Saturday, 29 May 2010

Dennis Hopper

Easy Rider and Blue Velvet are the films everyone remembers Dennis Hopper for. I probably wouldn't make an effort to see either film again.

True Romance however is a different apple. It is a grisly but highly entertaining film. Scripted by Tarantino, and directed by Tony Scott, Ridley's bro, it is probably the best work Tarantino has done. Hopper only has a small part, but he makes it count.

Along with Christopher Walken, Hopper is superb in this scene. He knows he is going to die, and he doesn't want to give up his son. So he mouths off..... Exquisite.

I have uploaded the 10 minute clip here but there is a 5 minute version if you can't bear the tension build up. Not for the squeamish or politically correct.



RIP Dennis, and thanks for all the entertainment.

Tuesday, 18 May 2010

I was going to do a post about the Labour leadership


Gruesome Twosome

But I thought, well, if they want to elect a man who can piss off the Russians, the Sri Lankans, and the Indians single handedly, if they think a man who has done nothing outside of "politics", ever, is the man to lead the Party and, who knows, maybe even the government at some point, then who am I to comment?

Then I thought I would blog Scroblene's azalea instead. I can't get the bloody picture off my mobile device.

Update: here it is. Scrobbers kindly gave us a seedling two years ago and this year it has flowered. I think it is a native but I really don't know. Scroblene, is yours flowering too? Doesn't it smell divine?

Monday, 10 May 2010

Why is he still in No10?



Has he not been in the Library with the revolver all weekend now?

Tuesday, 4 May 2010

I should be on holiday

Sadly events have conspired to trash all our holidays this year. Calfy was supposed to be going to Uzbekistan, but her travelling companion used a dodgy visa company to get the three visas required, Russian, Kazakh and Uzbek. They failed to get him any in six weeks. Calfy got all hers in four. So she is here, blue.

My mother was supposed to fly to Spain but hers was the only flight cancelled from Bristol the morning after the no fly ban was lifted. So she has to practise her castanets here.

I was due to go to Cornwall with Elby and the dogs, but Poppy has required ear surgery for something nasty that appeared on her earlobe so she is here having a quiet time with me rather galloping through the gorse with Pig.



I have already voted. Calfy's postal vote never arrived so if she had gone on holiday she would have been unable to vote at her first general election so at least she gets the strange experience of the polling station.