1)   Mr. X madly loves Chinese martial-arts movies and he will watch any number of no-brainer movies from that genre with great interest without ever getting bored. Mr. Y in Hollywood is a genre-leading producer of Hong Kong based martial arts movies, one indistinguishable from the next (except probably by an avid fan like Mr. X). Mr. Y releases ( Read more... )

For some reason I woke up today no longer wanting to be in a relationship with my girlfriend. It's come from nowhere, but I suspect it is the beautiful army of self-truth attacking my guilty conscience; after all, if I am to preserve any kind of honesty for myself, how can I remain commited to something or someone when I was so openly promiscuous ( Read more... )

I've still not touched a swimming pool or even picked up a book; I'm waiting until I get back to uni for the former because the pool is amazing and cheap, and as for the latter, I refuse to pay full price for a novel, even if it is John Fowles. Novels are far too much money full price, I think. Words really don't weigh all that much, and they're as ( Read more... )

I saw 338 films in 2006. 240 were for the first time, and 88 were on the big screen.

The highlights of the first viewings were:

THE NEW WORLD (2005/Malick)
- Exploring the contrast between two civilisations, one free and content at its own introversion, the other curious and explorative, and both primitive in their own way, Malick's beautiful film, a ( Read more... )

First, a cliché: It's been a year of changes for me, some very subtle, some very not so subtle.
I began 2006 very sober, and ended it the complete opposite.

This year I have:

-   Struggled through the final half-year of secondary school, battling with teachers and preserving some form of personality and character, which thankfully survived the ( Read more... )

Been home since Friday night. It's Sunday night now. I feel very distant. From things. I find things difficult to relate to. Three months is a long time for things not to change; but things never do. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but I feel like I have to take five steps back in order to start afresh.

I feel very very inert. Hmm...

I swear Norfolk's postal service is taking the piss out of me. I sent a letter to Slough last Friday and it still hasn't arrived down there. Sent my dad a birthday card on Monday to get there on the Wednesday and still no sign.

I know it's Christmas coming up, but seriously, give me a fucking break, please.

I still need to pack. What a bastard.

It's 0526; I've slept three hours in the past seventy-two.

I go home for Christmas later today.

Last night my girlfriend and I went to a Thai restaurant. My first. I got some hot chilli dish, and by jove, was it fucking hot. I ended up having half her korma and rice (wasn't korma, but tasted the same) just to calm me down. So basically, I got two ( Read more... )

...of procrastination. I'm serious. I've never felt so guiltless for doing so little. I have an essay to write, on the significance of the Sublime in Romantic writing. I'm paying particular attention to Wordsworth and Coleridge, and Shelley's Frankenstein. But I'm in one of those moods (and when am I not?) wherein I can read and read, cross- ( Read more... )

I need to start reading again. I've not read anything for months. I want to read the John Fowles novels that I haven't read yet, and some Kafka, and Sartre.

I doubt I will. I am a man of procrastination, of reflection, of thought, and inadequate at bringing myself to action.

Oh well.