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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