Billy says: hello? You’re about to have a kid? And you’ve just got yourself some groovy speakers? I’m sorry. There’s something about this that just doesn’t add up. Next thing you’ll be telling me you’re going to jump on a motorbike and ride to Dakar…
Nick and I have just got back from an (rare) evening out. Had Thai food in Bayswater followed by Bend it Like Beckham. The film is completely ordinary and faultless in terms of structure, but magic in terms of acting and story. Would definitely recommend :-)
especially seeing as I am about to have a child, but I can’t help being excited about the imminent arrival of my replacement Snell speakers (you/05/remember from an earlier post, that my original ones where damaged shortly after returning from the service centre). Seeing the old ones hurt was heart-breaking, but the new ones should be here soon.
readers/05/remember several posts on the subject of Macromedia Flash’s resistible rise.
always seems to lead me astray. “Moi qui suit peut-etre le Francais le plus brézillien de France” is a silly line from a Pierre Barouh song on the “Man and a Woman” album mostly composed by Francis Lai (you know the one… shabbadabada, shabbadabada…)
is something that has been parked quietly off my starboard bow for some time now. Now matter how many midwife visits and trouble-free weeks pass I can’t help thinking that something is going to go wrong… My head is a little fucked with right now as I’ve got the headphones on and turned up all the way as the two young’uns upstairs are having a major house-warming bash and Nick and I have just returned from the Royal Free (hospital) were Nick has just spent three hours hooked up to a monitor.