Last night I drove home listening to the poetry CD that Adele had bought me for Christmas. Found myself skipping past the Robert Burns, thanks to the incomprehensible reader, like Rab C Nesbitt on lighter fuel, utter rubbish. Anyway, ended up listening to excerpts from Milton's Paradise Lost delivered in the style of a spirited vicar. Couldn't make much sense of it. However, felt inspired to plough on with my course and dive into the poetry component when I got home.
Didn't quite go according to plan. Ended up tidying the kitchen and eating some of yesterday's pie. And then when Adele went to bed, I thought, right - this is it! - let's get in to it, get the creative juices flowing. Yeah, right.
Ended up watching the cheesy horror film, Paradise Lost. Set in Brazil, it's Hostel-lite without the retch-factor. Given that there was a quote on the cover from trash horror mag Gorezone saying that it was the best horror film of 2007, I had high hopes. But it was pretty average. The only highlights being the great locations and the kid from Grange Hill playing the same mockney plum he did in 'Go'. Oh, and Angel from Home & Away was in it. Not sure that my old friend Poofy Parsons would have screamed 'Fucking Ugly Bitch!' at the television, as he did whenever she popped up on the screen in Home & Away.
In short, the update is that I once again achieved fuck all and wrote nothing, preferring to eat leftovers and watch a mediocre horror movie. Maybe it's germinating in the back of mind ready to fly out later on today.
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1 comment:
Can't believe you didn't undstand Paradise Lost! I thought you were a writer.
To summarise - they're all trying to get their rocks off, but end up getting into trouble and one of them biffs a girl called Lassie.
oh hang on, sorry, that's the plot of Porkies isn't it?
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