Films Beginning With R...

Yesterday did not start well.
My solution to this was to retreat to the cinema. Which I did.

First up was Rendition. Do not go and watch this film if you are squeamish or want to join the CIA. But its one of a little glut that are out to say something artistic about the craziness that is post 911 security policy. Watch this space for reviews of more of the same!

In order to lighten it up I went straight into Ratatouille. Not as laugh out loud funny as other Pixar adventures but clever and well animated and left me wanting to eat really nice food!

And by then I was a picture of serenity and calm, and went to the pub!

Comments

rach said…

see, Ratatouille didn't leave me wanting to eat nice food. It did make me want to get more rats though...

11:48 pm

Anonymous said…

Which pub???

8:01 pm

Jude said…

that one on St Mark's Road... name fails me every time!

8:52 pm

Who will rid me of this meddlesome...

... piano? It occurred to me yesterday as i nursed ANOTHER bruise on my arm.. that I have had a piano sat in my hallway for 2 months! It seemed like such a good idea at the time but apparently is not... its stuck there and everytime I walk down my hall I have to squeeze past the darn thing- often not successfully! A number of options lie before me: -chop the thing into several hundred pieces -find lots of people who want to move it.. to where I'm not sure -sell it -give it away -pray it away It goes next weekend.. even if it kills me... which it might.. hummm

Remembering What I Enjoy..

Occasionally I forget things. Some stuff like birthdays, names and stuff is a normal human thing, and I don't sweat it so much. But I also forget some other stuff which is not so good. I forget what I enjoy. I don't know how it happens but it does from time to time. And its at these moments that I need a bit of help remembering. So- this is a request for help. What do I enjoy doing? What gives me joy? Leave me a comment.

A Broadside: plot spoiler for Tory sympathisers

Today some alarming social equality data was released. It said what we all know: if you are poor, you have less opportunities in life. For every £100 a month less income than the median you start school one month behind developmentally. Your vocabulary aged 5 is half what it is for a rich kid if you are in the bottom ten percent of income. Housing tenure stats are even worse. "Only 4 per cent of those of working age living in social housing have degrees, and nearly half have no or only low qualifications. Only half of men and 42 per cent of women of working age living in social housing are in paid work, compared with 89 per cent of men and 81 per cent of women in households with a mortgage." Social housing: by its nature, is grouped (london people ignore this, you are the freaks not the norm). That means that we have allowed ghettoes of poverty and low attainment (not just in a SATS way either). Now it would be easy, and some daft Tory has already done it, to pin this on

Jude Smith

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