There are, it is well known, two types of actresses: those with nice tits, and those with nice asses. In Morning Glory, the director had clearly decided that his female lead, Rachel McAdams, was the latter. I would say that her repeated partial nudity was artistic, or that I found it a disappointing intrusion into my cinematic experience, but for ( Read more... )

I was going to write something here about last night, but I can't. Not now. Not yet. Soon, maybe. LiveJournal is compelling like that.

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again
Some sunny day
Keep smiling through
Just like you always do
'Till the blue skies
Drive the dark clouds far away

So, will you please say hello
To the folks that I know
Tell them I won't be long
They'll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song

We'll meet again
Don't ( Read more... )

As I stood by the crossroads,
feet tired in the cold,
my eyes flickered
between the glaring green circle to my left, urging on the cars,
and the milky white one in the sky above,
urging on
me.
Urging;
urging;
the Rubens curves draped in their
silky, silvery gauze:
I stepped forward.

Before I left the house, I checked the London Tube Status app on my phone and saw that the Piccadilly Line was delayed, so I headed for the Victoria Line at Highbury & Islington instead. Upon arriving on the platform, it was overflowing, with a full train standing idle on the tracks. I made my way down to the spot where I would need to get off at ( Read more... )

As I ascended the escalator at Highbury & Islington station, I was met with a most uncommon sight. Two young men, with tightly-cropped hair and glazed eyes and wearing the colours of the local football team, clasped each other in an intimate embrace and started singing. I couldn't quite catch all the words, but I believe that it consisted of a ( Read more... )

I am caught on the horns of an underpants dilemma.

My situation is this: I have no clean underpants to wear today; all of the used pairs are in the washing machine; I am due at an all-day party in half an hour.

I think I have the following options:

1. Go to the party commando.
2. Wait for the washing to finish, then find some way to dry a pair of ( Read more... )

"Overall, a consensus has emerged around the position that, in the event of you expressing a definite preference for it over the other options available to you at the time, the most appropriate course of action which, in hindsight, you could have taken, was to put a ring on it."

"There continues to be a segment of opinion which draws impertinently ( Read more... )

Just now, June 20th, the end of my weekly phone call between me and my parents:

ME: ... And I'll see you in three weeks' time!
MUM: Yes, you will, very exciting!
DAD: Why? What are you seeing us for?
... Pause ...
MUM: He's just winding me up.
DAD: What?
ME: It's mum's birthday.
DAD: It's not that soon, is it?
ME: Yes - yes, it's that soon.MUM ( Read more... )

I have a couple of interesting posts that I could write - that I've thought about writing - that I want to write. One is on purplesparkler's cool "flash fiction". One is on the importance of tactics as well as strategy, and analogues in other areas of thought. One is general excited bouncing about my fun plans for July. One is on the relativity and emotional ( Read more... )