I saw Bronson last week. I look like Bronson, without the pee-pee, except my mo is white and I have long hair.
Did you see Watchmen - Billy Crudups little blue pee-pee, well Bronson has a little white one, it was in many many scenes. The actor was emoting with such earnest intensity and all I could do was look at the little limp pee-pee as it bounced around.
I guess Bronson was a movie stuck in the prologue, we left wondering when it would get started, or when Picard would ask for tea, Earl Grey,hot.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
The List
- See the Pyramids and climb inside one
- Climb to Macchu Pichu
- Go to Istanbul and have tea & haggle with a carpet seller
- Walk from Coast to Coast - St Bee’s to Robin Hood Bay (190 miles)
- Walk part of the Camino de Santiago
- Write a story & have it published
- Have a photo I took published in a book or magazine
- Learn to paint/draw
- Learn to play an instrument – piano/guitar/bass/violin (haven’t picked one yet)
- Spend a year working for a charity in a third world country
- Run a small pub that has live bands
- Cruise along the Nile
- Take a trip on the Orient Express
- Go for a balloon ride over Cappadocia
- Attend a dawn service at Gallipoli (I've been to Gallipoli and stood on the pebbly beach of Anzac Cove in the pouring rain, but I'd like to go back for a dawn service)
- Go to the South Pole
- Learn to pull a pint – properly
- Walk the streets of London
- Take the Trans-Siberian railway
- Brew a batch of Scotch that tastes good
- Elope
- Get lost in the British Museum
- Go on a dig
- Learn Spanish
- Go to Stonehenge
- Keep a close friendship for 20 years or longer
- Learn to belly dance
- Have my portrait painted
- Be the most important person in someone’s life, even if it’s for a short time
- Kiss the Blarney Stone
- Walk across the Giants Causeway
- See the sun rise from Mount Sinai
- Spend a winter in the Highlands of Scotland or on one of the Orkney Islands
- Go to Jerusalem
- Take singing lessons
- Learn to recite Yeats
- Visit the Andes
- See the Himalayas
- Go to Easter Island and see the statues (I've seen one in Chile but havent been to Eater Island yet)
- Fly over the Nasca Lines in a small plane pretending to be aliens
- Go on Safari
- Watched a meteor shower
- Learn to make my own ear rings
- Venture into the jungle to see Mayan and Aztec ruins in Mexico, Guatemala and Belize
- Go to Rome
- Spend some time in a concentration camp
- Milk a cow
- Ride a camel into a desert
- Make someones wedding cake
- See the Pope (JP II)
- Take a gondola ride in Venice
- Go to China & see the Statue Army and Great Wall
- Say ‘I love you’ and really mean it - unconditionally, with all my being
- Get a tattoo
- Followed my favorite band on tour
- Live on a canal boat for a month
- Fly over an active volcano
- Attend an Olympics
- Take a trip down the Amazon
- Make a short film (been the subject of one, but havent made one yet)
- Take a pilgrimage to Lourdes
- Get a masters degree before I’m thirty
- Visit the big galleries of the world – Musee du Lourve in Paris, The Prado in Madrid, Hermitage Museum in St Petersburg, Museum of Modern Art in New York, Uffizi Gallery in Florence, Egyptian Museum in Cairo, The Rijks Museum in Amsterdam, Musee d’Orsay in Paris, Tate Modern/Britain in London, The Kunsthistoisches Museum in Vienna, The Vatican Museums in Rome
- See an Ashes Test at Lords (been there, seen the urn, stood on the balcony, supped in the long room but not seen an Ashes test there yet)
- Pick up and move to another city knowing no one, just to start over
- Walk through the ruins of Pompeii
- Visited all 7 continents in the world (Australia, Africa, Europe, Asia, North America, South American, Antarctica)
- Swim in all 5 oceans of the world (Pacific, Atlantic, Indian, Southern, Arctic)
- See the Northern Lights (Aurora Borealis)
- Float in the Dead Sea
- Be invited to join a Board of Directors of a company
- Spend more than a week in Paris
- Visit Buckingham Palace & stand on the garden party lawn and have tea
- Make paper
- Walk on a beach watching the sun rise, having not been to bed yet.
