripon is a bit small but Harrogate looks great so I’m quite looking forward to that. It’s a bit odd but being Southern in the North didn’t feel particularly out of place, but in Scotland I was well aware I was in a different country (I may insist on being called British, but theres no denying sometimes you can only be English), not unwelcome, just aware of difference. Also a lot of beautiful women [always had a soft spot for a little Celtish look, can trace that back to a pretty girl I knew way back (yr6 I think) who I consistantly fancied through school (though not my major crush I confess) come a sixth form party the girl actually sat and talked to me – whether just curious or chatting me up I don’t know, as I was drunk as a Lord and slid under the table, she then left, oh dear (whereever you are I apologise Miss Kendall)], and not many bottle blonds either.

So then I returned here, saw a couple on super cars on Sunday and prepared for work today. Good things about today, booked some windsurfing lessons (I’ll get there eventually), not so great I changed doc so as I can get my knee checked as it’s been niggling for months now and I need to know how serious it is ie can I run? 1/2 marathon? fit for RAF?

We’ll see

August 09, 2007

Laugh a second, my life is

Step 1: go to google (uk version)
Step 2: type in “MFI”
Step 3: look down the entries. Go on… Have a proper look.
Step 4: laugh. giggle. smirk. s’up to you.

July 31, 2007

Ingmar Bergman (1918–2007)

Ingmar Bergman

My love of cinema is inextricably linked with my love of Bergman. Had it not been for that beguiling of image of Death and a medieval knight playing a game of chess, then I may never have taken the time to watch The Seventh Seal (1957) – and had I not watched the first of his many masterpieces, then I would perhaps still be unaware of the ability of film to function as art.

Film is a huge part of my life and thus, so is Bergman. An absolute giant of the arthouse cinema that he helped popularise from the 1950s to the 1970s, recent years saw his stock diminish amongst critics’ circles as his work became seen as too theatrical, too dated. Perhaps his death will provoke an overdue reassessment of his unrivalled oeuvre?

What continues to set Bergman apart from the legions of admirers and imitators is the fact that his cinema is unique . The man lived and breathed through his films, pouring his own doubts and concerns into his work. He thereby created a distinct cinematic language that was entirely personal to him, whilst the films themselves plumbed depths of feeling that no one else would even dare to conceive.

The stereotype of the gloomy Swede was perpetuated by Bergman, but those who relegate his work to types have evidently yet to experience the complexity of his brand of darkness. Only after one has undertaken the breathtaking emotional rollercoaster of a film like Cries and Whispers (1972) can one begin to grasp why his followers are so staunch in their dedication. Bergman was a filmmaker who dared to explore and expose the most horrific aspects of our mental anguish, and who at the same time had a propensity for successfully tackling the grandest of moral and spiritual questions. The fact that his work continues to strike such a resonant chord is a testament to the lasting relevance of his themes. And as for the doom-and-gloom aspect, it’s telling that even the arduous Cries is a film that concludes with a positively life-affirming note – something that, contrary to public perception, is a hallmark of Bergman’s cinema: take a look at Wild Strawberries (1957) or Fanny and Alexander (1982) for further proof.

For all his theatrical roots, Bergman was also a remarkable visual stylist. From the lush expressionistic devices he employed in The Seventh Seal or Wild Strawberries , through the bleak austerity of his “Faith Trilogy”, to the magnificent chamber dramas of Cries and Whispers and Fanny and Alexander – his films were consistently striking upon the eye. Never was this more the case than in his greatest work, Persona (1966) – a film so radical in its innovative use of the film form that it almost makes Godard and Welles look like mice in comparison.

Bergman, for me and so many others, was the embodiment of what cinema could achieve. His films demand our utmost attention, but the voyages of empathy, understanding and even self-discovery that they provoke as a result serve as apt rewards. Losing Ingmar is a tremendous blow to the world of film, in spite of his enviable and lengthy career. It’s a metaphorical loss of that aforementioned embodiment – Bergman’s presence, even if silent, was at least a reassurance that the sanctity of cinema was still safe, still guarded. Without him, it’s as if the world of film seems more vulnerable, more susceptible to the homogeneity, to a loss of feeling that he so ardently worked to establish.

Thankfully, Bergman left us with a legacy that can’t be erased: his films. Amidst all the mourning, it’s those brilliant accomplishments that we should look towards. Certainly, it’s what I’ll be turning to to remind myself that all is not lost, that art can and will survive. For The Seventh Seal, for Cries and Whispers , for Wild Strawberries , for Fanny and Alexander , for Persona and for so many others I will be in eternal gratitude to Mr. Bergman.

So yeah: Thank You, Ingmar. R.I.P.

