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Saw Calendar Girls today on video. Wasn't bad- funny in places but hardly earth shatteringly fabulous.
Ned Kelly on the other hand, wasn't half bad. It was certainly better than the Mick Jagger version, but that goes without saying, I guess. Found the accents a bit dodgy at times, but as they're supposed to be Irish-Australian hybrids I guess it was meant to be like that. Was a bit dull, but it was worth seeing if only to see Orlando Bloom with dodgy facial hair seducing Rachel Griffiths while holding her husband's bank up on the day of a funeral. And without even needing to try. A very sad story too, I think. Mind you, I find any story where the English are beating down the Irish very sad, be it in Ireland Easter 1916 or the Australia of the 1870s. Call me picky, but a large chunk of me still blames the English for every problem every put upon the Irish people.
But I don't want to rant about that today. I would like to say that Shirley Bassey is without doubt, one of the most HORRENDOUS singers ever in the history of the world. Hopefully those of you in countries other than this septic isle don't even know who I'm talking about but for those of you who do, I'm sure you know exactly what I mean. I just saw Michael Grade put her into Room 101 (a tv show where celebs get to send things they hate to Room 101) and I just agreed to everything. The woman has never known the meaning of the word subtle, from her wardrobe (she's kept the international sequin industry afloat by herself for years) to her horrible style of delivering a song. And of course, she's Welsh ;).
I just had to get that out there. And also: Peter Andre was fucking annoying in 1996 and he's fucking annoying now. I'll give him fucking 'insania'. I hope he and Jordan will be very happy together- if there were ever two fame hungry media whores with no discernible talent, it's them.
Back to classes tomorrow. Woo. Hoo. Also, it's fucking freezing here, and despite having switched my heating on at like 3 this afternoon, the fucking storage heater thing still isn't giving out any heat at ten to eleven. Fuck it.
OH! I should post the prologue and first chapter of, drum roll please:
Inne Agus Inniu, the hotly (possibly) awaited and long overdue sequel to Harry Potter and the Daoimear de Dan TOMORROW!
Good call by the Grammy people for giving George Harrison the Best Pop Instrumental for Marwa Blues. It's a beautiful song and deserving of the award whether George is dead or alive.
Lastly: I love Dean Martin. I know this isn't new or news, but I just wanted to tell you.
Ned Kelly on the other hand, wasn't half bad. It was certainly better than the Mick Jagger version, but that goes without saying, I guess. Found the accents a bit dodgy at times, but as they're supposed to be Irish-Australian hybrids I guess it was meant to be like that. Was a bit dull, but it was worth seeing if only to see Orlando Bloom with dodgy facial hair seducing Rachel Griffiths while holding her husband's bank up on the day of a funeral. And without even needing to try. A very sad story too, I think. Mind you, I find any story where the English are beating down the Irish very sad, be it in Ireland Easter 1916 or the Australia of the 1870s. Call me picky, but a large chunk of me still blames the English for every problem every put upon the Irish people.
But I don't want to rant about that today. I would like to say that Shirley Bassey is without doubt, one of the most HORRENDOUS singers ever in the history of the world. Hopefully those of you in countries other than this septic isle don't even know who I'm talking about but for those of you who do, I'm sure you know exactly what I mean. I just saw Michael Grade put her into Room 101 (a tv show where celebs get to send things they hate to Room 101) and I just agreed to everything. The woman has never known the meaning of the word subtle, from her wardrobe (she's kept the international sequin industry afloat by herself for years) to her horrible style of delivering a song. And of course, she's Welsh ;).
I just had to get that out there. And also: Peter Andre was fucking annoying in 1996 and he's fucking annoying now. I'll give him fucking 'insania'. I hope he and Jordan will be very happy together- if there were ever two fame hungry media whores with no discernible talent, it's them.
Back to classes tomorrow. Woo. Hoo. Also, it's fucking freezing here, and despite having switched my heating on at like 3 this afternoon, the fucking storage heater thing still isn't giving out any heat at ten to eleven. Fuck it.
OH! I should post the prologue and first chapter of, drum roll please:
Inne Agus Inniu, the hotly (possibly) awaited and long overdue sequel to Harry Potter and the Daoimear de Dan TOMORROW!
Good call by the Grammy people for giving George Harrison the Best Pop Instrumental for Marwa Blues. It's a beautiful song and deserving of the award whether George is dead or alive.
Lastly: I love Dean Martin. I know this isn't new or news, but I just wanted to tell you.
