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Frustrations, Rudeness, Rolls & Films

Its been crazy lately. Simple, simple tasks on t’internet , and they cant be done simply.  Get booted off or the site is crashing or cant set things up.  Grrrr

I love the internet, I do.  Its the best thing ever, ever invented (after condoms and mascara) but so bloody frustrating at times. Deep breath.

While Ive been waiting for these bloomin’ things to sort themselves out, Ive watched a teeny bit of telly (TV for overseas visitors).  There’s been a theme Ive noticed lately on UK television, and its this;

Incredibly rude, awful people (belching, swearing, humiliating people etc etc) excusing their behaviour by saying things like…

‘Sorry about that luv, but its just the way I am’

‘Sorry, if that upset you, but its just the way I roll’

I must have heard this at least 7 times this week already. In terms of extracting oneself from the doggy doo, they are not the best examples but its obviously a trend. Worrying.

Soooooo, if I decide to smack someone around the chops, I can say ‘Oooohhh, so sorry about that, its just the way I am darling’

Trip up an toddler?  ‘Just the way I roll baby, watching you roll, you know?l’

What nonsense. Crazy stuff. You know the older I get, the more I am turning into Maggie Thatcher – no do NOT scream!

I watched it, The Iron Lady. The new film.  I will add myself to the  fawning in that Meryl Streep, as usual was outstanding. The film itself, ok. I dont understand the furore about MT being shown as a vulnerable old woman though. Whats wrong with that? Its life and nothing to be ashamed of.

I have decided to avoid cinemas in future. Yes even nice ones like the Curzon in Mayfair. DVD’s for me from now on, yes Sir.  Here is what happened;

Queues. I bought my tickets on t’internet and still queues. Queues to get tickets, queues for the bar, queues to get in the auditorium. I hate queuing. I dont know why I am English, I should be of a non- queue – liking nationality.

So, being the well organised girl that I am , I arrive in plenty of time (I am never late, as well you know :)  and find myself a nice seat in a pleasant part of the auditorium, eventually, eventually, after all the queuing.

Just as the film starts, you get the odd few stragglers who wander in nonchalently and decide to sit bang smack in the middle of a row, making everyone miss the first few moments (which are crucial, crucial!)  by having to stand up for the rude creature. Tut, tut, huff, puff, thats me as they squeeze past.

If that was me, I wouldnt even go in. Id say ‘Well, we are too late now and we cant disturb those lovely punctual people, so lets go and get a cocktail instead’  Yes.

Then.  Then you have a couple of people sat next to you who really, really should get a room. A sound-proofed room.  I don’t mind the snogging, I really don’t (as long as its quiet – no slurping or sucking sounds please). I don’t even mind the foreplay, I don’t! (as long as I can watch :)

But the damn constant whispering through the film because they werent English and one could understand the film and other couldnt and so one had to interpret.  pssssstpsppssssstppsssssst pssssst.

Like they had the time to watch anyway, with all that slurping and slobbering. Sigh. Huff, Puff. Daggers.  I suddently realised why ‘Oh FFS!’  was invented, thought up, came into being, whatever.

I should have said something, I usually do. I tell people off for queue pushing I do!  hahahaha!

When the film was over and I had not even got engrossed in it because of the pssssting, everyone gets up to leave and said couple have left all their bits and bobs at the end of the aisle.   In a line; wine glasses, popcorn, condoms (kidding), coffee cups.

Honestly, strategically placed to trip every poor sod who walks that way – here’s a thought…, perhaps they did it for my benefit, what with all the huffing and puffing.  Nah, they were too flippin’ busy to notice that.

Anyway, thats me, DONE. No more cinemas you hear?!    I dont care about big screens or all that jazz. I shall get a film on DVD, watch at my leisure, go to loo when I want, lie down and actually get to see the film without interruption.

Do you think that grumpy old women show has any vacancies?

I’ve watched a few films (movies, whatever) lately – at home :)  I watched 127 hours ( I think it was called that). It was a film I kind of flagged up ages ago as one to watch.

It was a true story ( I like those) about a canyoner who gets trapped  and amputates his own arm. You know the usual euphoric stuff that movies were first made for :)

Obviously it was horrific but very well done. Watch it if you dare.  One thing that struck me apart from the absolute torturous pain that the guy must have gone through (and yes it was probably worse than childbirth), it was the fact that animals do that all the time in the wild (gnaw their limbs off ) when they are caught in traps for silly women to wear silly fur coats.

So on that happy note, shall we do lunch soon darling? :)