Tuesday, 13 December 2011

P.P.P.Potter.....

Much in keeping with my image of beered-up cheeky rugby school boy lad, I went to see Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on Friday night with Hairy Andy. After no small amount of piss taking on his part, he agreed to go and see it. (soft touch) Thankfully we weren’t the oldest people there, we may have been the oldest to go without kids but I have a high shame threshold and a child’s imagination.

I like the Harry Potter books, I enjoyed the two previous films, I don’t own any of the DVDs (the ex took them *ahem*) and I’m not proud.

But wow – what a departure from the usual Harry Potter magic! This film was awesome, very dark, very beautiful camera work, less of the kiddies Harry Potter and more for the adults. Suddenly this magical utopia turned nasty and threatening. Although film was long, the script skirted around loads of plot lines in the book to still produce a worthwhile film.

I am worried (as I’m sure the actors are) that by the next Harry Potter film they’ll all be a bit too old. By Harry Potter 5 it’ll look like the third Grease film. Oh well, they replaced Dumbledor seamlessly and I hear they can do wonders with computers these days…..

One last thing, I fancy Hermione, wrong I know, even "Brown thumbs" Andy gave me an admonishing stare, but hey you’ve got to give it to the girl (in all senses of the word).

Voting, only for Boris

oting, I’m undecided. Today we have our European and Council elections.

Ever since I became able to vote, I’ve spoiled my ballot. I’ve always voted, I just tend to vote for everyone in protest that they’re all as bad as each other.

It’s a small statement, but at least I’m saying something. No one seems to represent my socialist/fascist stance, the “Stop Tilesey paying tax.” point of view.

I’ll probably do the same this year, at least by voting for everyone I guarantee I’ll win. After all, one of them has to win and if I’ve voted for them it means I predicted the right one – winners all round.

I personally believe that they should make voting a legal requirement as they do in Australia. Over there you get in a serious amount of trouble if you don’t vote, you can even end up in jail. It’s a shame that such harsh measures have to be brought in, but at least then you guarantee that everyone has had their say whether they spoil their ballots or even vote Tory.

Just for the record, the party closest to what my views would be are the Lib Dems, although they put forward some pretty flawed policies at times. I could never vote for Tony, I would even leave labour out when spoiling my ballot. Oh, and I would vote Tory on one condition….. BORIS JOHNSON FOR PRIME MINISTER!

Update: Upon seeing the BNP and the UKIP on the ballot paper for the Euro MP elections (not the council elections thankfully) I decided that it was my constitutional duty to tell them to fuck off. So fuck off you fascist shits, 83 years on and you're as close minded and bigotted as the nazis - you just don't have as good a colour scheme. Oh, and Michael Howard, you having an anti-euro stance probably wasn't the best tactic was it? Wow, I actually voted properly - like a good pro-euro should......

Food Diary

Blatantly stealing the concept from the beautiful Miss Fluffy and spurred on by the recent diet discussion, I shall be tacking on a food diary to each of my days posts listing what I ate the day before.

Since exhanging on the flat, I've being eating shite, drinking at least 2 beers a day and haven't been to the gym once. On Monday I decided that I need to get back into my winning ways.... On Tuesday I decided that this would help and on Wednesday I decided to do it.

So, Wednesday's food:

B: 1 Weetabix covered in Crunchy nut cornflakes (+milk)
L: 1 Small pork tortilla from the canteen
T: 1 Banana smoothie, 1 actimel, 1 peach.
D: 1 Rump steak, 1 yellow pepper, 5 florets of brocolli, 1/2 carrot, 1/2 onion, 6 cherry tomatos + feta.

Fizzy drinks: 2 Cans Diet Coke, 1 can Pepsi max.
No alcohol (day 3)

BTW: I have a really good memory, hense why I can remember the little details such as how many cherry tomatos I had. Unfortunately I'm really dumb with names.....

Decisions, decisions….

not work I can do in the evenings…..

Mav is sorting out a drinking session up in London with his touch rugby (insert mockery here) lady pals (all Sloanes with posh accents, my favourite) to celebrate the three international rugby matches happening over the weekend.

So, do I go up to London and drink or stay here and graft?

The sad thing is, I’m 90% certain I’m going to graft instead. Booooo. To hell with it, there will be other drinking sessions!