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Dredd 3D

First the Oxfam bookshop and a good find, a little, hardback, illustrated WB Yeats collection. Colour plates. Nice.

The Odeon filmgoers review said: no real plot or depth to speak of. Plenty of great chases, shoot-outs and 3D effects. Pure and simple escapism.

What's not to like? Eighteen certificate. The censors said: blood, gore, drug references, violence, bad language. We said (StbPFT and I) "what's not to like" and went to see it and it's great. Just over an hour and a half when there's nothing to think about but Judges Dredd and Anderson and how they're going to cope with a locked down tower block, rogue Judges, an army of bad guys and even some dodgy kids after their scalps for the bounty. No, there's not a lot of character development, or plot, thankfully they've delivered a 3D rollercoaster ride without the too-primitive overbearing rubbish 3D. The bikes are cool, too, and I want one of those voice activated DNA-sensitive guns.

Imagine: “talking loudly about last night's rubbish television on the train. Penalty: death. Hi Ex.”

Bang. Heads explode.

“Sorry, passengers. That was messy. Justice has been done. A cleanup crew will attend in due course.” Heh.

Bestival, MM returns

I'd've liked to see quite a lot of the bands. The website is impenetrable, showing the bands in one huge list, or in alphabetical order with links to more info, and no night by night, stage by stage programme anywhere. I've also not read a single bad review, of the event as a whole. The Guardian bloke did say that “despite what they keep telling us, Sister Sledge clearly didn't have all their siblings with them” and that the Earth Wind and Fire (Experience) singer had a falsetto “you could perform surgery with”.

Django Django (who would've been on the 'must see' list, with New Order, The XX (who were the in-car CD of choice for weeks), Orbital, and Buraka Som Sistema) said it was the only festival they've played all summer where it wasn't 'pissing down with rain'.

We didn't know when to expect MM back or whether he'd need picking up or anything. We didn't know any of this, because he's lost his phone. Again. I imagine the lost property at festivals is pretty phone heavy, and that they're not so easy to trace in the storage bins if their batteries have died. They've now got one of his lost phones. They're not collectors' items. Not rare enough. Anyway, he got off the IoW at about eight o'clock last night after queueing for the ferry for eight hours and got home in the wee small hours.

We've now got a part-share in an abandoned teepee they brought home. A big one. Sleeps six people.

“That's nice” I said “maybe we can go camping.”

“Apparently there's a big cock painted on it.” BLISS said.

“Oh. Maybe not then.”