Monday, 5 November 2012

Email assualts


The Garden of Evening Mists

Is the Japanese gardener a spy. What's with the tattoos? Who did what to who in the war? This is a great novel, one of the best of 2012.


Boca

Billed as the Brazilian Godfather, and based on a true story. This was a gritty, violent, but also brutally honest crime film. Superbly photographed. I can understand reproducing 1960s clothes, cars, haircuts, furniture and interiors, but this has caught the period architecture, lighting, and looks as if it were filmed in the 60s.


Let The Right One In

The Swedish version, albeit dubbed (I genuinely prefer subtitles). Equally lavishly photographed, in beautiful snowy settings, this teenage vampire love story (don't see many of those around here, do you?) slowly unfolds and draws you right in.

Diving in two-footed

The armchair footballers' favourite moan. “What was he thinking of?” “That's a straight red card tackle.” “What possessed him to do that?”

It's a favourite moan, but it gets aired less and less. Footballers, not known for their brain-power, have learnt to control themselves, time their arrival, not commit to rash tackles and giving away fouls. It's a pity this improvement does not apply to the general population.

Every hiccup gives rise to emails, full of strong, accusing language in italics, and angry, nasty words in bold, often in bond and underlined with multiple exclamation makes at the end!!!!!! Everyone seems to live their lives in the starting blocks, ready to sprint to the email software and start throwing toys from prams and accusations at all and sundry.

It's rude, it's childish, it's demotivating, it's disrespectful, and it smacks of spoilt people who have never learnt how to make their point in a circumspect manner. It's the equivalent of a diving in, two-footed, over-the-ball tackle and should result in a suspension and a fine. No Outlook for you, Mrs Rotweiler, for two weeks, oh, and put £15 in the coffee fund, too.


Remember remember...

...the 5th of November. Today should be a public holiday. Celebrating the most coherent political policy the world has ever seen. Get shot of 'em.


The dentist

I broke a tooth a couple of weeks back (chewy mint, Resident Evil V). “I must go to the dentist” I said, then did nothing as it didn't hurt and my tongue got used to the sharp edges after a few days. Then yesterday I broke another (roast potato and pea curry). More serious this time, two lower molars in half. The dentist fixed the lot today, at no charge as they'd already fixed the two molars in September. Hope this lot lasts a bit longer.

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