Summer 1

Since July I haven't been able to upload pictures from my phone to my PC. My PC is now lying dead on my floor but I have managed to upload my pictures to my laptop. This means that I have a backlog of interesting things to share/pollute the ether with (depending on your point of view).

Over the last few months I have see three films at the cinema. I saw 'In Bruges' which I loved so much that I went to Bruges last week. I can confirm that it is in Belgium. I also saw 'Get Smart' at the weekend with my boy. It clearly appeals to the teenage sense of humour. This is why I laughed a lot I think. The other film I saw was 'Sex and the City'.

You have to understand that I only went because my girl wanted to see it. I know it's a bit late for a film review but I still have residual angst that I need to get off my chest. The summer has been a good one but if there is a stain on it it's in the shape of the vacuous, pointless drivel that sold out all over the country. I have only ever walked out of the cinema for one film which was the utterly abysmal Fatal Attraction- Glenn Bloke was irritating me so much that it was either that or a frenzied assault on the screen with my own big knife. Sex and the City was about 500 times worse. Maybe I didn't get the subtlety but as far as I could make out it was an interminable catwalk salted and peppered with flimsy stereotypes of homosexuals and 40 somethings with too much money and too few brain cells. I had zero sympathy for any of the protagonists: when the main character's husband jilted her at the alter I had my only moment of enjoyment :" Yes," I thought (or maybe even said aloud) "That's about what you deserve."

At the end I asked my girl if she'd enjoyed it in the hope that my suffering would be ameliorated by her enjoyment. 'It was OK, I guess,' she said.

In Bruges

Just this second got in from a one night only showing of 'In Bruges' at Hebden Bridge's quirky old local cinema. Everything about the experience was mind blowing. No big buckets of pop corn; instead you can take a mug of fair trade cocoa in. I know it sounds a bit fluffy and middle class but it beats the hell out of having to tolerate crunching, rustling, muttering, whispering youth.

That top film has just bumped whatever was top of my all time top ten off the top of the list. (Not often I get to use the word 'top' 4 times in one sentence)It's impossible to describe without making it sound pretty crap so I won't bother but, to paraphrase Shrek, it's layered like an onion and a sodding big one at that. The trailer gives a tiny flavour but don't watch it if you haven't seen it and you're the kind of person who doesn't read the blurb on books because you spend the first 150 pages waiting for the bit alluded to.