the sanctuary:

Or is it merry christmas? I suppose it must be, because happy christmas and a happy new year sounds daft.

Well, we have trimmed the tree (it was looking overgrown) and wrapped presents and we have a stock of foods to feed us over the long, cold night when the shops aren't open. Anyway, if it all goes horribly wrong you can usually get a Chinese takeaway. That's what's great about a multicultural society - there's always someone working. Working to feed you!

There are a few festive photos on my flickr profile, which should make you feel jolly. Or possibly merry. No, don't feel merry. That way badness lies.

Anyway. Run along now, go and open presents or something. If you're in Sweden or one of those crazy countries that open their pressies on christmas eve. If you're elsewhere, go to bed! Then open presents. Or, more likely, hello! Happy New Year!
posted at 7:47 PM

Sorry.

I'm writing like a capering fool at the moment! And reading. I'm reading Bond books! James Bond books. They're pretty aces, and have great covers, too.

I didn't think I'd enjoy them, but, well, I was wrong. They're tough, sparse little thrillers. I'd love to see them made as movies, and that isn't a jokey sentence. I really would like to see them made as they are, hard-boiled and vicious. Bond gets the shit kicked out of him quite regularly. No gadgets. The girls are characters in their own right (and, though he is obviously an arse, he does seem to care for them, in a gruff sort of way). They'd be lovely little films. But no. Big old effects-heavy wink-at-the-camera juggernauts thunder through our cinemas at regular intervals.

Wonder when that happened?
posted at 1:53 AM