Topher!

We watched In Good Company last night (starring Dennis Quaid, Scarlett Johanssen and Topher thingy), and much to my surprise, it was a pretty good film. To be perfectly honest, it probably wasn't that great but given it's subject matter, it had me weeping appropriately.

Dennis Quaid is cool; he'd be a good Dad, wouldn't he? And Topher thingy was good too, not seen him before in anything else.

Subsequently, I felt very melancholic after the film, and went for a wander round Broomhill, which is eerily peaceful at about midnight. Felt much better after, and got a bit of clarity regarding my writing.

Reading

"One could not but marvel at the inexhaustible vitality of this man, now in his seventies, the most tested of American diplomats, who, after living at the summit with Roosevelt, Churchill and Stalin twenty years earlier, was now cheerfully settled in a job of lower rank than any he had held for a generation. This was part of his attraction. One felt that here was a free man without personal ambition who said what he believed and cared not a damn for anything but getting the policy right."

Arthur M. Schlesinger Jr.

One day I'll grow up and be a beautiful woman

I am addicted to the Anthony & The Johnsons album. It's beautiful, and if there's any justice in the world, it'll win the Mercury Music Prize, but there isn't, so it won't.

I'm really looking forward to our Country night (Aug 16th, The Lescar) - 4 weeks today, it's gonna rock(abilly).

Is there anything better than getting hooked on a new album?

Return Of The Mac

Yesterday was a wonderful day. In the morning I managed to drag myself out of bed to go and play footie at Norfolk Park with Hugh, Laul and a bunch of Mormons, and pulled of a delightfully Lauren Robert-esque performance: glimpses of genius but with a predominance of laziness. Lovely.
In the afternoon I went and played Axis & Allies with Dan, Rob and Laul. Incredibly, as the evil Nazi empire, I surprised all by taking Moscow with a sneekiness that I didn't even see coming, and won for the first time. After a tentative and nervy start, I started to grow in boldness and aggression, but still felt the overwhelming force surrounding me. Slowly but surely, my forces cut a thin line through to the Russian capital (after the other half of my my pincer line was cut down quickly from the south), and I defeated the weakened Russian defences (following my oponents calamitous mistake in forgetting to purchase reinforcements) and held with resilience and ease for a further turn. A sweet victory.

In the evening, Mary and I went to Adam's housewarming party, which was a lot of fun. Had some good chats with Adam's bro Simon, my mate Al, and Adam's ex Sally. Fun fun fun.

Oh, and I also picked up my spectacles, which I need for my poor long vision. Very weird getting used to wearing them, but I think I like it.