Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief

I am as anyone who knows me, a dedicated Brighton & Hove Albion (The Seagulls) supporter.  But like many a Manchester United fan based in Malaysia or Peru, not a regular attendee at matches.  This despite them having a shiny new stadium this season.  When I cycle to work...yes 17 miles in each direction...I am to be seen wearing the Away Strip - a luminous green and black vertical striped little number which generally terrifies oncoming motorists.  You can I hope appreciate my delight then to be able to say this weekend they scored four times when playing Liverpool in the FA Cup.  The northerners scored only three times, but strange as it may seem they won the match and have gone through to the next round.  6-1.  I'll let you work that one out.

Having got back from our holiday on Friday, we spent most of the weekend doing nothing much, apart from the washing and relaxing.  The Cat's Mother has an advantage over the rest of us, as she ENJOYS washing.  Whilst the rest of us, at any given moment, would gladly just collapse on a sofa, she busies herself loading an unloading the washing machine, loading and unloading the tumble drier.  You may think I make his comment in jest.  I do not.  First thing she does when she when she gets up in the morning is head to the utility room.  First thing she does when returning from a night out at the theatre is head for the utility room.  Even in the middle of a film on the TV she'll up and head for the utility room.  Don't think for one moment I'm not grateful.  I am.  But it does give me a guilty conscience.  Sort of.

We have managed to miss a few films recently that we really wanted to see, so it was good that we finally found somewhere to see George Clooney in The Descendants.  I'd been looking forward to seeing this for months, especially as I'm a great fan.  Have you seen Welcome to Collinwood?  Hilarious.  Have you seen Burn after reading?  Sublime.  So what a massive disappointment this was.  I can't really find anything in its favour.  I poo poo anyone who says that at least it's a great piece of acting from George.  It may be, but completely swamped by mediocrity in every other department.

We consoled ourselves by watching Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy on DVD.  Just as brilliant second time around.