The hour and a half I spent watching The Orphanage in the cinema is officially the most scared I have ever been whilst at the flicks in my whole entire life. My sister was physically shaking. Sophie and Faye couldn’t even look at the screen. It’s terrifying. Yet amazing.
Another amazing movie is Lars and the Real Girl. The beautiful Ryan Gosling falls in love with a sex doll. It sounds really odd and creepy but it’s actually lovely and made Bam cry. It’s currently showing at the Cornerhouse, you should make the trip.
Here’s something I learnt this weekend – never bite off more than you can chew. You’ll end up in the middle of a dancefloor surrounded by people you don’t even know, competing in an impromptu danceoff, while the DJ spins Run DMC’s ‘It’s Like That’. Everyone will find it funny apart from you. And there will be incriminating photographic evidence. As a side note, if you do happen to find yourself in said situation, avoid challenging the super cool guy who is clearly a very good dancer, thinking you’re better than he is. You’re not, and he will only let you ‘win’ out of pity.
Wednesday, 26 March 2008
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
'What's a sociopath?'
On recent trips to the flicks, I saw trailers for 2 upcoming films, 21 and Funny Games. They both look awesome. Don’t believe me – see for yourselves:
21
Funny Games
21
Funny Games
Thursday, 6 March 2008
A.W.A.Y
When listening to this song, you need to make sure the volume is set to LOUD. It will make you want to shoot yourself in the head. In the greatest possible way.
Foals are gracing Manchester again next week. I'm going to see them for the gazillionth time. You should go too.
Foals are gracing Manchester again next week. I'm going to see them for the gazillionth time. You should go too.
Monday, 3 March 2008
The 6th Dimension
I went to see Be Kind, Rewind yesterday. I love Michel Gondry, but to be honest, I thought it was only okay. There Will Be Blood is definitely still the best thing currently showing at the cinema. See it see it see it see it.
On Friday night, Magee, Bam and Faye came round. The official plan for the evening was to get a Chinese and some wine and watch an old 80’s B-movie (which was called Forbidden Zone, and was truly terrible – sorry, Magee). We ended up drinking a lot more wine than one bottle, and invented a spoof chat show called Woprah Infrey. We filmed a couple of ‘episodes’, and although they’re funny as hell (we think so, anyway), we’re so shamefully drunk that I’m a little reluctant to post them. So watch this space. If I change my mind, you may soon see me playing Danny Dyer, and hearing Sarah (as fellow chat show host Shelby-Jo Jo Jones) exclaim, in a Southern American accent, ‘I’m the biggest thing on TV since Boy George’.
On Saturday, I met up with Katy at the very early hour of 5pm to buy cheap Aldi booze, went to her house, promptly drank it. At about 9 we rolled into the Night and Day Café to see MGMT. Our vision was a little off, as was our balance, considering the copious amounts of booze that was fermenting in our blood stream, but they were great. Luckily, they played Time to Pretend right at the start of their set, so it has stayed in my memory. The set finished late, so we went to meet Magee, Bam and Victoria in GC and then headed to Overdraft. I was so drunk by this point that I was falling asleep on the table, so Magee put me in a cab. Got in, my sister was up watching Alpha Dog, so I watched it with her (if you haven’t seen it, don’t assume its some rubbish ‘we’re so ghetto’-esque film – it’s actually brilliant) and then fell asleep where I always fall asleep on Saturday nights – the sofa.
Sunday, Steph rang my doorbell at 8.30am. It’s something I will forever resent her for. With my eyes half open, I managed to fumble into my Morning After drawer and pulled out the Anadin and lemonade. Immediately, I felt better, so figured I would go downstairs to see everyone. Long story short, I misjudged the steps and fell all the way down the stairs. Noone in Rachel’s room could talk for laughing. My sister watched in despair from the bathroom, while Charlotte just stood open mouthed, unsure if I was dead or alive. If I ever had to fall down the stairs, it had to be when everyone was in full view. I’m covered in bruises today, I look like a battered wife. Anyway, an hour later, while still stifling laughter, we went to Thomas Cook and begged them to give us a reason to get up every day – a summer break. We have booked to go to Greece in August. I wish I could tell you how much I can’t wait for it. The weather in this country is probably the only thing I hate about it, but it’s so bad that it could be a major force in the increase in suicide rates. The thought of a week in the sun, by the beach, with a gazillion bars all around me is the perfect cure for the ‘it’s Monday morning in Manchester, and it’s fucking snowing’ blues.
Glastonbury update – if you haven’t registered yet, you have 2 weeks left. Get it done!
On Friday night, Magee, Bam and Faye came round. The official plan for the evening was to get a Chinese and some wine and watch an old 80’s B-movie (which was called Forbidden Zone, and was truly terrible – sorry, Magee). We ended up drinking a lot more wine than one bottle, and invented a spoof chat show called Woprah Infrey. We filmed a couple of ‘episodes’, and although they’re funny as hell (we think so, anyway), we’re so shamefully drunk that I’m a little reluctant to post them. So watch this space. If I change my mind, you may soon see me playing Danny Dyer, and hearing Sarah (as fellow chat show host Shelby-Jo Jo Jones) exclaim, in a Southern American accent, ‘I’m the biggest thing on TV since Boy George’.
On Saturday, I met up with Katy at the very early hour of 5pm to buy cheap Aldi booze, went to her house, promptly drank it. At about 9 we rolled into the Night and Day Café to see MGMT. Our vision was a little off, as was our balance, considering the copious amounts of booze that was fermenting in our blood stream, but they were great. Luckily, they played Time to Pretend right at the start of their set, so it has stayed in my memory. The set finished late, so we went to meet Magee, Bam and Victoria in GC and then headed to Overdraft. I was so drunk by this point that I was falling asleep on the table, so Magee put me in a cab. Got in, my sister was up watching Alpha Dog, so I watched it with her (if you haven’t seen it, don’t assume its some rubbish ‘we’re so ghetto’-esque film – it’s actually brilliant) and then fell asleep where I always fall asleep on Saturday nights – the sofa.
Sunday, Steph rang my doorbell at 8.30am. It’s something I will forever resent her for. With my eyes half open, I managed to fumble into my Morning After drawer and pulled out the Anadin and lemonade. Immediately, I felt better, so figured I would go downstairs to see everyone. Long story short, I misjudged the steps and fell all the way down the stairs. Noone in Rachel’s room could talk for laughing. My sister watched in despair from the bathroom, while Charlotte just stood open mouthed, unsure if I was dead or alive. If I ever had to fall down the stairs, it had to be when everyone was in full view. I’m covered in bruises today, I look like a battered wife. Anyway, an hour later, while still stifling laughter, we went to Thomas Cook and begged them to give us a reason to get up every day – a summer break. We have booked to go to Greece in August. I wish I could tell you how much I can’t wait for it. The weather in this country is probably the only thing I hate about it, but it’s so bad that it could be a major force in the increase in suicide rates. The thought of a week in the sun, by the beach, with a gazillion bars all around me is the perfect cure for the ‘it’s Monday morning in Manchester, and it’s fucking snowing’ blues.
Glastonbury update – if you haven’t registered yet, you have 2 weeks left. Get it done!
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