Exvin - A wine afficionado who no longer drinks!
I'm watching a CSI that I don't remember, which is cool, cos normally I remember them quite well. So much fun. Apart from the death of course!
Today I have; obsessed over the conversation I had with the Australian guy on Friday, a little bit. I now have a legitimate excuse to go back into Bromley, but no real excuse to go up to the DVD part of the store, rather than the music part. *thinks hard* I'm sure something will come to me, although I don't really want to go in next week, because it's half term and it'll be busy, and there'll be loads of *shudder* teenagers around. I also did some other stuff today, I cleaned the kitchen floor, loaded and ran the dishwasher, made the dinner (skewers again - getting good at them) and burnt my foot, cleaned the kitchen surfaces and tried to put a wash in until I went to the washing basket and found that there weren't enough clothes in there to warrent a wash. So all in all, a good day methinks.
Since my update yesterday I have read Blood Fever, a novel by Charlie Higson - one of the guys who made The Fast Show possible. Possibly knowing that I wouldn't have picked up the book, let alone taken it out of the library (sorry guys, I don't like The Fast Show...). However this time I would have made an enormous mistake. I really enjoyed it. It's a Young James Bond novel, and we have no way how the Ian Fleming intended James to be in his teenaged years, which would annoy purists, that doesn't bother me because it allows Higson free rein on how to write him. The characterisation of Young James, in my opinion, is rather brilliant. It contains the slight recklessness tempered by a fear that older Bond doesn't seem to have, however the recklessness translates well from older Bond to younger Bond. Having already faced his parents' deaths, young James has had his mortality thrust in his face, and therefore has realised he wants danger, because he realises everyone is going to die. Or at least thats what I read into his joining the danger club. His running around saving people in this book is held back by the fact that some of the people he wishes to save end up dead, suggesting that he is not yet as skillful as he might become. All in all, the whole of the book is well set, including James' utter dislike for the rules at Eton, and his tenacity and ingenuity when trying to get out of his dorm at night. As you can probably tell I really got involved in the book, and will be attempting to find the first one when I go back to the library.
I am also some way through The Witness at the Wedding by Simon Brett, which I will just say how riveted I am, and how much I wish to get back to it so I can find out whodunnit! I shall update with a proper review tomorrow.
Oh, I should explain how I managed to burn my foot whilst making the dinner... I dropped a baked potato on it! I was very very clumsy today, I kept dropping things, books, potatoes, bottles, all sorts. I think I'm over it now though, so all is good.
Apart from that I have had a slight wibbly moment about a situation that I put myself in, but I have overcome it with the minimum of fuss, thus suggesting that I may actually be getting on top of my depression-ist ways. I'm not going to rant on about it because I've come to terms with the fact that people don't act in the way that you do, or even the way that you expect them to, and therefore you can't beat yourself up about it. Even if it was your decision that made the situation in the first place. Aha all very cryptic I know, but this is more of an aide memoire to myself than anything else, so I don't see that I need to explain it.
*waves*
Today I have; obsessed over the conversation I had with the Australian guy on Friday, a little bit. I now have a legitimate excuse to go back into Bromley, but no real excuse to go up to the DVD part of the store, rather than the music part. *thinks hard* I'm sure something will come to me, although I don't really want to go in next week, because it's half term and it'll be busy, and there'll be loads of *shudder* teenagers around. I also did some other stuff today, I cleaned the kitchen floor, loaded and ran the dishwasher, made the dinner (skewers again - getting good at them) and burnt my foot, cleaned the kitchen surfaces and tried to put a wash in until I went to the washing basket and found that there weren't enough clothes in there to warrent a wash. So all in all, a good day methinks.
Since my update yesterday I have read Blood Fever, a novel by Charlie Higson - one of the guys who made The Fast Show possible. Possibly knowing that I wouldn't have picked up the book, let alone taken it out of the library (sorry guys, I don't like The Fast Show...). However this time I would have made an enormous mistake. I really enjoyed it. It's a Young James Bond novel, and we have no way how the Ian Fleming intended James to be in his teenaged years, which would annoy purists, that doesn't bother me because it allows Higson free rein on how to write him. The characterisation of Young James, in my opinion, is rather brilliant. It contains the slight recklessness tempered by a fear that older Bond doesn't seem to have, however the recklessness translates well from older Bond to younger Bond. Having already faced his parents' deaths, young James has had his mortality thrust in his face, and therefore has realised he wants danger, because he realises everyone is going to die. Or at least thats what I read into his joining the danger club. His running around saving people in this book is held back by the fact that some of the people he wishes to save end up dead, suggesting that he is not yet as skillful as he might become. All in all, the whole of the book is well set, including James' utter dislike for the rules at Eton, and his tenacity and ingenuity when trying to get out of his dorm at night. As you can probably tell I really got involved in the book, and will be attempting to find the first one when I go back to the library.
I am also some way through The Witness at the Wedding by Simon Brett, which I will just say how riveted I am, and how much I wish to get back to it so I can find out whodunnit! I shall update with a proper review tomorrow.
Oh, I should explain how I managed to burn my foot whilst making the dinner... I dropped a baked potato on it! I was very very clumsy today, I kept dropping things, books, potatoes, bottles, all sorts. I think I'm over it now though, so all is good.
Apart from that I have had a slight wibbly moment about a situation that I put myself in, but I have overcome it with the minimum of fuss, thus suggesting that I may actually be getting on top of my depression-ist ways. I'm not going to rant on about it because I've come to terms with the fact that people don't act in the way that you do, or even the way that you expect them to, and therefore you can't beat yourself up about it. Even if it was your decision that made the situation in the first place. Aha all very cryptic I know, but this is more of an aide memoire to myself than anything else, so I don't see that I need to explain it.
*waves*