Sushi cat

I'm addicted, it's really not even that good, but it's better than application forms. I like the music. sushi cat

HAHAHA

my two most favourite Malvern residents



I love this photo times a million

Drooooool

Apart from the horrid chvvy/rave boots D&Gs fall/winter collection is amazing. I want those ski suits so bad!

Just get through the goddamn day

So without ruining any storylines here is what I think about some things I have read/seen recently

Cats Cradle, Kurt Vonnegut.
Was brilliant, I was very doubtful that I would like it more than Slaughterhouse 5 but I think I did. I was well into all the bokononism and the short chapters.



A Single Man, Tom Ford.
Was beautiful, it's set over 24 hours of what could be the last day of Colin Firths life. In the opening scenes we learn that Firths lover died in an accident 8 months ago and Firth has decided to put his affairs in order and commit suicide. I interpreted the film as showing the audience that it's the little things in life that it make it worth living which Ford shows using subtle colour changes throughout. The whole film looks wonderful and a cried well loads (a lot due to the beautiful soundtrack) much to my embarrassment. I also really loved the soundtrack, it reminded me a lot of the Fountain but I can't decide if that was a good or bad thing.



Eden Lake, James Watkins.
Eden Lake also made me cry but for pretty different reasons. As a general rule British horror films are probably my favourite, but Japanese are a close second. Anyway, I liked the gritty British harshness of Eden Lake, it wasn't perfect and by the end I was felt there were one too many coincidences which took away from what was otherwise a very real feeling film. Actually I thought it felt quite similar to the Texas Chainsaw Massacre in terms of its tone. In a nutshell, it centres around a couple who go away for a romantic weekend but it's ruined by some chavs. To start with they're just typical chavs, playing loud music and being crude and annoying, but things escalate and get violent. Again, much to my embarrassment I ended up in tears. I definitely won't be antagonising any chavs any time soon, well not that I would anyway, but certainly certainly not now.



Revolutionary Road, Sam Mendes.
I loved it, really really good. It focuses on the marriage of Frank and April Wheeler and the reality of the emptiness of the 'American dream. It's pretty bleak but compelling and brilliantly acted throughout. Michael Shannon is one of my favourite actors and as usual he was perfectly cast as the mentally ill son of Frank and Aprils estate agent.



The last half hour of Push, lord knows who
I caught the last half hour of this dreadful looking film, but seeing as I haven't seen it all I can't judge it too harshly. It involved a bunch of Chinese men having some kind of screaming power that hurt everyones ears and Chris Evans dying and then not dying and having some kind of love interest with what was maybe a robot girl??? I didn't have a clue what was going on but it didn't look great. At least Chris Evans is still hot.

Pi(t)zza, Pearsons and a bottle of wine

is a winning combination. Perplexingly (why isn't Perplexingly a word!?) and annoyingly, the pizza came without any cheese which lead to an interesting metaphysical debate about the defining characteristics of a pizza. As is the case with most metaphysical debate, we failed to yield any conclusive results. If anyone knows of anyone, who can define the haecceity of a pizza, without getting too philosophically tangled in the four-worlds argument for the necessity of origin, or similar, Carly and I would be very much interested in your interpretation.

As there was no photographic evidence of the cheeseless pizza we ate tonight, I shall provide a photo of one of one of the best/biggest pizzas I ever ate instead.

Thank goodness

for Charlie Brooker, a voice of sanity in these mad times. I don't even like thinking about the whole John Terry saga because even the most sensible people I know seemed inexplicably to be in agreement the tabloids, chriiiist. Thank you Charlie, it's good to know I am not alone.

In the west, adultery isn't punished by stoning. Instead, the press will kick you until you beg for forgiveness

One day

I will die and there will be hundreds of books that I would love but never read. This makes me feel pretty sad. Recently I seem to have a lot of 'when I die I won't have done X' thoughts. I thought this was the sort of thing people who have mid life crisis' have, not 22 year old girls.
I thought a possible solution was to attempt to do all these X's I'd regret not doing if I die tomorrow. However, I think this is a) not physically possible for a lot of X's such as the afore mentioned books and b) not possible due to personality restraints.