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Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Nice hubby!
For making hot ribena last night. I think part of the trouble was that I pulled something in my chest over the weekend. However, I am much better now. Hurrah!
Monday, March 08, 2004
I can't breathe
I've been having an asthma attack since about 2.30 this afternoon, and it's really starting to bother me. I've had a cough for the last day, and I'm starting to wonder if I;m getting a chest infection, because I get a bit like this when I have. It's a bit scary though, I'm having to pant slightly just to get enough air into my lungs, and now my chest hurts.
Bah.
Hot ribena, that will be the cure...
I like straw hats, me
You're Adventures of Huckleberry Finn!
by Mark Twain
With an affinity for floating down the river, you see things in black
and white. The world is strange and new to you and the more you learn about it, the less
it makes sense. You probably speak with an accent and others have a hard time
understanding you and an even harder time taking you seriously. Nevertheless, your
adventurous spirit is admirable. You really like straw hats.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Is this me? Praps someone else can tell me.
I do like straw hats though.
Saturday, March 06, 2004
Late nights and train rides
Both of which I had yesterday, after a very hectic week at work, when I didn't spend a whole day in the office on any one day.
It was a leaving do last night, and contrary to my usual practice, we went for a meal after drinks. Why thought the restaurant had to be booked in bloody West London is a mystery to me. Don't get me wrong, it was a very nice restaurant (Launceston Place, if you're interested), and the food was lovely, and we had a private room and all that, but it was a pain in the neck to get back from. I had to leave about 50 minutes before my last train to make sure that I could get a cab to get me there in time. Chiz.
I do wish that there wasn't a last train and they did run through the night. I used to live somewhere where they did, and it was nice being able to pitch up at the station knowing that you would be able, within a reasonable waiting period, get a train.
The station, and indeed, the train, were mad last night. As I very, very rarely (in fact, I think never before) get the last train, I haven't witnessed the particularly sweavy class of passenger, or the fact that the were all eating fast food. If the Government really wants to curb obesity, it could start by limiting the number of fast food outlets available at train stations. It isn't a co-incidence, in my mind, that people get drunk, and want food. I'd drunk sufficient myself (though no rolling in the aisles here!) to consider whether I would be able to manage a pasty. And I didn't need one, because I'd just had a three course meal. So I wondered how many of the people reeling home had actually eaten that evening, and were topping up their calorie levels with Burger King products.
Monday, March 01, 2004
Oscars
At the risk of the ridicule of others, I thought that the Oscars got it pretty much right. I've been astounded by the vision of Lord of the Rings. There is a scope and range in the books which I did not think could be adequately translated to the big screen, and a scope to the story which I did not think could be condensed into a film which takes a fraction of the time it takes to read the books (even if you're a fast reader!).
And if anyone has gone and seen these films, and thought that either Peter Jackson did not deserve the Best Director Oscar, or the last film did not deserve the best film, you are, as Jonathan Woss said to Alastair McGowan, an idiot. Sorry and all that, but just go and watch it again, and then say it didn't deserve it.
Which is not to say that the other films are lacking. Well, I haven't seen most of them, but I'm sure that they're not. Simply that it's not all that often that someone makes films on the sheer scale of the Lord of the Rings, whether we're talking Return of the King or the entire trilogy. If it hadn't been for the trilogy, I would still have thought that Return of the King merited 11 Oscars.
So there you have it, for once I agree with Jonathan Ross... It may never happen again.
