Ménage à trois

It's wrong that dancing my ass off while I mop is enough to cheer me up but it's the sad truth. Where drink, good company and comedians failed, Bowie and a mop triumphed. It won't last but better than nothing.

I saw Carl Barât guy again today. Gave him a wee bit of the eye and earned a smile. He looks so like Carl it's crazy. Now if only he was carrying a guitar and smoking, then I'd take him home...


My dad thrust a magazine in my hands when I got home from work with a grunt of "this isn't mine." Too right it isn't yours dad, you opened my gorram mail! So I missed the thrill of opening Total Film before it's in shops. I'm sad I know, but still it's exciting. Ruined for this month thanks to the fact my father can't notice the capitalised MISS followed by my name and not his on the address. Silly man.

So what films are coming out you ask because you're too lazy to look for yourself? Have to say there's not much grabbing me. I'm already seeing the Golden Compass soon even though they're too chickenshit to outright attack the church, have moved the fantastic ending to the beginning of the Subtle Knife if it even gets made and refuse to call the Alethiometer by its name. I'll let the fact that the title is wrong slip, but it's not a freakin compass. It's just compass-like! It's gonna bother me but I shall see it anyway and judge after. I adore the story and I just hope that even with the changes it works as a good fantasy film. Still, I was in love with Lee Scoresby and I don't see me falling for Sam Elliot somehow.

There's only one new film in the whole magazine that I would actively try and see. It's a musical. And it's in French. Oh yeah, bet it's showing in tons of cinemas and I bet I'll convince so many people to see it with me. Oh wait maybe I will: