Friday 27 August 2010

Disease-free and light.




I need to see this film. Not since the great Scooby Doo incident of '02 ("I'm gonna grind your bones to dust") have I laughed so long or so hard in the cinema ("They came in so fast, I didn't know where to go").

Also, Charlotte and I had great fun pointing out the Salzburg fortress every time it appeared on screen and telling anyone within hearing range, "we've been there". I don't know that they enjoyed our over-excited whispering quite so much.

Friday 6 August 2010

Trailer trash.

Admittedly I haven't slept in a caravan since I was three (bar a couple of nights in Lincoln, which don't count because the house was only a couple of feet away). I'm sure there's much to be said against them, what with the great British weather and the jarring proximity of bed to toilet. Even so, I am a little bit taken with caravans right now. They keep popping up this summer - in a book in Shrewsbury and on the Mereseyrail to Liverpool. I want to rent one. Somebody come to Whitby with me? One condition though, caravans must look like this: