A Series Of Unusual Events
I woke a little after 8 this morning, from a dream in which I was caught up in a zombie outbreak near my old home where my Mum still lives. We were trapped in the house while outside the undead swarmed. I think that they were Boyle-esque fast zombies rather than the Romero original, not that it matters.
My neck was hurting and I was suffering from a headache. I decided heading downstairs to a different comfortable position would be best, and left Liz sleeping in bed while I turned on the TV Drive and watched Saw, recorded from Channel 4 last night.
(Incidentally I have never seen Saw, nor any of it's sequels, nor either of the Hostel films or any of the Gornography diminishing returns which followed. I'm rather against the whole sub-genre in theory and I don't think they would work for me. But I had heard that the original Saw was a better film than most that followed and that gore was not all the film was about).
I quite enjoyed the film. What was bizarre was spotting two actors from Lost in the film - the sublime Michael Emerson (AKA Benjamin Linus AKA Henry Gale AKA Fenry AKA Benry) and Ken Leung (AKA "I talk to Dead People" Miles). Overall I'm not sure I like how open-ended the film is, and also I am REALLY not a fan of the jump-cut speed-up style of filming used on some of Jigsaw's traps. It strikes me as a very adolescent style.
Anyway, I had just finished watching the film when Liz stirred from her slumber and made her way downstairs. We sat chatting for a moment or two - she was about to start cooking a lovely fry-up breakfast, while I needed to go and buy ingredients - when there was a loud bang from upstairs. We assumed (probably correctly) that this was a bird hitting our bedroom window; an event that has occurred more times than I care to mention. For some reason our bedroom window strikes birds (literally) as a beautiful open sky rather than a dead-end. Hopefully the bird was not the size of a heron, one of which we saw in our garden yesterday, incidentally.
Moments after the big bird collision we heard another strange noise. I muted the TV to make sure and then uttered the words that I hope will be the quote of the day -
"There appears to be a marching band outside".
That there was. We made our way to the front door, Liz in her jim-jams, me enveloped in the magic quilt, to the dizzying sight of what appeared to be scouts or cadets of some sort, in their tens and twenties, marching down the road and followed by a police escort.
I have no idea what it was about. It reminded me of a day not long after Liz and I started dating. Liz had stopped over at my house in Studley (yes. I lived in a place called "Studley"), and the morning after I wandered downstairs in my boxer shorts and drew the living room curtains.
Outside, hundreds of people, some in full military dress, stood in sombre silence around the Studley War Memorial, located directly outside of my house. I shrieked and closed the curtains.
Happy Days.
My neck was hurting and I was suffering from a headache. I decided heading downstairs to a different comfortable position would be best, and left Liz sleeping in bed while I turned on the TV Drive and watched Saw, recorded from Channel 4 last night.
(Incidentally I have never seen Saw, nor any of it's sequels, nor either of the Hostel films or any of the Gornography diminishing returns which followed. I'm rather against the whole sub-genre in theory and I don't think they would work for me. But I had heard that the original Saw was a better film than most that followed and that gore was not all the film was about).
I quite enjoyed the film. What was bizarre was spotting two actors from Lost in the film - the sublime Michael Emerson (AKA Benjamin Linus AKA Henry Gale AKA Fenry AKA Benry) and Ken Leung (AKA "I talk to Dead People" Miles). Overall I'm not sure I like how open-ended the film is, and also I am REALLY not a fan of the jump-cut speed-up style of filming used on some of Jigsaw's traps. It strikes me as a very adolescent style.
Anyway, I had just finished watching the film when Liz stirred from her slumber and made her way downstairs. We sat chatting for a moment or two - she was about to start cooking a lovely fry-up breakfast, while I needed to go and buy ingredients - when there was a loud bang from upstairs. We assumed (probably correctly) that this was a bird hitting our bedroom window; an event that has occurred more times than I care to mention. For some reason our bedroom window strikes birds (literally) as a beautiful open sky rather than a dead-end. Hopefully the bird was not the size of a heron, one of which we saw in our garden yesterday, incidentally.
Moments after the big bird collision we heard another strange noise. I muted the TV to make sure and then uttered the words that I hope will be the quote of the day -
"There appears to be a marching band outside".
That there was. We made our way to the front door, Liz in her jim-jams, me enveloped in the magic quilt, to the dizzying sight of what appeared to be scouts or cadets of some sort, in their tens and twenties, marching down the road and followed by a police escort.
I have no idea what it was about. It reminded me of a day not long after Liz and I started dating. Liz had stopped over at my house in Studley (yes. I lived in a place called "Studley"), and the morning after I wandered downstairs in my boxer shorts and drew the living room curtains.
Outside, hundreds of people, some in full military dress, stood in sombre silence around the Studley War Memorial, located directly outside of my house. I shrieked and closed the curtains.
Happy Days.