Awesome.
Entirely conventional in everything but its premise and its spectacular pre-launch hype, it is nonetheless an enormously entertaining film. More to follow… but in the meantime, if you can take some gore and fright, don’t listen to the critics – go watch.
Spurs took a hit losing to Bolton this weekend. Read about it here. I didn’t watch the match and am not following the season that closely, but the decision to support Spurs a little more actively this season has been enough; I felt/feel duly sad. And then I felt appropriately amused by reading Martin Jol’s comments about the game:
“The only positive for us is the new players now know the Premiership is different.”
There was doubt?
Still, I’ll be watching with interest. I understand that we’ve lost the last 5 matches against Bolton away and that it was more or less a foregone conclusion, so hopefully we’ll have more luck in the next game.
A new Ladbroke’s has opened near me, and a couple of people have already moved into permanent seating positions. I don’t know what it is about betting shops that they need to generate such depressing environments for themselves; the windows have all been blocked (in what was quite an attractive, well lit storefront) and white mountingboard seals every wall. It looks like it must feel like being on the inside of a coffin.
Matt seemed to think that they shut out external sources of light so betters in residence wouldn’t notice the passage of time in the outside world, which seems rational enough in that respect… but if these guys are watching races/football matches, etc, they’ll know exactly what time it is…
Ah, ’tis a wonderful and variegated world we live in. The best I can hope for is that the Ladbroke’s faces the same end that the three preceding coffee shops that inhabited that space did: lack of custom.
Is an under-used phrase.
I’ve found lately that I pay more attention to comments, technorati leads or trackbacks than I do to normal email. I guess the implication of a comment or trackback etc. is that someone has actually read what I’ve written about something and chosen to give an opinion. As such, it’s therefore about me and in a typically egocentric way I care more.
It’s a pretty intimate interaction; I like it a lot.
So those of you have been reading and giving your views – I thank you. And if you think I’ve not been commenting on your blog enough, tell me and I’ll get involved. I’m quite good about reading my RSS feeds, so you’re not going unread, don’t worry. Unlike these guys…
I’m going to go right ahead and define procrastination as searching for things on eBay you don’t really need and only sllightly want. The funny thing is, as I’ve remarked before, I hate shopping. I just like having… stuff. I might have to tell Firefox somewhere not to let me access the ebay.co.uk domain…
Ah, self-discipline through needless technical jiggery pokery. Or is that just another form of procrastination, and I should just find some willpower. Who knows?
I’ve felt this for years, but last night, after a few drinks, on a friend’s balcony overlooking the entirety of London — well, it was breathtaking. I wish I’d had my camera, or that my phone camera could cope with low-light conditions. Even the Wheel looked awesome.
So if I’ve left you a message saying something about the wheel, or the view… that was the inspiration. Share and enjoy, that’s my motto…
You remember Netscape, right? They were around before Microsoft destroyed them with Internet Explorer and their pioneering ‘Navigator’ and ‘Communicator’ internet browser software bloated itself to death. ‘Bloat’ here being the technical term for what happens when you include tonnes of features in an application that no-one needs, reducing its performance, increasing its complexity and killing its appeal.
Well, in one of the more recent issues of ‘The Amazing Spider Man’ – (I think it’s issue 533 – ‘Civil War’) – loads of people go out and Google something (yes, Google – the page is illustrated with almost complete accuracy) – using a Netscape browser.
Bizarre. You’d think those geeks would be loving Firefox or something, but apparently not… Marvel, you’re a strange bunch!
Was out tonight celebrating Sheila’s birthday, at a lovely Italian restaraunt in Ladbroke Grove. Was brave and had some slightly flattened relative of spaghetti (sciatelli?) with king prawns – utterly delicious and the experience of having an entire clan of Neapolitans serve us the delicious food really put the raspberry on the panacotta (also delicious). It was a general smorgasboard of deliciousness.
Sister seemed to have a good time, which was generally pleasing. My abuse of my ‘presence’ information today on Google Talk and MSN Messenger resulted in a number of random birthday greetings for Sheila directed at me. Though oddly, none came in via this blog – are you people really paying attention? ;)
Tonight, I talked to Wu-Tang, amongst others of Sheila’s friends. Wu-tang has an awesome blog title, and a number of good anecdotes, many of which are Italian in nature.
The one thing I learned, however, was the lyrics to a particularly charming Neapolitan drinking song. Well, apparently it can be sung without drinking, but anyway, the lyrics go (please excuse spelling):
Funiculee, funicular, funiculee, funiculaaaaaaar…….
Yamba yamba yamba ya funiculee funicular
I think it’s about a funicular railway. Geor-.. I mean, Wu-Tang will no doubt drop by and correct me if I’m wrong.
You better believe it! My favourite sister turns [age omitted in case she’s started to be sensitive about it] today and we’re celebrating later on with a small group and a nice restaurant – the two things you need.
Sheila’s been hyping it for weeks. I’m glad its finally here ;)
Happy birthday Sister — don’t let it go to your head!
Email your wishes to sheila [at] thisdomainname.co.uk (actual address hidden for spambot protection), or leave them in the comments.