I should really improve on my french, and my blogging skillz.
Alas, I'm sitting in the telly room on a saturday night bored out of my mind, while my sister is engrossed in a film about the Jacksons (starring the worst look-alikes I have ever come across) on 'True Movies'. I think we might go to the cinema later, though I don't know what we will see. I saw Valkyrie on Wednesday, and I didn't rate it. The story is fascinating, but seriously, Tom Cruise? The way it was organised was also bizzarre; The germans had English, American and German accents, not to mention Eddie Izzard's character who had a concuction of all three. Apart from that it was very accurate, the settings and so on, and even I admit I felt a bit emotional at the end.
I don't think I've ever cried at a film before (apart from control, but that's a given). Songs on the other hand; there are some I physically can't listen to in public. The guitars in Starman by David Bowie, for instance. It does something to me that pulls so hard on my heartstrings. But oh, Mr Tambourine Man by Bob Dylan- the most beautiful song of all time, surely!
"Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow."
I also get emotional listening to any music from Manchester, my true home. It's painfully ironic that I only really fell in love with the northern music scene once I left for the ruddy south. Well, I have always loved the Beatles (from a very young age, as I mentioned in my previous blog) and I've been a smiths fan-girl for most of my secondary education. But blimey, did I miss out on Joy Division.
Woah- I went off on a big music tangent then. All I really wanted to mention, is how much I am looking forward to The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.
I'm going to Dubai in a few weeks, I'll update you on my travels when I get back.
P.s. I did my first studio shoot at photography this week, and decided that I definitely want to pursue a career in photography in the future. I'd love to have a studio above a vintage shop. Failing that, I'd love to write a sitcom.
P.s.s. I ramble, sorry about that.