Actually not popcorn because I’m not a big cinema snacker.
I still haven’t been to see SATC. However, I have found a girly friend who will go with which is good news. I now just have to navigate my way around football fixtures to find a date.
Beloved and I still haven’t been to see Indiana Jones. Doesn’t help that:
- he pathologically hates the cinema
- aforementioned football
I’m going to try and do diary bashing because the next big film of the summer is only just over a month away and the rate we’re going we’ll just have to camp out at the cinema until we’ve seen them all.
Did see Cloverfield the other week. Good film although (to my mind) didn’t really need the sci-fi stuff - could have just been a good thriller with an unidentified “baddie”. To that end, I’m also looking forward to The Happening (although suspect that will be a small screen outing only) - is it me or are we strangely obssessed with apocalyptic films en ce moment?
…for another year (as I’m so not interested in the FA Cup). Truly gutted about Reading (cannot trust Pompey to do anything right, I mean it’s once in a blue moon I actually want them to win). However, very excited to report that I won the cup competition in my predictions league which I am very excited about. Also came a credible 7th in the league (would have been 5th but for some pesky goal difference). I am also the only remaining girl in the top division which is quite sad - I think they might try and make it boys only - there will be a deposition to the European Court of Human Rights if they do.
However from football to things altogether more girly and my growing excitement that SATC premieres tonight. Hurrah!!
Well Saints managed it and St Mary’s remains the best stadium in the Championship (as opposed to League One). I am might relieved but hope everyone involved with the club takes this season’s dismal performance as a kick up the arse and a commitment to give the team some much-needed stability.
My entire office has been blagging anti bacterial wipes from me all day thanks to the latest rehash of the dirty keyboard story.
Yes, I am sad enough to carry wet wipes around with me all the time - see my previous post about the contents of my mehusive bag (although positively tiny in comparison to a bag I saw a very small girl carrying this morning - it was so big she could have almost climbed in it!).
Having a bit of trouble getting going this afternoon:
Our office is without water thanks to local building work/pipe cutting issue - it’s going to start getting smelly soon.
The weather can’t decide if it’s spring or winter (it’s 1st May for heaven’s sake, please can we have some sunshine?).
I have a difficult client who is demonstrating particularly irritating behaviour this afternoon.
Oh and just everything seems a little bit annoying.
Please with the footie results this week - an all English final is a good thing. Certain members of my household are also rather delighted with the performance of Mr Terry and company and - despite copious germs at the moment - did a very good impression of a jumping jack last night.
I really haven’t been able to bring myself to blog much about the dire season Southampton have had this year and once again West Brom may have delivered the final blow. There are countless reasons why Saints’ performance has been so dreadful but ultimately we have snatched defeat from the jaws of victory too many times.
Our destiny is not in our hands which is never a good place to be.
I will be at my parents’ at the weekend with the collective weight of Southampton worrying on our shoulders. The chances of me crying (as I have done on the last day of the last two seasons - well the play offs last year) are high.
I always watch the FA Cup but this year will see me doing something far more interesting on 17th May. I cannot muster enthusiasm for either team. In fact I’d go as far as to say that I would rather neither team won which is - of course - impossible.
I’m feeling very much like a small grumpy child about all this.
I have to face facts my club is doomed. I have hardly blogged at all about football as this season’s been so depressing - this may just have me jumping off a nearby roof.
