Tuesday, 19 February 2008
If ever there was a reason for picking one's nose and eating it, it's this:
Yesterday, I made a chocolate and almond cake. After I'd added the cocoa, I put the cocoa tin down a little harder than I intended. A brown cloud burst from the tin, which I then inhaled, albeit accidently.
Since then, whenever I've blown my nose (I've just caught a cold*), the... outcome has been chocolatey.
I would like to add that I haven't actually picked my nose and eaten it, as that would be disgusting.
Tangentially, I've just seen Jumper at the cinema. Luckily, I left my expectations at work so the film turned out to be very good! I just have two bugbears about it:
The first - I didn't realise Italians were so tall! Let me explain: When our very young looking hero, Hayden Christensen, and his slutty girlfriend, Rachel Bilson, are in a hotel in Rome, Rachel opens a wardrobe and tries to hang her coat on one of the hangers therein. Well, the poor dear can barely reach the hanger - Even standing on tiptoe! Cue Hayden, who also struggles to reach the hangers. Jeepers! The rail that those hangers are hanging off must be nearly eight feet off the ground!!
The second - Samuel L Jackson's hair. What is with the white doormat slapped on his bonce?
Plus, I'd like to have seen more of Jamie Bell's character's backstory. His was the most intriguing character. What made him so jaded and lassez faire? Oh, there were hints of lost family & friends a la Christensen's character, but nothing to get one's teeth into. Still, there's room for a sequel/prequel (hopefully without Christensen, who's 'acting' hasn't improved since the travesty that was Star Wars. Of course, as T-Bird so eloquently put it: He is so very, very pretty.
And that's the end of today's instalment.
* It took some catching, I can tell you. I was out of breath by the time I'd chased it along Castle Meadow and down Prince of Wales Road. I managed to flying tackle it into submission on the bridge opposite the rail station.