Well yet again it has been over a week since I last posted anything. My excuse....
Beltaine and my birthday, which just so happen to co-incide.
So the party started last Saturday with Jackie's birthday and has been going on ever since really. She got her own back on Tuesday with half a pint of vodka and a sambouka, so me, I don't remember getting home. I have vague memories of staggering up the hill under the bridge, but there all sense ends, I remember the bag being heavy and putting it down in the pub, but I didn't remember the mead and the chocolate gingers until the next day.... sighs.... memory is a funny thing, especially when one's alcohol stream has very little blood in it!
And now I'm sat waiting for it to start all over again. People coming round, beer in the fridge and food on the table, and Dr Who at 6.30...
Went to see Spidey 3 last night as my birthday film, why is it Sam Raime took the opportunity that George Lucas missed 6 times - May the fourth be with you!
It was absolutely worth the wait. If you haven't seen it yet GO!! At the end I was transported back to being a child wide eyed with wonder. FX amazing story fantastic, not one bad thing about it, and Bruce Campbell with the worse French accent since Inspector Cluessau or however you spell it.
And talking of Fantastic, FF2 the rise of the silver surfer is out soon and that looks amazing. Spidey and the FF have been my favorite superheros for 34 years now, along with Dr Strange, master of the mystic arts, and Thor, but only when he was the mild mannered lame - in the true sese of the word - Dr Don Blake. I believe they are going to make a Thor film, but I'm not holding my breath, especially after the Hulk movie when they employed a californian beach bum to play the role!!
I think I am regressing, superheroes and Steve Harley, just listened to Psychomodo. Death Trip is still one of my favorite songs ever, I may well have to top that with In every dream home a heartache - it'll give the neighbors a break from Linkin Park!! LOL Mind you I got an Ipod for my birthday and the peeps upstairs must think I've gone mad. I love singing along to music and normally I'm masked by the volume, but all they've had for a week is me warbling to from the inside at warp factor 10 with no backing track!! I think they might well prefer the music!!
Anyway I'd best get off now. Fully trailered here! Best get a beer and get in the party mood, I've just burnt the Piza!
