So thursday was supposed to be my day off working on the kitchen (imagine me holding out my hand with a claw-like grip of malice and saying it in a Shatnerian exaggerated voice whenever I type that word) so that I could kick back, go see a kick-arse new film and hang out with a bunch of my friends for the day. So as I'm preparing to leave my dad says 'so when are you doing the grouting today?'. Sigh. Okay, it's not that bad, it only took about an hour and a bit, but I was kinda hoping not to have to do that on thursday. So much grouting, painting and wrecking things.
It seems like my entire life has been taken over by the birthing of this massive project in my flat. Ach, I'm probably just over complaining. It'll be over on tuesday night, when Dad goes home and I get to slob around in my underwear for a few nights before my brother arrives. But then that's what I'm doing right now and my Dad is actually in the room. He's been to see my uncle Bob and his... let's go with 'eccentric' wife, Margarite. (If that's how you spell it, when I was a young one she was called Maggie, but apparantly that's not an option anymore.)
It's taken me about three days to write this blog entry and I'm not entirely sure why. I guess that this kitchen has taken a lot of energy out of me. I haven't done any solid writing for about four or five days now, will have to catch up when he's gone.
In other news my new roleplay group will be forming for the first time on wednesday, whether they're ready for it or not! A new game of Hunter that can overlap with the Hunter game I run in Newbury (or should I say used to run in Newbury, when I lived there).
Hot damn, I should probably have other stuff to write about but I honestly can't think of anything at the moment, other than the kitchen. I swear I dream of that thing. And sport. Sport is on the television A LOT these days, but still holds little interest.
Sod it.
4.3.2.1
So this was a film that I was at first dissmissive of, then a raging interest took hold of me when I discovered that Michelle Ryan was in it, along with a host of British talent of the established and up and coming varieties. Now for those of you who are unaware of my feelings towards Miss Ryan, they go something like this (mother, look away now):
WANT.
AHEM.
Now this is the brainchild of Noel Clarke, a man who is best known for being in Doctor Who, despite that he wants us to know about his gritty independant films, Kidulthood and Adulthood. Haven't watched them yet but they're on my list. Still, he's a young, dynamic actor, writer and director and most importantly... he's British. Oh yeah, feel that national pride.
Now this film has many different angles all going for it. It's something of a heist movie, blended with the social realist drama of four teenage girls trying to get through a particularly rough weekend and combined with a frank look at British youth culture.
Needless to say, the various elements are jarred and discordant, but that's pretty much how the movie was intended to play out. It's crazy, it's hectic, it's messed up, it's got the most graphic lesbian sex scene outside of actual porn and it's really cutting.
Basically, this is Noel Clarke's take on Snatch from the perspective of four teenage girls. That's the best way to describe this movie and if that at all appeals to you then you should sodding go for it because this movie will not disappoint you. It's lary, it's rude, it's a bit violent and it's BLOODY GOOD FUN. If you like that sort of thing. Which I do.
Next one: Wild Target.
(It really did take me about four days to write this sodding entry, it was supposed to be up on the 8th. Damn this kitchen!!)
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