I’d like to thank the Academy…
We caught the oscars last night, or should I say the ‘highlights’. I’ll summarise it for you in the following points.
- Hugh Jackman not only looks good enough to gobble up, but he can sing.
- I love Anne Hathaway even more now. She smiled, she stood, she appaulded and she cried at just the right moments.
- Kate managed to not make an eejit of herself.
- Sean Penn’s speech was amazing.
- Slumdog won every other oscar including the yet to be set up one called The Best use of a British teabag in a former colony award.
Seriously, its a good film. Not an amazing film, not fantastic. Good. Lets stop the fawning because it makes us feel good. Okay so I’m bitter.
I spent the best part of 2 hours and 40 minutes on Sunday growing old watching Brad Pitt get younger and Julie Ormond be underused. The curious case of how did they turn a 16 page short story into that mammoth movie.
The hormones are in control of my body again. Damn little feckers. Mammy2 arrived home to find me ripping apart the place looking for
1) The battery recharger
2) The instrucition booklet for the dvd recorder.
The scart leads are causing me no end of grief. I went training to take my annoyence out on them. I’m not sure what vibe I gave up but when it came to the sensei asking everyone to grab a partner, everyone partnered off as if they had rehearsed it and I was left with a punch bag. Which suited me.
I walloped the crap out of that for the best part of 40 minutes which did alleviated the stress somewhat. I guess the hormones are trying in their own ’subtle’ way to let me know this time wasn’t a success. I could do without the subtly. I do subtly like a sledgehammer to the face. Hence I don’t understand their issues.
Good news though, the sister is home in a few days. AND I managed to get my music set up in work, which means I can retire to the happy place where music makes everything better.
For the safety of my work colleagues, its tea and chocolate time time.