July 30, 2007

The dichotomy paradox

A mathematician, a physicist and an engineer were asked to answer the following question. A group of boys are lined up on one wall of a dance hall, and an equal number of girls are lined up on the opposite wall. Both groups are then instructed to advance toward each other by one quarter the distance separating them, every ten seconds (i.e., if they are distance d apart at time 0, they are d/2 at t=10, d/4 at t=20, d/8 at t=30, and so on.) When do they meet at the center of the dance hall? The mathematician said they would never actually meet because the series is infinite. The physicist said they would meet when time equals infinity. The engineer said that within one minute they would be close enough for all practical purposes.

July 29, 2007

Global Gathering 2007

In a word – IMMENSE!

So many great memories. So little sleep. Just amazing!

Calming down a bit now, but still buzzing and listening to Radio 1 (online and live) not really helping matters. I don’t really care at the moment though. Might do tomorrow during work. Oh well.

Bring on Global Gathering 2008!

July 24, 2007

Harry Potter

Everyone on the Tube is reading it. I mean everyone! What’s the big deal? It’s only a book isn’t it?

July 22, 2007

This time last year…

This weekend I have been decorating with the help of my parents. Basicaly, it came up in conversation what I was doing this time last year and how much has changed.

This time last year:
- I had just graduated.
- It was very very hot.
- I had the whole summer to enjoy.
- I had no job to go to every day.
- I was still living with my parents.
- Although I was looking for somewhere to live when I started work, I had not actually found anywhere.
- I hadn’t even contemplated buying somewhere to live.
- Decorating was the last thing on my mind.
- Hearing about those who were going to Global Gathering was absolute torture.
- Many of my friends were disappearing for the year on a post-uni gap year.

I’ve also had a look back on my blog and found a meme and a few things there have changed:

“How many keys are on your keychain?
haha – now that I’ve moved I have 7 keys!

“How many suitcases do you own?
I’m now the proud owner of a suitcase. Not exactly the most exciting etc thing thats changed, but at the time I remember thinking “why and when the hell will I need a suitcase”.

“Do any of your friends have children?
not that i know of (thank god)”
Although none have children yet, a good friend has got married and this has slightly scared me.

“What post code are you in right now?
CV35. tis nice”
Now it’s B1 – city centre, I know! Brilliant for work and I love where I live.

“How many siblings do you have?
none, zip, nada etc…sigh”
Thank goodness this has not changed – that would just be scary beyond words!

“What is the weather like?
sunny and (too) hot and getting hotter”
Haha – do I even have to go into this one?! One thing though – my parent’s village made it onto the national news and even got pictures on the BBC website!

“What personality trait is a must–have in your preferred gender?
its been said before, but someone who can make me laugh, and someone who can cheer me up when im down”
Think that I now havet to add “must be as ambitious as me or at least likes the same things” to that list. Just cos I’ve found out a few things about myself this year.

“Do you like your living arrangement?
not the best, but not the worst”
I love it now. Seriously love it!

“What celebrities have you been compared to?
Mena Suvari. never worked out how they got to that one”
And now Angelina Jolie – I’ve n-e-v-e-r seen such extreme alcohol blindness

Anyways, this blog entry is basically a trip down memory lane and has been a nice recap of the past year of my life. A lot has changed and, although I didn’t think it would be for the best, it has been.

Here’s to another good year of growing, learning and memorable times!

July 16, 2007

Just up the Road

Got a spare moment so I thought I’d just say that after passing up going to the air tattoo, or a Summer Ball – I had an awesome weekend just meeting up with uni pals. Finished up just feeling generally happy, just completely relaxed and chilled with friends, can’t be overrated.

Also got to wander round Brum for a bit including the sea life centre (otters rock, Sea turtles bloody cool too (or should that be ‘totally awesome and like bodacious dude!’ – Finding Nemo has a lot to answer for)) and watching the latest Potter film too, pretty good a lil cliched in parts but then so was the book.

And all just 2 and a bit hours down the A14/M6 – nice seeing quite how small this country is (makes it ok in my mind to be moving to Yorkshire come end of year – 4 hours North or South to my Mum or Dad respectively – friends scatterd between those extremes). Oh yeah and I really hate the number of cameras on the A14, and where there’re stripes but no camera is just plain annoying.

July 15, 2007

School Reunion

Well officially it was George’s birthday barbeque, but since it’s the closest I’m ever going to get now to a school reunion, I may as well call it that.

So it seems everyone is now working in various places along the M4 corridor, and almost everyone has ended up working in IT related jobs. Furthermore, everyone is looking to get themselves on the property ladder. In a way, I’m no different.

The highlight of the evening… well there wasn’t one as such, as everyone seems to have matured to the extent that alcohol-induced antics are becoming a thing of the past. But nevertheless it’s always good to cross paths again with those with whom we spent our childhood. Hopefully I can be less of a stranger to them from now on.

July 12, 2007

chair math

6 people plus 1 equals 7 people.
6 chairs plus 0 equals 6 charis.

Hmm… I may have a problem.