- Catch a fish, cook it straight away and eat it
- Live in a quaint little village
- Own a bookstore and run it the way I imagined
- Own a house with an attic, a long kitchen, a library room and a magic walled garden
- Learn how to build my own webpage
- See a ghost
- Make a difference in someone’s life
- Be content within myself
- Walked in the rain
- Study at Oxford or Cambridge
- Visit Shakespeare’s birthplace
- Make someone cry of happiness
- See a play at The Globe (been there a few times but not seen a play yet)
- Raise a child
- See Petra
- Go to Glastonbury Music Festival
- Drive across America
- Have hair down to my bottom - once
- Do my family tree
- Own a new car
- Read the books of Charles Dickens from start to finish
- Travel around the Lakes District
- Watch my nephew play guitar on one of the big stages of the world
- Go to a Rugby Union World Cup final with the Wallabies
- Live with no regrets
That was fun, I struggled a little at the 80 mark and had to think a little harder about what I really wanted to do, but I'm pretty happy with the list.
I've marked the ones I've done in Purple
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Planning a list and giving a lecture
I’ve been thinking alot recently about all the things I’ve done and all the things I really want to do with what years I have left. There is no immediate mortality threat, theres been no incidents or recent deaths, I just dont want to have regrets.
So in my spare moments I’ve been working on a list of things made up of all the things I wanted to do or see or experience or be before I die.
I think its also linked to the reflection and redirection that I’ve been pondering a lot lately too, you know when you have a career and a certain kind of lifestyle and you get to a point where you start to think, I’ve done enough on that one now, I don’t think there really is more that I want to get out of it, its time to make some changes before I start to fall into the ’rut’ then ‘rot that I’m too scared to change’ way that engulfs so many of the miserable sods you see around you everyday – bugger off miserable sods I say.
Anyways back to the list, a list needs to be specific, I like lists, I always do lists. I think lists help you feel better, ie I think I’ve done nothing but have actually achieved stuff – “see crosses on my list”. The beauty of a good list is to make it achieveable and specific, airy fairy fluffy lists are silly, freak you out and send you to bed “too hard, I cant do it, give me a drink!!” Lists with things crossed off make you feel good.
I like to feel good.
Grocery shopping lists don’t count – anyone who can go grocery shopping without a list and doesn’t forget anything is a freak, or a liar.
I shall ponder my list further over the next few days. In work speak, I'm whiteboarding as we speak.
Whilst I’m pondering, consider this. I am terribly tough with myself and brutally honest, I don’t see the point in lying to myself or anybody else for that matter, that is me. I’m the same with the people around me; unfortunately there are some people that I come into contact with on occasion who cant seem to handle this. They are attracted to me by the bright lights and the excitement of my confidence and the inner strength (big ego here folks – yep, I know) but crumble at the first signs of honesty being directed back at them – lots of people are attracted to me but the weak ones, the needy ones, the insecure ones cant cope and don’t stay - it always ends in tears. I offer friendship easily but it becomes very clear very quickly that its more than likely going to end in tears. I like people too much, I enjoy people too much, I get so much enjoyment out of people that I just let the friendships form. I'm a hopeful, I'm always hopeful, and then they fall and the friendship breaks. And they disappoint me, they dont make me sad, they just disappoint me.
Yes I know please don’t start that argument, I don’t have the patience for dealing with those constant needy needy moments, the treat them softly softly or you’ll make the cry moments, the lie to then to keep them happy moments, but really, I don’t have to do I. (I originally put a question mark here but changed it to a full stop, its not a question for me, I just don’t have to).
