Pynchon

1. "Pan's Labyrinth"
2. "The Prestige"
3. "Brothers Of The Head"
4. "Atomised"
5. "The Wind That Shakes The Barley"
6. "Hard Candy"
7. "United 93"
8. "Brick"
9. "Lucky Number Slevin"
10. "Breakfast On Pluto"

And the worst? Oh, that would have to be "The Wicker Man", by a mile. I'm not going to even explain why. Experience the horror for yourself.

I must have been wound up tight after last night's post, because straight afterwards I had a couple of drinks and then started cooking the dinner. Towards the end of the cooking time Lorraine turned up in the kitchen and started making comments about about how exactly I had timed the cooking of the beef. So, I turned off the gas on the cooker and told her to "fucking do it herself".

Big argument. Obviously. In went on for a long time. She said, in part, that there were only two things wrong with me.

1. That I always had to be right.
2. That I was obsessed with sex.

Re. 1. I said that she was talking bollocks and Re. 2. I congratulated her on successfully managing to avoid being penetrated by me since Christmas Day 2005 and asked her if she considered that state of affairs to be an example of a happy sexual relationship to be held up to the world.

Lorraine then said that we should do up the house, sell it and split up. I agreed.

It's not going to happen. I hope it's not going to happen. Two hours after the argument we were watching and laughing at "Stealth" and "The Full Monty" on Sky Movies. Like flicking a switch.

Lorraine was quiet this morning, though. She was deep in thought.

I don't know where she is now. She left the house at 10am to have her hair done and then she was going into town to buy a present for her Aunt, who we are visiting on Tuesday. Before she left she told me to visit my Mom and go catch a film. I did ring my Mom, but she was going out to dinner. I was invited, but I wasn't bothered about going to a steak and chips shithole. I also wasn't bothered about going to the cinema. You won't see me write those words too often.

It's the end of the year. You get a feeling for a year. My feeling is that it has been a rough year for lots of people, for all sorts of reasons. You know who you are.

I hope next year is better.

Pynchon signing off for 2006.

# posted by Pynchon @ 2:08 pm