Time passes. More culture, occasional dick jokes.

OK. We Need To Talk About Kevin doesn't really have a twist, as far as I'm concerned. It just gets worse and worse, but given you know it'll end bad, it's more a matter of magnitude, rather than a proper twist. Still think it's great though. Read Who Moved My Blackberry this weekend, which is pretty good for 90% of the time, but the promised Dantean twist never arrives, and in all honesty I firmly believe authors should never appear in their own books. Ah well. Have a new plan - let's see if we can introduce the term "creovative" to our own workplace.
Watched some more DVDs whilst enjoying doing nothing and not training. The Libertine is one of those rarities; a Johnny Depp vehicle where he doesn't look beautiful from start to finish. I doubt that it's because the presence of Johnny Vegas makes Depp's cheekbones pale in comparison. Probably more something to do with him getting the pox and his nose falling off in the closing scenes.
To begin with, it's a very difficult film to watch - all grey mud and misery. Plus the procession of actors from Coupling is a little distracting at times. I was almost giving up on the unremitting grimness of it, until a pivotal scene where a dwarf is wheeled onto stage aboard a ten foot wooden phallus. Terrific stuff.
Just watched The 40 Year Old Virgin. Was frankly amazed. Thought it would be the usual filth (American Pie 15, or somesuch) but it turned out to be simultaneously funny, clever and touching. A little overlong at two hours, perhaps, and with a few subplots unresolved (angry customer? scary boss?), but far superior to (say) 40 Nights, or whatever that pretty terrible sex-comedy from a few years back.
Beautiful words. Up there with Peep Show's "A man with socks but no pants looks scary. Like a chicken.":
"You know how I know you're gay?" "Cause you're gay, and you can tell who the gay people are?"
"The cadence of your voice just made my uterus drop out"
"I'm abstinent" "Absent?" "Abstinent"
Otherwise, so far so quiet. Got drunk on Friday night by accident - only a few pints, but this marathon-running body wasn't built for staying sober under such conditions. Wandered around London on Saturday after being thrashed 6-2, 6-0 at tennis, then went to Rachel's for a world cup barbecue. Drank six bottles of Kronenbourg on an empty stomach (smart, smart, smart) and was pretty broken by then, but carried on boozing with the others. Smoked a few cigarettes (why?) I've never smoked, apart from when I'm really very drunk. Played a version of charades I can't attempt to remember now, and passed out on the sofa about midnight - a good, fast drunken party. Woke up at 9 the next day - most sleep I've had for ages, helped Ben's friend Helen tidy the flat (thought she was beautiful, and she was on the rebound from something that sounded awful, but my usual tongue-tied shtick kicked in, so didn't attempt anything), and then staggered around drunkenly until the hangover kicked in properly, after which I was a wibbling wreck. Should have asked Helen for her number, but I doubt there was any chance there. Oh well. At least there's the internet to supply an almost limitless number of rejections. :)
So, what to achieve for the rest of the year? Let's make a list:

• Get a girlfriend
• Do 100 press ups
• Get 1st kyu
• Email ten insulting questions to Greg Minaar for Stopadoodledoo
• Get a girlfriend
• Start training for another marathon
• SSWC
• Work on Diet Croydon
• Figure out thesis for my MA
• Get Charred & Dangerous to Edinburgh and back
• GET A GIRLFRIEND

That'll do for now.