I don’t see how lying to someone is ever going to help them help themselves to get themselves out of whatever pit they are in? Agree?
Pandering to their neediness, continuing to support their own lack of ability or true want, to sort themselves out for themselves - I cant do this to people, I respect people too much to do that to them. And seriously, the only person who can ever get themselves out of whatever pit they are in is themselves - we can lower down the rope, we can guide them to whats the best available option to get them out, we can encourage and listen to them, we can send down food and water, we can help pull them up at times but its them that has to climb the rope, not me, not their parents, not their friends, not the governments, not society, not god(s), no-one....they just have to do it for themselves. So when you read this, that would be YOU.
You.
No one else.
Just you.
Lecture over.
On a lighter note, I cried like a stupid baby last night when Iato Jones died in Captain Jack’s arms – I knew he would, I knew it was happening, I knew how it would happen, but I still cried like a soppy silly baby.
Confidence, inner strength, brutal honesty, massive ego AND emotionally sensitive – what a catch !!!
Listening – Deaths & Entrances - My Latest Novel.
Reading - Darkmans - Nicola Barker (dont say still, I know but its over 800 pages long and I’ve been trying to go slow on it as its so good and I don’t want to stop)
So in my spare moments I’ve been working on a list of things made up of all the things I wanted to do or see or experience or be before I die.
I think its also linked to the reflection and redirection that I’ve been pondering a lot lately too, you know when you have a career and a certain kind of lifestyle and you get to a point where you start to think, I’ve done enough on that one now, I don’t think there really is more that I want to get out of it, its time to make some changes before I start to fall into the ’rut’ then ‘rot that I’m too scared to change’ way that engulfs so many of the miserable sods you see around you everyday – bugger off miserable sods I say.
Anyways back to the list, a list needs to be specific, I like lists, I always do lists. I think lists help you feel better, ie I think I’ve done nothing but have actually achieved stuff – “see crosses on my list”. The beauty of a good list is to make it achieveable and specific, airy fairy fluffy lists are silly, freak you out and send you to bed “too hard, I cant do it, give me a drink!!” Lists with things crossed off make you feel good.
I like to feel good.
Grocery shopping lists don’t count – anyone who can go grocery shopping without a list and doesn’t forget anything is a freak, or a liar.
I shall ponder my list further over the next few days. In work speak, I'm whiteboarding as we speak.
Whilst I’m pondering, consider this. I am terribly tough with myself and brutally honest, I don’t see the point in lying to myself or anybody else for that matter, that is me. I’m the same with the people around me; unfortunately there are some people that I come into contact with on occasion who cant seem to handle this. They are attracted to me by the bright lights and the excitement of my confidence and the inner strength (big ego here folks – yep, I know) but crumble at the first signs of honesty being directed back at them – lots of people are attracted to me but the weak ones, the needy ones, the insecure ones cant cope and don’t stay - it always ends in tears. I offer friendship easily but it becomes very clear very quickly that its more than likely going to end in tears. I like people too much, I enjoy people too much, I get so much enjoyment out of people that I just let the friendships form. I'm a hopeful, I'm always hopeful, and then they fall and the friendship breaks. And they disappoint me, they dont make me sad, they just disappoint me.
Yes I know please don’t start that argument, I don’t have the patience for dealing with those constant needy needy moments, the treat them softly softly or you’ll make the cry moments, the lie to then to keep them happy moments, but really, I don’t have to do I. (I originally put a question mark here but changed it to a full stop, its not a question for me, I just don’t have to).
I don’t see how lying to someone is ever going to help them help themselves to get themselves out of whatever pit they are in? Agree?
Pandering to their neediness, continuing to support their own lack of ability or true want, to sort themselves out for themselves - I cant do this to people, I respect people too much to do that to them. And seriously, the only person who can ever get themselves out of whatever pit they are in is themselves - we can lower down the rope, we can guide them to whats the best available option to get them out, we can encourage and listen to them, we can send down food and water, we can help pull them up at times but its them that has to climb the rope, not me, not their parents, not their friends, not the governments, not society, not god(s), no-one....they just have to do it for themselves. So when you read this, that would be YOU.
