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I could talk about how long it still takes me to actually post about things these days but let’s just get on with it shall we?

A couple of weeks ago now brought another little trip as we went to see Dave Gorman in Brighton (the music playing as I write this is some really random and obscure Buffalo Tom tracks because I searched the blog for mentions of Dave, found a 2007 entry and went looking at other things—this is the sort of reason nothing ever gets written around here). Anyway, on the way to see Dave we went to see a castle…

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Another thing it’s taken me over a week to mention is that Jan and I went to the cinema to (finally) see An Education. This isn’t particularly a review of that. Suffice to say I can see why it got awards nominations. It’s a “critics film”, all so neatly put together and appealing to their general sensibilities. Neither Jan nor I thought it was that great (quite boring at times, actually). Personally I found the lead character a little unbelievable (however well acted) and far to towards a clichéd idea of critic’s intelligence (oh look, she speaks fluent French and plays music and…). The ending was also predictable (oh look, it all goes pear shaped and she does her exams and gets where she’s going) and possibly a bit rushed given how long it took to get there. Three stars, I suppose.

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Things I did at the weekend part umpty-two. Not all B-words were performed at once.

Er, last weekend. This is about a week late by now…

It all started off simply enough on Saturday when Jan and I decided we really should clean under the bed properly (we’d been putting it off quite long enough for fear of what beasts might be lurking there in). I could post pictures of the frankly disgusting blackness we’d been hiding ourselves away from but I don’t want to disturb anyone more than necessary. Suffice to say we set about attacking it armed with water, bleach and a mop. Nobly I dipped the mop into the the bucket of diluted bleach, lifted it out—and the mop head promptly fell off, with perfect comedy timing. These things just happen to me. Turns out the mop was a bit too old, and had corroded away at the base. So it was off to a local hardware store for a new mop and, as we were there, a new brush and even a better bucket. (A proper hardware store at that, with bits of chain, screws and unidentifiable things in its Aladdin’s cave interior. It’s not even the only one nearby).

Suitably armed we (well, mainly me as we only had one set of marigolds) set about the task, with mop and scrubber. What a wonderful way to spend a Saturday (warning: previous sentence may not be true). The best part was probably that moving around the furniture in the bedroom to make room for all this cleaning did reveal Jan’s thought lost disposable camera, so she may now actually finish the film off and we can find out what forgotten captured moments are on it.

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