Sunday, June 17, 2007
I mentioned a week or so ago that Ian, Lorraine's Step Dad, had been diagnosed with bowel cancer. Anyway, Lorraine has been in Liverpool since Thursday staying with her Step Dad Ian's missus, Penny. Ian had his operation on Friday. Lorraine called me on Friday night. In her own words, "There's wasn't as much of it as they thought there might be. He should recover quickly and he may not have to wear a bag." It's good news. Lorraine is coming home tomorrow, although she will be going back at some point.
So, I have been alone in this house. The days have shot by in a blur of bad food, TV and alcohol. It's not been a meltdown, but I'm pretty pissed off (and pissed) because I know I could have spent the days more constructively.
Thursday evening I watched the special edition of "Napoleon Dynamite" on cable. The only special thing I could spot was a wedding scene I had never seen before, after the end credits, which frankly was pretty superfluous. Still, it's a brilliant film and constantly hilarious, even after multiple viewings. Remember, Vote for Pedro.
Friday evening I watched "9 Songs" on DVD. There are some quite interesting interviews on the DVD, but they are all deluded. "9 Songs" is porn, but that does not mean that it is not a good film and the soundtrack is dynamite.
After that I watched "Glengarry Glen Ross" on DVD. Crazily Jack Lemmon did not get nominated for the best supporting actor Oscar for this film. Al Pacino did. Pacino is hilarious in "Glengarry Glen Ross", but it was Lemmon's Oscar if he had been nominated. (Al Pacino did not win either, but he did win that year for "Scent Of A Woman", which is an inferior film in every way to "Glengarry Glen Ross".)
After that I watched "Bad Lieutenant" on cable. Still pretty grim viewing. That scene where Harvey Keitel abuses those teenage girls in the car is truly chilling and shows just how much of an animal he has become.
Saturday I got up early, ran around buying food, picked up the panto tickets and went to the Midland Masters tournament with my Brother. A bit of an under-subscribed event, compared to last year, but many a fine brew was quaffed and we had a great time. The mighty Villa did not get to the final.
My Brother and I talked about women in general. It was an interesting chat. My Brother has particular thoughts on the Lorraine situation, but it's too much for now. I'll go into it at another time.
I came home. Ate fish and chips and a steak and kidney pie (because I am a fat bloater) and watched "Doctor Who". No spoilers from me, but something that I speculated a while ago might happen, did happen. (You can read about it on the entry for Friday 23rd March 2007. I'm feeling pretty smug about it, actually, and it didn't spoil "Doctor Who" for me.) Then I watched the "Tiswas Reunited" show (which was a bit overwrought and self satisfied and not very good) and then had a bath.
Bed time.
So, I have been alone in this house. The days have shot by in a blur of bad food, TV and alcohol. It's not been a meltdown, but I'm pretty pissed off (and pissed) because I know I could have spent the days more constructively.
Thursday evening I watched the special edition of "Napoleon Dynamite" on cable. The only special thing I could spot was a wedding scene I had never seen before, after the end credits, which frankly was pretty superfluous. Still, it's a brilliant film and constantly hilarious, even after multiple viewings. Remember, Vote for Pedro.
Friday evening I watched "9 Songs" on DVD. There are some quite interesting interviews on the DVD, but they are all deluded. "9 Songs" is porn, but that does not mean that it is not a good film and the soundtrack is dynamite.
After that I watched "Glengarry Glen Ross" on DVD. Crazily Jack Lemmon did not get nominated for the best supporting actor Oscar for this film. Al Pacino did. Pacino is hilarious in "Glengarry Glen Ross", but it was Lemmon's Oscar if he had been nominated. (Al Pacino did not win either, but he did win that year for "Scent Of A Woman", which is an inferior film in every way to "Glengarry Glen Ross".)
After that I watched "Bad Lieutenant" on cable. Still pretty grim viewing. That scene where Harvey Keitel abuses those teenage girls in the car is truly chilling and shows just how much of an animal he has become.
Saturday I got up early, ran around buying food, picked up the panto tickets and went to the Midland Masters tournament with my Brother. A bit of an under-subscribed event, compared to last year, but many a fine brew was quaffed and we had a great time. The mighty Villa did not get to the final.
My Brother and I talked about women in general. It was an interesting chat. My Brother has particular thoughts on the Lorraine situation, but it's too much for now. I'll go into it at another time.
I came home. Ate fish and chips and a steak and kidney pie (because I am a fat bloater) and watched "Doctor Who". No spoilers from me, but something that I speculated a while ago might happen, did happen. (You can read about it on the entry for Friday 23rd March 2007. I'm feeling pretty smug about it, actually, and it didn't spoil "Doctor Who" for me.) Then I watched the "Tiswas Reunited" show (which was a bit overwrought and self satisfied and not very good) and then had a bath.
Bed time.
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