You.
No one else.
Just you.
Lecture over.
On a lighter note, I cried like a stupid baby last night when Iato Jones died in Captain Jack’s arms – I knew he would, I knew it was happening, I knew how it would happen, but I still cried like a soppy silly baby.
Confidence, inner strength, brutal honesty, massive ego AND emotionally sensitive – what a catch !!!
Listening – Deaths & Entrances - My Latest Novel.
Reading - Darkmans - Nicola Barker (dont say still, I know but its over 800 pages long and I’ve been trying to go slow on it as its so good and I don’t want to stop)
Saturday, July 25, 2009
A Return Squig and The Doctor
Casa del Mar, Pantai Cenang, Langkawi, Malaysia.
I cant fault the service or the staff or the atmosphere or the location - we had a perfect little mid winter beach holiday. Tom Yum every lunch time and divinely fresh seafood every night.
The sun, the beach, the company and the break where marvellous.
I flew back into Sydney at 8.00am in the morning, that evening I went and saw Bell Shakespeare's production of Perciles & drumming - its comfort food isnt. Its a lukewarm year for Bell Shakespeare, but its better than 2008 which is not much of stretch thankyou Brendan Cowell and the worst Hamlet I've ever seen and there has been a few.
Two days later I was at The Metro with Dickie (that would be my dear brother-in-law Mattie as the fall back speaker sound guy). Gareth Liddiard and Dan from The Drones doing an acoustic set of harsh and raw loveliness in The Drone style - I'm watching with interest to see where Liddiards songwriting will take us, I'm always awed by the raw emotion of the man and his performances. Oh yep, Augie March played too, they were the headliner and we had some darling little old songs, but it looked and sounded like a finale. I've loved this band and the music they've made for over 10 years, the first time I ever saw them play was at this same venue in January 1999 on a stinking hot summers night supporting Grant Lee Buffalo, its strange to think that a keyboardist, some horns and ten years sees me seeing them again at the same place 10 years later, knowing its probably the last time Sydney will see them play - but they play and oh how do they play. It would be romantic to say it would be the last time I ever see them play too, 10 years later at the same venue I first ever saw them play at but thats a bit too perfect and my world isnt perfect. I'll be in Melbourne next month when they have another show so we're popping along to that too - seems fitting though, as Melbourne is where my relationship with them truly grew.
Two days later on Sunday, the newest member of the family had his little christening - my nephew was christened with my other nephew as his godfather, out in Camden, full on family affair, jumping castles and squabbles and family togetherness.
5 days at work and then its another weekend. This weekend is the first time in over 6 months I've decided to do nothing, see no one and go nowhere, nice but different. Friday night I went to the gym then home for some noodles and a couple of episodes of the Doctor, Doctor/Donna, Donna/Doctor. Today I pottered about and just watched Touch of Evil. Orson Welles, film noir, bubbles - heaven.
Orson Welles chews up the screen every time Quinlan and his bulk stormed through, Dennis Weaver, Marlene - oh Marlene ages with such grace, dignity and f*cking style - whorehouse madame and the pianola. Janet Leigh is outclassed, but Charlton Heston - as a MEXICAN, freak, why? Heston doesnt ring my bells, his acting is lame (I'd be more expressive but I've had a bottle and just couldnt be arsed), Judah Ben-Hur I can live with, Moses I've never seen, but in this his Vargas was so not Mexican, so not film noir detective and so not right I didnt like it, but Orson was there.
I could listen to Orson Welles speak for hours, he has one of those voices that wraps you up in the sounds of his being - we like this.
So thats my last 10 days in blurt and a spurt.
Listening - The Men They Couldnt Hang - Devil On The Wind.
