Eddie's Romcomathon
Recently, my friend (and ex-housemate) Eddie endured a Romcomathon for charity, which is his most truly hated genre of film.
I'm not trying to beg money off you (it's done now), but if you fancy take a look through his live blogging of the event here, as his rants are always entertaining.
To add a little personal flavour to this post, I'll point out that when we were living together Eddie once drank enough port that he fell asleep naked on the bathroom floor. When he eventually woke up he became convinced that it was his personal responsibility to make time go forward, and thus just lay there naked concentrating on our bathroom clock.
He also spent an entire evening at one Glastonbury with a girl who looked like an asian Angelina Jolie who, after all the substances in his system had worn off, turned out not to exist. He has a lot of photographs of empty spaces from that day.
I'm not trying to beg money off you (it's done now), but if you fancy take a look through his live blogging of the event here, as his rants are always entertaining.
To add a little personal flavour to this post, I'll point out that when we were living together Eddie once drank enough port that he fell asleep naked on the bathroom floor. When he eventually woke up he became convinced that it was his personal responsibility to make time go forward, and thus just lay there naked concentrating on our bathroom clock.
He also spent an entire evening at one Glastonbury with a girl who looked like an asian Angelina Jolie who, after all the substances in his system had worn off, turned out not to exist. He has a lot of photographs of empty spaces from that day.