What a Week
Blimey, what a week or so this has been. We've finally finished sorting out the wedding gift list and I'm pretty pleased with what we've found &mdash most things essential apart from a kitchen sink (which was an option with the service we've got) such as kitchenware, book cases, new hifi for the bedroom, towels, etc. "Domesticated", and possibly "homely", are very much the words.
Last Saturday we were due to be planning the wedding photography, but that was cancelled so we spent the day doing some shopping. Well, by some I mean a few very large items, including a wonderful framed print of Farbstudie Quadrate Mit Konzentrischen Ringen by Kandinsky. Stortford has a wonderfully large Arthouse store, but there was a man in there who started by telling Vicky off for holding a print badly and then was probably trying to be efficient, but ended up almost framing a few prints we had barely looked at. Thankfully the woman who was putting the prints into the frames was far nicer, and snapped at him a few times.
We caught up on films over the weekend: finally watched the excellent Kill Bill Vol. 1 (I found Jackie Brown a bit of a let-down, so I was pleased that I enjoyed KB as much as I did) and went to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, which was good. Finally to finish the weekend we watched K-PAX, and had the usual is he/isn't he debate. You can get all three K-PAX books in one now, which is very tempting.
Last night there was an excellent Dispatches on Channel 4, about the battle some residents in Lee were having with the government about an asylum seeker holding center which was being built in their own. Lots of hot NIMBY action and some amusing (if they were not so appalling) quotes: "I don't want them anywhere in England, they are dangerous" and "He looked hostile and, you know, foreign. Had a bit of a beard" (when asked "how did you know he was an asylum seeker"). Jesus, people. I can feel myself entering a Garrettesque rant, so I'll stop now. :-)
Oh, and Murray Cumming was right: Tasking are the enemy.
NP: O, Damien Rice