Sunday, 22 September 2013

Elysium, Oblivion, Bladerunner

Last night we had an impromptu trip to the cinema. We love the movies. We are a family exceptionally nerdish about cinematic facts and IMDB app is on our phones to help fuel the "wasn't that actress in such and such a film?" along with " when was so and so made?" to knowing dialogue and the directors  full back catalogue. Yes we also suffer from cinema script Tourettes ( that is to go with the Petrol head Tourettes) such as " I only meant to blow the bloody door off" as someone accidentally slams the door - you get my drift. As I settled down to watch Elysium  ( Rotten tomatoes rating  68%)I felt like I had been here before; many times in fact. From Oblivion, to I am Legend,  with slight detours to The Road,Terminator series, I-robot and ending up at Bladerunner; the future looks so grim. Sometimes it looks orange too with all that post apocalyptic burning in the skies. And as I look round the cinema, the walk home, at the happy smiley faces of those around me I am not sure I believe I all this future hype. Human spirit, the pleasure in the small things is what will save us.Be it from robots, some unseen super power, cannabilism or Tom Cruise.

My daughters summation of the film was simple. " Its just about borders mum"she said solemnly, " instead of Mexicans trying to cross the borders into the US they are now trying to get into the the giant hula hoop in the sky" Nuff said.

Saturday, 14 September 2013

Happy Birthday Mum

Friday 13 September may strike fear into the hearts of many but for me it was mother's birthday. She would have been 69. 26 years gone and I will never forget. I was but a bairn, a young adult on the cusp of life, and my sister much younger still when she died. I'd love to be able to spend time looking for the perfect gift with my sister, planning the family birthday gathering and listening to the hilarity of our banter. I wonder what she would have worn, what hair style she would be sporting, what gift she would have treasured that year. I wonder a lot.
She was a lover of wry and humorous and introduced us to Roald Dahl and ironically the 13 September was indeed Roald Dahl Day. My sister posted one of our favorite quotes from The Twits. Happy Birthday mum.

Wednesday, 4 September 2013

Preparations for VIP Guests

In a few short days we welcoming back grandad and Mrs Grandad ( long suffering step mum LSSM)  This involves preparations.

  • Firstly I buy tonic to go with the gin. It has to be the teeny tiny tins of tonic or even better the teeny tine bottles of fever tree if I am feeling particularly flush. I am not feeling flush.
  • Speaking of flush.. The toilet paper has to be thick, quilted, embossed, expensive! We have it in vast quantities
  • Liquid hand soap is eschewed for small tablets of soap
  • Banish spicy foods although Long Suffering Step mum loves spicy. We never ever call anything curry or it wont get eaten
  • The refusal to use the main bathroom for a morning shave in preference for the guest bathroom means that the smallest room in the house is rammed full of more toiletries than the average Boots.
  • Superglue is bought and at the ready for all the things he may or may not break
  • There will be at least one clumsy incident
  • There will be at least one item, usually quite important ie medication, underwear, that they forget to bring. 
  • All dentists, hairdressers and local garage or on stand by for the regular visit.
  • As is their old local pub, ikea and every single supermaket chain going
  • A visit to the bottle bank pre arrival is essential as the numbers  of corks a popping every night is significant. They are on holiday and thats what you do. I am more than happy to partake as is She-ra
  • The local bacon consumption will increase significantly
  • We will have more cheese than a counter in Selfridges
  • Cakes a plenty
  • The dog will have extra long walks in the morning and therefore will loiter noisily outside their bedroom from about 5am
  • 5am is usually the first rising of grandad.
  • The house will be noisy - we love it
and then they're a gone and we miss them terribly.