Last night, with the delightful-provider-of-choccy uberredfraggle I risked School of Rock. This was, surprisingly quite amusing - of course many of the jokes were, being of a RAWK bent, completely over my head - but the other 4 people in the audience were very helpful in telling me when to laugh at Jack Black laughing at himself being laughed at by us.
It was either that or Dogville - which looked a little bit testing for after a day at work.
This evening I made an awful mistake - Attack of the Clones on Sky Movies. Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear. Still - if I wanted to be a videogame designer it would be helpful "Martial Arts Level", "Flight Level", "Platform Level", "RTS Level", "Maiming Level", "Singalonga Awful Love Lines Level" and so on.
I'm hoping to be rescued very shortly by Garth Marenghi, and for the moment have Jon Culshaw on ITV. Russell Crowe will never recover in my eyes. And Eddie Large as Clare Short - almost inspired.
Oh, and looking back at my LJ - a year ago it seems quondam was trying to kill me in a snowmobile. Seems like only yesterday.
Looking at the photos I'm including today - I wonder if I'm turning into a sociopath. Writing "kill... maim... destroy..." whenever one of your colleagues at a meeting speaks is probably not normal. Or maybe what is not normal is recording it for posterity.