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Bloody finally. Why does LJ insist on my password having numbers in it when that makes it so hard to remember?

Anyway, this week in brief:

Those Alex Rider novels; Yassen is either Alex's dad, or he fancies his pants off. Jury's still out on which is more likely - Horowitz doesn't seem like the kind of writer to push the boy-molesting envelope, but let us not forget that Yassen is ginger and nobody sleeps with ginger people*. Also, Alex is quite clearly not Russian.

Miami Vice sucks. I didn't want to believe it, but between Jamie Foxx's stupid painted-on hair and beard, Colin Farrel's 70's gay porn star moustache and goatee combo and the fact that the entire plot is basically Smuggler's Blues amped up and stretched over two hours, it's a dire viewing experiance. Also, playing a crappy remix cover version of In The Air Tonight is less of a shout-out and more a case of adding insult to injury. If there had been some aligator-related hijinx, or maybe if Gritty!Norties!Sonny and Rico had actually cracked a smile throughout the entire affair, I might have been a little less harsh, but as it is? For shame, Hollywood. For shame.

Alan Campbell's Scar Night should make it onto the To Be Read list of anyone with taste, anyone who likes fantasy, anyone who likes boys with wings, creepy religions, dystopian visions of the future, assassins, the devestating effects of biological warfare or, in fact, anything that is good.

*This has been scientifically proven. With science! Or at least with stern authoritarian figures wearing white coats.

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Stormbreaker was really quite cheese-tastic and lovely. Major points for jelly-fish-related doom. Disturbingly, I think my mum (who, on account of being stuck in Cornwall at moment, I had to go and see the damn film with) found Alex attractive. I mean, this is someone who WORKS IN A SCHOOL! I'm just going to sit over here and cry. Plus, I found the whole Cornwall - but its the Isle of Man! thing entirely too confusing. I'm not sure where I live now. And it *really* creeped me out, the way the Isle of Man managed to look more like Cornwall than Cornwall. And I live here. Is this like the Terry Pratchett thing about cows looking like horses on screen?

Anyhew, glad to see your madness survives. And apologies for being so generally shit freindship-wise...oh, pretty much all year. To recap: Illness, exams, illness, moving out, illness, hospital, Cornwall. Yep, that's pretty much it.

I wouldn't worry about your mother's boy-molestin' tendancies - bear in mind that you almost never see attractive young boys in real life. Which is sad, but also keeps people like me out of jail, so... yay for fugly youngsters, I guess?

Now do you see that my tales of Isle of Manly woe were entirely justified? So hillbillytastic! Although I'm not sure I follow your cowhorse logic at all...

No worries, this year has been pretty... oh what's the word... intense for me also. Recap: getting kicked out of law school, nervous breakdown, getting robbed, nervous breakdown, going to work in a call centre, nervous breakdown culminating in mass murder, moving to Beeston and changing identities. Although not so much that last bit.

I vote we just try to blank the whole of last year out of minds, and pretend it never happened. If only I had paid attention in biology, I locate the right part of my brain and hit it repeatedly with a plank until I really *couldn't* remember. Bad idea, though - would probably suffer immense brain damage end up as some sort of bizarre amalgomation of the Phantom of the Opera and Lex from the Tribe...which, great to see you've been watching. I've been borrowing Sally's immense tribe resources on a random basis, and am now without, having relocated to Cornwall. Oh, boo.

Are you still at the same telephone number? If not, mail/txt me your new one and I shall abuse my parental landline in the interests of catching up properly/bemonaing our sad fates. Just let me know when be conveinient etc.

Fugly. I've forgotten how much that word amuses me.

Wow, can you imagine a cross between Tribe!Lex and the Phantom? It would be... totally weird! There are no words to accurately describe it.

I've got the same mobile number, but my landline has changed to... something I can't remember. I shall call your mobile tonight and thus impart this forbidden knowledge.

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