30 June 2009
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28 June 2009
And each film is really about the relationship between the two siblings it depicts and how different the siblings are. The two leads in each film do a good job. Amy Adams plays a former cheerleading captain/prom queen whose football captain boyfriend married someone else (although they are still having an affair). She is envious of her former school chums who are all married and living in McMansions with great jobs while she works as a maid, cleaning their houses, while raising her young son and trying to get herself through real estate school. After a hint from her toxic boyfriend (who could do with some industrial-strength cleaning himself), who is a cop, she and her slacker younger sister (Emily Blunt) start up their own company where they clean up after crime scenes ("removal of biohazard waste," as Adams's character puts it later). Their mother is absent and this obviously affected the sisters and their relationship with each other a great deal, with Adams's character often mothering her younger sister (and no, the film does not use the line, "you're not my mom").
26 June 2009
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19 June 2009
And now it's out but would cost me at least £78 (depending on whether I want a 18-month or 24-month contract) to buy one of the new iPhones and I am loathe to do that, cool as the new phone may be. So, now, I can either get one of the refurbed "old" iPhones, pay for a swish new one or wait a few weeks to see whether O2 offer a refurbed option for the new phone. I really hope so because now I am really craving the shiny, new iPhone and because I've got so excited about it, I really don't want to have to settle for an old-version iPhone or even for my long-suffering CrackBerry. So much so that I might even pay the £78, which irks me muchly. Fingers crossed for the refurbed iPhone 3G S, then!
18 June 2009
Il Baretto. 43 Blandford Street, London, W1U 7HF (Tube: Baker Street). Website.
14 June 2009
13 June 2009
In today's Grauniad, Chris Maslanka's pyrgic puzzle numero uno is:
1. They say it pays to advertise. Supercaff chain of coffee shops have an advert running which says: "9 out of 10 coffee-lovers prefer Supercaff." What's wrong with that?
Of course, I already answered a very similar question at great length several months ago in response to the latest ad campaign from my favourite mediocre chain of coffee shops. Given that it's rare for me to solve any of these puzzles, though (not least because if I can't work out the answer within about 30 seconds, I usually get bored and give up), I'm pretty impressed with my prophetic puzzle-solving.
I probably shouldn't rest on my laurels for too long, though, as I still haven't really worked out what--if anything--pyrgic means. It isn't in the OED; but the closest entry is pyrgocephalic, from the noun pyrgocephaly, which means, "The condition of having a skull that is abnormally high (and often pointed); oxycephaly." Further digging into the etymology (oh, how I love to have access to the OED again, via my library membership card) suggests pyrgic might come from the ancient Greek word for tower, πυgος (the Greek characters may not render correctly but the Greek word that is spelled approximately in this way). In other words, these are towering or lofty puzzles. I have to say that uncovering the etymology of the word pyrgic was more interesting for me personally than most of the puzzles--and I might have done even that wrong.
Just south of Grosvenor Square, though, the south-bound traffic in the leafy Mayfair Streets had come to a standstill while a whole load of cyclists made their way west. There were hundreds of them and it was only when I came closer that I realised that most people were topless...and bottomless. It turned out, of course, that it was the World Naked Bike Ride, an event that has had over 1000 participants for the past couple of years. Indeed, it was a good five minutes before the group had thinned enough for me to cross the road and proceed towards my crime against my bank account. I can safely say that I've never seen so many penises and breasts in one place, although I suppose this wouldn't be a hard feat to beat.
12 June 2009
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8 June 2009
Refusing to buy Crocs or anything resembling them, I went in search of cheap, comfy flipflops. I often get cold feet but for many years have loved loping around in flipflops even if it's snowing outside and I am wearing three pairs of gloves. Sadly, there were no cheap and comfy flipflops in the shops so I had to settle for expensive and comfy (and not totally ugly) flipflops--Fitflops, in fact, which will also tone my arse, cure my arthritis and make the coffee (some of the claims in the leaflet may not be accurate). But they feel like I am walking on air and that's all I care about!
I bought them from Sole Trader in Nowheresville (where students with poor spelling hope they will be able to get themselves signed up with an investment bank). The guy working there brought over one shoe and when I asked for the other he said it was, "company policy to give only the right shoe first."
I asked why and he mumbled something incomprehensible about security (do people steal left shoes more often?). "Are you trying to put the right foot forward?" I quipped but clearly, he was in no mood for such hilarious jokes. Regardless of random policies, I now have new shoes and my feet are so happy! Hoorah!
7 June 2009
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5 June 2009
The trouble with the nearby stop is that it is only served by one of the companies. Also, my stop comes after busy Victoria and Marble Arch and so getting a seat can be tough. Finally, the online timetable only lists the time the bus leaves the first stop and the time taken to get to my stop can vary massively. This means working out the optimum time to arrive at the stop can be tough.
Today, for example, I got to the stop at 4.10 expecting the bus to arrive at 4.20, having left the start point at 4. There were about 10 people In front of me in the queue (and several people hanging around who might want to queue jump). The bus arrived at 4.25 and three people got on before it was filled up. The rest of us dejectedly put our luggage back down.
Five minutes later though, another bus showed up and not only were there enough seats for the rest of us in the queue but most people have a double-seat to themselves. Not that I'm complaining (really), I just wish I could predict a nice rational way of ensuring I have to wait as little as possible (bearing in mind that being in a queue and not being able to get on because it's too full is more frustrating than to arrive five minutes after a bus left but not know it--as per my Samuel Beckett theory of disappointment).
Still, I have got some internets, I've got a book and a long, traffic-ridden journey ahead so things could be worse. I do suggest that to get the edge over the competition, the Oxford Bus Company starts offering G and Ts to its Friday night passengers...
4 June 2009
3 June 2009
£30 buys you a section large enough for a family of four for the night (sleeping bags and wake-up call from the dustbin men included) or for that special occasion, why not treat the missus to a private lorry with a free four pack of Wifebeater and KFC family fun feast for only £50? Bargain...