Love Actually

I bought this cheap on DVD at the weekend and watched it the other night.
Not the best film in the world, but worth the admission price alone for Sir Bill Nighy. The man's a god!

One of the emotionally-charged ending bits is with the irritatingly cute boy who goes to the airport to tell a girl that he loves her. I couldn't help, watching it, think how different the scene would play out now, post security clampdowns.

Rather than gamely running through metal detectors and down corridors whilst being pursued by bumbly and in-ept guards before he reaches the boarding gate, he would have been shot through the head.

Not quite the same feel to it really.

Inciteful insight

Inspired by Dan's efforts on his blog, I have undertaken some in-depth, detailed psychological analysis, complete in six questions. How can it be wrong!

Age of 25 is blatantly wrong, I am really waiting for 40 to hit. I think that is my 'comfortable skin' really. But the bit in second one about being a misanthrope is certainly true. I went to Tesco earlier and spent most of my time there plotting the deaths of those around me.

I can't believe I was the only one doing that.


Plus next door have been playing the kind of music that is felt, rather than heard, for the last 3 hours. delightful.

You Have a Choleric Temperament

You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things. Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life. You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation. You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon. Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall. You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others. At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults. Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion. A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.

What Temperment Are You?

You Are 25 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

Is there intelligent life _anywhere_?

Saw this post last night.
V funny.


http://www.bbspot.com/News/2006/10/turing-test.html

Tag your (54)it

I never normally respond to these so not sure why I am now (other than the fact I'm trying to avoid doing some mind-numbing work that I have to get finished, even though it's a Sunday).

As per the request:
Please Leave The Following In All Posts : 'Remember that it isn't always the sensational stuff that writers are looking for, it can just as easily be something that you take for granted like having raised twins or knowing how to grow beetroot. Mind you, if you know how to fly a helicopter or have worked as a film extra, do feel free to let the rest of us know about it.'


I'd like to get properly into photography and would also like to get back to doing video/film work like I used to as a kid with Dan.

I used to be a campanologist but had a constant fear of getting my foot caught in the ropes and being hoiked up the belltower (as it were)

I have a 1972 ivory-white spitfire that has been off the road for a few years but should (very soon) be driveable again.

I'm currently making lasagne, pasta sauce and sausage casserole to freeze so that I can be a bit healthier; this in response to having watched HFW bemoaning the evils of ready meals whilst sat on the sofa eating a ready meal chicken curry (that was very nice)

I can speak about 3 lines of Cornish and should really sort out learning more, beyond things like: Fatla genes (how are you?) bana gwynn rudth (i'd like a glass of red wine) and gorthuger da (good evening); though having just typed those out, I think i'm pretty much set for all i'd ever need to do.

We drink wine with diamonds in the glass, by the case...

I've gradually been confirming that my tastes are indeed expensive, by finding more and more things that it turns out I really like, vis:

• Martini
• Lobster
• Poilane sourdough bread
• Hotel Chocolat (everything)
• high-class hookers cut to look like movie stars

Now to add to that, courtesy of the rambler herself: Fever tree tonic water. £3 for 4, quite small bottles, but my limes it's good stuff.

Not too bitter, just bitter enough. Not sweet, clean, basically bloody lovely.

New meaning

From the Linda Smith tribute on BBC 7 on Friday, a new word definition:

buttercup:
face down.


And for old time's sake,


countryside:
to kill Piers Morgan.