Some stuff. Because I can.

Point the first: Saw a one-man band in Sunderland City Centre this afternoon. I haven't seen a one-man band in years and years. I dunno how good he was cos the wind was howing (nearly got whipped off the bridge on the way from Blockbuster) so I was rushing to Tesco, but the sight of such a thing warmed my stone-cold heart for at least a few minutes.

Point the first, part b: Actually don't feel so bad about the winds earlier now that I've read on BBC News that three people have actually been killed by the gales. Feel mucho lucky.

Point the second: Got Love Actually out on video. Was only OK, Actually. The sight of one of my least favourite Englishmen twatting about in a 10 Downing Street set to 'Jump (For My Love)' will remain a fuzzy memory in my mind for some time however, especially as it was the Pointer Sisters and not the shitey cover by Girls Aloud. I never want to see Liam Neeson cry again, cos it will set me off too.

Point the third: Also saw Goldeneye for the first time today. This is kinda weird, considering it came out in 1995 and I've seen every other Bond film- put it down to a childhood spent with a little brother who worshipped the very ground Bond blew up. Anyway, after The World Is Not Enough was on the other week, I realised I'd never actually seen Goldeneye I was in Blockbuster earlier and thought 'why the hell not, there's nothing good come out in the last week' and got it out. It was, as I suspected, only OK. I am far too used to Famke Janssen as the dowdy I've-got-a-crush-on-a-student-which-is-wrong-even-if-it-is-Josh-Hartnett teacher in The Faculty and as less dowdy Jean I've-got-a-crush-on-Hugh-Jackman-which-is-wrong-because-I'm-with-James-Marsden Grey in X-Men. So suffice to say her turn as a seriously disturbed Russian fighter pilot didn't really work on me.

And also, Sean Bean was in it. Now it may be that I just don't like him. It may be a childhood occasionally spent having to sit through interminable episodes of Sharpe because my dad liked the books. It may simply be that he's a tosser. It may simply be an irrational dislike of a bloke from Sheffield, but I can't fucking STAND Sean Bean. Even after he was redeemed in LotR I was still 'Yeah! He's dead! Sean's dead! We can get on with the good stuff now!' This is worrying to me, not least because he's playing bloody Odysseus in the upcoming movie Troy. At first I suspected that it might be a big cosmic joke by God and the universe against me, but I figured that maybe that was my inner drama queen talking. Hopefully the movie will concentrate on Achilles Vs. Hector, Achilles Vs. Paris and Sparta Vs. Troy rather than anything to do with Odysseus. Which it should, considering that (as far as I know), the Trojan war stuff is from The Iliad and Odysseus' story is in The Odyssey. They're two different books, right?

Point the fourth: My mum and dad arrive tomorrow. I tidied up, went to get the vacuum cleaner... and it spat stuff out onto my carpet. Thanks very fucking much, I appreciate it. I wouldn't have minded so much that it didn't clean my carpet, but to make it worse? COME ON, work with me here!

Point the fifth: I really want to go out dancing. I just... really wanna.

Some stuff. Because I can.

Point the first: Saw a one-man band in Sunderland City Centre this afternoon. I haven't seen a one-man band in years and years. I dunno how good he was cos the wind was howing (nearly got whipped off the bridge on the way from Blockbuster) so I was rushing to Tesco, but the sight of such a thing warmed my stone-cold heart for at least a few minutes.

Point the first, part b: Actually don't feel so bad about the winds earlier now that I've read on BBC News that three people have actually been killed by the gales. Feel mucho lucky.

Point the second: Got Love Actually out on video. Was only OK, Actually. The sight of one of my least favourite Englishmen twatting about in a 10 Downing Street set to 'Jump (For My Love)' will remain a fuzzy memory in my mind for some time however, especially as it was the Pointer Sisters and not the shitey cover by Girls Aloud. I never want to see Liam Neeson cry again, cos it will set me off too.

Point the third: Also saw Goldeneye for the first time today. This is kinda weird, considering it came out in 1995 and I've seen every other Bond film- put it down to a childhood spent with a little brother who worshipped the very ground Bond blew up. Anyway, after The World Is Not Enough was on the other week, I realised I'd never actually seen Goldeneye I was in Blockbuster earlier and thought 'why the hell not, there's nothing good come out in the last week' and got it out. It was, as I suspected, only OK. I am far too used to Famke Janssen as the dowdy I've-got-a-crush-on-a-student-which-is-wrong-even-if-it-is-Josh-Hartnett teacher in The Faculty and as less dowdy Jean I've-got-a-crush-on-Hugh-Jackman-which-is-wrong-because-I'm-with-James-Marsden Grey in X-Men. So suffice to say her turn as a seriously disturbed Russian fighter pilot didn't really work on me.

And also, Sean Bean was in it. Now it may be that I just don't like him. It may be a childhood occasionally spent having to sit through interminable episodes of Sharpe because my dad liked the books. It may simply be that he's a tosser. It may simply be an irrational dislike of a bloke from Sheffield, but I can't fucking STAND Sean Bean. Even after he was redeemed in LotR I was still 'Yeah! He's dead! Sean's dead! We can get on with the good stuff now!' This is worrying to me, not least because he's playing bloody Odysseus in the upcoming movie Troy. At first I suspected that it might be a big cosmic joke by God and the universe against me, but I figured that maybe that was my inner drama queen talking. Hopefully the movie will concentrate on Achilles Vs. Hector, Achilles Vs. Paris and Sparta Vs. Troy rather than anything to do with Odysseus. Which it should, considering that (as far as I know), the Trojan war stuff is from The Iliad and Odysseus' story is in The Odyssey. They're two different books, right?

Point the fourth: My mum and dad arrive tomorrow. I tidied up, went to get the vacuum cleaner... and it spat stuff out onto my carpet. Thanks very fucking much, I appreciate it. I wouldn't have minded so much that it didn't clean my carpet, but to make it worse? COME ON, work with me here!

Point the fifth: I really want to go out dancing. I just... really wanna.