July 07, 2007


Why am I awake at this time in the morning? Oh, I know – its all the caffine alcoholic drinks I’ve consumed tonight. As well as only getting back about an hour ago. I’m tired and drunk and have so much to do this weekend. Oh well…

Going to Global Gathering though :D

July 06, 2007

Back again

Well I’m drawing to the close of my first night shift back and it’s gone alright, there’s a stonking great whole in the clouds which makes my forecast look shite – but a glance at the horizon and satelite puts my mind at ease. Life is good, most of my mates from last time are away now so the social life is alittle quieter than I’d grown accustomed to, but then again there’s plenty opportunity to make up for that.

Went wandering in Ipswich before shift, I’m sure there weren’t so many good looking women here in February (although I’m of the opinion there’d be more if they smiled more, dour lot). 3 possibillities by my mind, 1) there really has been an influx of the young and the beautiful, 2) Summer changes the female wardrobe and attitude much to the good, or 3) I really have become more desperate in the last few months. I’m going for a combination of options 2 & 3.

Not a lot else to report really, I can but hope for more to report soon. Perhaps a meet with friends from uni (or if that falls through maybe last minute attendance of the summer ball here – the two clash unfortunately, but you’ve gotta keep up with the old friends or there’s no point in getting new ones).


July 05, 2007

How to destress…

...and forget about the crap that is life sometimes.

Take one bath. Add water.
Take one glass. Add wine.
Take one book.
Get in bath, drink wine, read book.
For added luxury, eat strawberries.

Why am I awake at this time in the morning?

Any rational person in my situation would be asleep.

July 03, 2007

Is this the most boring Wimbledon ever?

Really. No British interest after the second day. No competition in the men’s tournament because the identity of the winner was known 51 weeks ago. No play for three quarters of each day because it’s always raining. No five set matches finishing 19-17 in the fifth with both competitors drenched in sweat. No real upsets of the recognised pecking order. No timeless classic appearing in the tournament for the twentieth time.

Honestly, if I weren’t so sports-orientated, it would be easy to overlook the fact that it was happening this year at all.

July 02, 2007

Minor injustice

It wasn’t my fault. Yes, I was caught holding the instrument and yes, i was at the scene of the misdemeanor when it was spotted. But that doesn’t mean it was me who was responsible. I was innocently doing my business in the wrong place at the wrong time. I hope you realise this. I hope that when the dust settles you recognise that you’ve got the wrong man here. I’ll take it on the chin and know better next time. But the real culprit is still laughing his head off somewhere.

July 01, 2007

TV fest

This weekend I have mostly be watching tv. I needed a weekend off – I’ve been travelling the country every weekend for the past, erm, long time (can’t remember how long now). This entry is basically a round-up of the tv I’ve watched. Sad, I know, but what are you gonna do about it?

Big Brother

Unfortunately I’ve got addicted to this this year. All in all I don’t think that it’s been really great and now that Billi has been voted out it’s going to be even more boring. Him and Charlie would have been a great duo – arguing and bitching together. Would have made great entertainment. But no. Instead Tracy and Carole are left in. To be fair Carole has grown on me. A Few weeks ago she was annoyingly mummy-ish but now she’s joining in the fun a bit more. But Tracy… I think the amount of airtime she has had says a lot. She isn’t that entertaining except when it comes to nominations. Basically I think that she’s clever (can come across as very wise) but she doesn’t really add anything to the house.

Dr Who

Omg – Saturday’s episode was fan-bloody-tastic! In fact the whole series has. And definitely one for the ladies. There are so many programmes with eye-candy for blokes, but this series (especially the last 3 episodes) has really been nice to look at (and watch of course)!

Hickstead Derby

Yes, I’m one of the few that likes watching this, but I have an appreciation of the skill and bravery involved. And this year’s weather… I’m glad I didn’t have to do go round, even if they had lowered the jumps! Also, glad that Geoff Billington won. ‘Bout time!

Diana’s concert

Erm, I have a slight problem with this. It just makes me uncomfortable having a concert in her honour. But I’ll not go into that for fear of being shouted down. A lot. One thing that is funny is seeing the princes dance! Generally blokes dancing makes me laugh but when they’re famous it makes it even funnier!

June 29, 2007

Young 'uns

Just got ID’ed! At 23!

I’m still young!! :D

June 28, 2007

So what happened to June then?

This time last year, it was blazing hot. Temperatures continuously in the high twenties for three whole weeks. Shorts, vests, and sandals all round. Sleeping out in the garden all day because it was warm enough to do so. Waking up every morning to the sun’s rays on your bed.

Why are there floods everywhere now and why am I shivering on my way in to work in the mornings?

June 27, 2007

You wha?!

On my way to work this morning I passed a sign saying:

Canal locks temporarily out of order due to lack of water.

June 24, 2007

Little sister

My little sister turns 20 years of age today.

My God that makes me feel old. Worryingly old.

June 21, 2007

In pain again

May have to swear off a few things for a while. As does everybody once in a while.