21 May 2007

We leave for hols in 4 days. Hurrrrrahhhhh! I just don't know how I'm going to have everything done at work before I leave. I don't want to be one of those people that leaves a lousy handover so that everyone who is left behind to do my dirty work has a rubbish time of it, but I suspect that this may indeed happen.

(I've just noticed Blogger Autosaves now - wah!)

I am so looking forward to the holiday part though. We get our new laptop tomorrow onto which we will download all our holiday entertainment and about a gazillion lessons from Chinesepod.

Watched Over the Hedge and Fearless over the weekend. Both entertaining in their own right. That Jet Li can sure do a mean fistfight (not to mention the myriad other weapons he bandied about). What will the serious historical wushu genre do without him?

13 May 2007

British Airways have excelled themselves once again. It's not often we fly, and even less often for us to have the opportunity to go Business class, which is what BB did today on his whirlwind business trip to Zurich, Düsseldorf, Köln, Düren, Saarbrücken, Pforzheim and Stuttgart. British Airways have lost his luggage.

BB thought something would probably go amiss when the lady at the fast bag drop checked his luggage through to Düsseldorf, even though he was übernachting in Zurich tonight. When he pointed this out, she retagged his bag with the correct tag but his luggage has gone astray nonetheless. At Zurich airport, they announced that all those who hadn't received their luggage should go to lost luggage and about 12 people peeled off and headed that way. From one flight. Sheesh.

Tomorrow I play in a comedy sketch show for which we've had seven rehearsals. If I can make it through without completely seizing up or falling off the very small stage, I think I'll have done well. Any semblance of acting is a bonus.

12 May 2007

Spiderpants 3

The sheer awfulness of Spiderman III has inspired me to put fingers to keyboard once again. How can I begin to illustrate the complete terribleness of this film? What an absolute cheesefest this movie was. What was Sam Raimi thinking? And it went on and on interminably with the actors churning out cliché after cliché - you're my best friend, I believe in you Peter, I don't believe we have any say over who should live or die, I love you as I loved your father, and as your friends do too, blah, blah, blah. Aaargh, slit wrists, vomit, fall into coma from interminable boredom... the end.

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