Reading - Darkmans - Nicola Barker
I cant fault the service or the staff or the atmosphere or the location - we had a perfect little mid winter beach holiday. Tom Yum every lunch time and divinely fresh seafood every night.
The sun, the beach, the company and the break where marvellous.
I flew back into Sydney at 8.00am in the morning, that evening I went and saw Bell Shakespeare's production of Perciles & drumming - its comfort food isnt. Its a lukewarm year for Bell Shakespeare, but its better than 2008 which is not much of stretch thankyou Brendan Cowell and the worst Hamlet I've ever seen and there has been a few.
Two days later I was at The Metro with Dickie (that would be my dear brother-in-law Mattie as the fall back speaker sound guy). Gareth Liddiard and Dan from The Drones doing an acoustic set of harsh and raw loveliness in The Drone style - I'm watching with interest to see where Liddiards songwriting will take us, I'm always awed by the raw emotion of the man and his performances. Oh yep, Augie March played too, they were the headliner and we had some darling little old songs, but it looked and sounded like a finale. I've loved this band and the music they've made for over 10 years, the first time I ever saw them play was at this same venue in January 1999 on a stinking hot summers night supporting Grant Lee Buffalo, its strange to think that a keyboardist, some horns and ten years sees me seeing them again at the same place 10 years later, knowing its probably the last time Sydney will see them play - but they play and oh how do they play. It would be romantic to say it would be the last time I ever see them play too, 10 years later at the same venue I first ever saw them play at but thats a bit too perfect and my world isnt perfect. I'll be in Melbourne next month when they have another show so we're popping along to that too - seems fitting though, as Melbourne is where my relationship with them truly grew.
Two days later on Sunday, the newest member of the family had his little christening - my nephew was christened with my other nephew as his godfather, out in Camden, full on family affair, jumping castles and squabbles and family togetherness.
5 days at work and then its another weekend. This weekend is the first time in over 6 months I've decided to do nothing, see no one and go nowhere, nice but different. Friday night I went to the gym then home for some noodles and a couple of episodes of the Doctor, Doctor/Donna, Donna/Doctor. Today I pottered about and just watched Touch of Evil. Orson Welles, film noir, bubbles - heaven.
Orson Welles chews up the screen every time Quinlan and his bulk stormed through, Dennis Weaver, Marlene - oh Marlene ages with such grace, dignity and f*cking style - whorehouse madame and the pianola. Janet Leigh is outclassed, but Charlton Heston - as a MEXICAN, freak, why? Heston doesnt ring my bells, his acting is lame (I'd be more expressive but I've had a bottle and just couldnt be arsed), Judah Ben-Hur I can live with, Moses I've never seen, but in this his Vargas was so not Mexican, so not film noir detective and so not right I didnt like it, but Orson was there.
I could listen to Orson Welles speak for hours, he has one of those voices that wraps you up in the sounds of his being - we like this.
So thats my last 10 days in blurt and a spurt.
Listening - The Men They Couldnt Hang - Devil On The Wind.
Reading - Darkmans - Nicola Barker
Friday, July 3, 2009
Its Winter
Its winter here in Sydney, so I've decided I need some sun so Sunday I fly out to here.
I will be staying here.
In a room like this.
Jealous?
Dont be.
See you when I get back.
xxoxox
I will be staying here.
In a room like this.
Jealous?
Dont be.
See you when I get back.
xxoxox
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Where the Title Came From
I spend alot of time watching people go about the business of living, people fascinate me, enthrall me and often make me proud, so I called this Watching from the Hill.
I stole the lines, I write as Ned; the lines are used out of context but they fitted.
Please go and visit the story to learn the context.
This song has always been pretty special to me, its beautiful and harsh and tells a story of a mans fight for freedom, Cromwell v the Catholics.
Freedom means everything.
This speech has always summed it up so beautifully.
No dictator, no invader, can hold an imprisoned population by the force of arms forever. There is no greater power in the universe than the need for freedom. Against that power governments, and tyrants, and armies can not stand. The Centauri learned this lesson once. We will teach it to them again. Though it take a thousand years, we will be free.
J. Michael Straczynski
I stole the lines, I write as Ned; the lines are used out of context but they fitted.
Please go and visit the story to learn the context.
This song has always been pretty special to me, its beautiful and harsh and tells a story of a mans fight for freedom, Cromwell v the Catholics.
Freedom means everything.
This speech has always summed it up so beautifully.
No dictator, no invader, can hold an imprisoned population by the force of arms forever. There is no greater power in the universe than the need for freedom. Against that power governments, and tyrants, and armies can not stand. The Centauri learned this lesson once. We will teach it to them again. Though it take a thousand years, we will be free.
J. Michael Straczynski
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Colds and Films and Things
Sunday was the last day of the Sydney Film Festival and I finished with About Elly. I have been unashamedly disappointed with the content of this year’s festival, I was hard-pressed to fill my 10 ticket flexiplass, and still ended up with more duds then I was hoping for.
John Hurt introducing 44 Inch Chest on Saturday was a pleasant surprise, though he didn’t do a Q&A afterwards which was a shame. Rowan Woods did stick around after his film Winged Creatures, and I really don’t know what was more boring, watching this sadly underwhelming film or listening to one of the dullest men in Australian film speak ?
Whilst I was lining up for 44 Inch Chest, there was a middle aged couple behind me in the queue, I had Summerteeth blaring though the headphones as I’m not good in queues or crowds, but even with Jeff Tweedy drowning my ears with sound, I could hear this really strange loud sucking lip smack noise, I turned around and saw it was this couple – in their 40s, going at it with the loudest sucky slurping noises in a crowded queue (you can kiss someone without making that noise, I tested it when I got home, really you can). I mean it was so crowded in the queue that if I stuck out my tongue I would of licked the back of her bottle blonde hair. I turned up the music louder and stood there staring at them making fools of themselves ???? Saturday night movie crowds are not the classiest - middle aged couple PDAs are inappropriate where there is space to run away from them, when you are all jammed together middle aged PDAs are just plain DISGUSTING, mind, any aged PDAs in confined spaces are disgusting – have some class people, please . She even kissed him on the nose, I was staring with my mouth open, he was slurping her face, but watching me over her shoulder – creepy guy, sad desperate woman, I felt ashamed for them, pity for them and very embarrassed (the boy thinks they were probably just wakers, end of - he has a way with words). Once my shock had lightened, I got my phone out to take a photo of them so I could post it here, but they stopped, then the doors opened, I was disappointed. A photo of a couple of 40somethings dressed liked 20somthings standing in a queue just wouldn’t of had the same impact.
I slept threw a collection of shorts earlier that day too.
Here are the other films I’ve seen, and a few notes.
Treeless Mountain – see earlier post about this delightful little treat.
Altiplano – yawnfest in the Peruvian Andes that was too arty farty for its own good. Great female leads though but with that material it was hard work.
Cleo at 5 and 7 – a delightful re-print of an Agnès Varda 1960s classic with just the right amount of darkness.
Wanda – another vintage one, the print was really grainy and I struggled with it a little
Native Dancer – a real pleasant surprise, Russian gangs v a real life shaman in the steppes of Kazakhstan.
The Missing Person – modern day Film Noir, not quite reaching where it wanted to go, but not a bad effort.
DOQ was my pick of the venues too.
I hope there is a new festival director next year.
Anyways, I have a cold.
Not the flu, not the swine flu, nope, just a plain ordinary cold – running nose, stuffed head, a little sore throat and just generally feeling blah from my neck up.
We have a global pandemic, with my country having the second largest number of confirmed cases outside of Mexico, and all I get is a common cold.
