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Right. After seeing A View To A Kill (a nadir of movie making, let alone a nadir of Bond movies), The Living Daylights and Licence To Kill this afternoon, I can now make an informed decision about James Bond.

Pierce Brosnan is the best. I already knew this- I think most people will always like 'their' Bond, ie the Bond of their generation. Unless you're really unlucky and your Bond was Eyebrow Man.
Timothy Dalton is my personal second best. Although I got the feeling that he felt it was a little beneath him sometimes, I thought he was excellent.
Sean Connery is the third best. I don't agree with the dudes who say he's the Very Best just because he was first. I think he's let down by the technology available to him at the time and the fact that parts of his films (fight choreography mostly) have dated quite a bit.
George Lazenby is fourth best. I know most people think he was shite, and he kinda was, but his one JB movie still has one of the best endings. I don't think he was handsome enough, charismatic enough or talented enough for the job, but he's still better than...
Roger Moore. Seriously, the man was shite in each and every one of his movies. I can't find it in my heart to hate his Bond movies because they were a staple of my childhood holiday television. I remembered more things, especially set pieces, from his movies than any of the others (although I still had a vivid memory of the shark and eel bits from the start of License To Kill) because they're the ones I saw when I was younger and Bond was on telly. Still, he's bad, the movies are bad and I think in the last couple he was far, far too old to play Bond. The 'Blofeld' pre-credits bit at the start of For Your Eyes Only was cheap, nasty and left a nasty taste in the mouth, frankly.

That said, I want to be an arse-kicking all-action Bond Girl when I grow up.

Actually, fuck it, I just wanna be James Bond.

Also in Clare News: My ukelele arrived today. Took ages to get it even nearly tuned. Will have to work on that some more.
The Adventures of Robin Hood, starring my darling Flynn has been released on Special Edition 2disc DVD. Had I not purchased a ukelele and a (fake) Tiffany bracelet on eBay, I woulda bought it in HMV earlier. I'll get it another time. Just in time- my VHS version really is worn out.
Back to class tomorrow. Can't describe how non-enthused I am about it.

ETA: If any of you were thinking you might like to get me a present but weren't sure what to get: Check this out, man

Important Information

Right. After seeing A View To A Kill (a nadir of movie making, let alone a nadir of Bond movies), The Living Daylights and Licence To Kill this afternoon, I can now make an informed decision about James Bond.

Pierce Brosnan is the best. I already knew this- I think most people will always like 'their' Bond, ie the Bond of their generation. Unless you're really unlucky and your Bond was Eyebrow Man.
Timothy Dalton is my personal second best. Although I got the feeling that he felt it was a little beneath him sometimes, I thought he was excellent.
Sean Connery is the third best. I don't agree with the dudes who say he's the Very Best just because he was first. I think he's let down by the technology available to him at the time and the fact that parts of his films (fight choreography mostly) have dated quite a bit.
George Lazenby is fourth best. I know most people think he was shite, and he kinda was, but his one JB movie still has one of the best endings. I don't think he was handsome enough, charismatic enough or talented enough for the job, but he's still better than...
Roger Moore. Seriously, the man was shite in each and every one of his movies. I can't find it in my heart to hate his Bond movies because they were a staple of my childhood holiday television. I remembered more things, especially set pieces, from his movies than any of the others (although I still had a vivid memory of the shark and eel bits from the start of License To Kill) because they're the ones I saw when I was younger and Bond was on telly. Still, he's bad, the movies are bad and I think in the last couple he was far, far too old to play Bond. The 'Blofeld' pre-credits bit at the start of For Your Eyes Only was cheap, nasty and left a nasty taste in the mouth, frankly.

That said, I want to be an arse-kicking all-action Bond Girl when I grow up.

Actually, fuck it, I just wanna be James Bond.

Also in Clare News: My ukelele arrived today. Took ages to get it even nearly tuned. Will have to work on that some more.
The Adventures of Robin Hood, starring my darling Flynn has been released on Special Edition 2disc DVD. Had I not purchased a ukelele and a (fake) Tiffany bracelet on eBay, I woulda bought it in HMV earlier. I'll get it another time. Just in time- my VHS version really is worn out.
Back to class tomorrow. Can't describe how non-enthused I am about it.

ETA: If any of you were thinking you might like to get me a present but weren't sure what to get: Check this out, man

BLOODY FUCKING BOLLOCKING SODDING NAFFING BUGGERING HELL

My life is unfair.

I went to bed at 1.30am, which is exceedingly good for me, especially when one considers that classes resume for me tomorrow/today at 10am. I was doing so well, I was teetering on the brink of the sleep abyss... when a car backfired/something exploded/the world ended. Not once, but twice. To the point that, if I hadn't been totally on the brink of the sleep abyss I would've leapt out of bed, flung back my curtains and pulled the blind to see what happened.

Instead, I remained in bed and resumed my place on the brink of the sleep abyss. About a minute later, pain shot through my abdomen to the point that it woke me up totally. So, in order to counteract it, I took something. Something which contains caffeine. Washed down, as it always is with me, by something else which contains caffeine. That was 2.20. It's two hours later and I've seen all of Tuck Everlasting, which I rented on Saturday with my Bond movies.

It's quite a good film, although I don't like the way it ends. I like it, I really do, and that surprises me.

But I still have to be up in less than five hours to head off to classes for which I have done literally no work. If someone has a harpoon/pitchfork/toothpick handy, do me now.

BLOODY FUCKING BOLLOCKING SODDING NAFFING BUGGERING HELL

My life is unfair.

I went to bed at 1.30am, which is exceedingly good for me, especially when one considers that classes resume for me tomorrow/today at 10am. I was doing so well, I was teetering on the brink of the sleep abyss... when a car backfired/something exploded/the world ended. Not once, but twice. To the point that, if I hadn't been totally on the brink of the sleep abyss I would've leapt out of bed, flung back my curtains and pulled the blind to see what happened.

Instead, I remained in bed and resumed my place on the brink of the sleep abyss. About a minute later, pain shot through my abdomen to the point that it woke me up totally. So, in order to counteract it, I took something. Something which contains caffeine. Washed down, as it always is with me, by something else which contains caffeine. That was 2.20. It's two hours later and I've seen all of Tuck Everlasting, which I rented on Saturday with my Bond movies.

It's quite a good film, although I don't like the way it ends. I like it, I really do, and that surprises me.

But I still have to be up in less than five hours to head off to classes for which I have done literally no work. If someone has a harpoon/pitchfork/toothpick handy, do me now.