I spent the day at home yesterday on the lounge rugged up in front of the heater watching Doctor Who episodes with the 9th Doctor, and probably my favourite. More tonight I think, after my pedicure, as Captain Jack has just joined the fray and there’s always a jolly old romp when Captain Jack is in town – and I’m feeling too miserable to do anything else.
It rained all day Sunday, I did my grocery shopping early Sunday afternoon and as I’m sensible and prepared, I had my umbrella with me - someone stole my umbrella from my trolley when I was in the fruit & vege section of Woollies – some people are just mean.
So there you have it – I saw some films, I got a cold and I had something pinched.
John Hurt introducing 44 Inch Chest on Saturday was a pleasant surprise, though he didn’t do a Q&A afterwards which was a shame. Rowan Woods did stick around after his film Winged Creatures, and I really don’t know what was more boring, watching this sadly underwhelming film or listening to one of the dullest men in Australian film speak ?
Whilst I was lining up for 44 Inch Chest, there was a middle aged couple behind me in the queue, I had Summerteeth blaring though the headphones as I’m not good in queues or crowds, but even with Jeff Tweedy drowning my ears with sound, I could hear this really strange loud sucking lip smack noise, I turned around and saw it was this couple – in their 40s, going at it with the loudest sucky slurping noises in a crowded queue (you can kiss someone without making that noise, I tested it when I got home, really you can). I mean it was so crowded in the queue that if I stuck out my tongue I would of licked the back of her bottle blonde hair. I turned up the music louder and stood there staring at them making fools of themselves ???? Saturday night movie crowds are not the classiest - middle aged couple PDAs are inappropriate where there is space to run away from them, when you are all jammed together middle aged PDAs are just plain DISGUSTING, mind, any aged PDAs in confined spaces are disgusting – have some class people, please . She even kissed him on the nose, I was staring with my mouth open, he was slurping her face, but watching me over her shoulder – creepy guy, sad desperate woman, I felt ashamed for them, pity for them and very embarrassed (the boy thinks they were probably just wakers, end of - he has a way with words). Once my shock had lightened, I got my phone out to take a photo of them so I could post it here, but they stopped, then the doors opened, I was disappointed. A photo of a couple of 40somethings dressed liked 20somthings standing in a queue just wouldn’t of had the same impact.
I slept threw a collection of shorts earlier that day too.
Here are the other films I’ve seen, and a few notes.
Treeless Mountain – see earlier post about this delightful little treat.
Altiplano – yawnfest in the Peruvian Andes that was too arty farty for its own good. Great female leads though but with that material it was hard work.
Cleo at 5 and 7 – a delightful re-print of an Agnès Varda 1960s classic with just the right amount of darkness.
Wanda – another vintage one, the print was really grainy and I struggled with it a little
Native Dancer – a real pleasant surprise, Russian gangs v a real life shaman in the steppes of Kazakhstan.
The Missing Person – modern day Film Noir, not quite reaching where it wanted to go, but not a bad effort.
DOQ was my pick of the venues too.
I hope there is a new festival director next year.
Anyways, I have a cold.
Not the flu, not the swine flu, nope, just a plain ordinary cold – running nose, stuffed head, a little sore throat and just generally feeling blah from my neck up.
We have a global pandemic, with my country having the second largest number of confirmed cases outside of Mexico, and all I get is a common cold.
I spent the day at home yesterday on the lounge rugged up in front of the heater watching Doctor Who episodes with the 9th Doctor, and probably my favourite. More tonight I think, after my pedicure, as Captain Jack has just joined the fray and there’s always a jolly old romp when Captain Jack is in town – and I’m feeling too miserable to do anything else.
It rained all day Sunday, I did my grocery shopping early Sunday afternoon and as I’m sensible and prepared, I had my umbrella with me - someone stole my umbrella from my trolley when I was in the fruit & vege section of Woollies – some people are just mean.
So there you have it – I saw some films, I got a cold and I had something pinched.
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