This evening I am sat alone in Rachel's room. I haven't done her in, or locked her in the bathroom. She is working so I'm just amusing myself by writing, and watching films. Tonight's feature was 'This is England', which i thoroughly enjoyed. It's haunting, believable, emotional and generally very well captured (at least I presume so, not least because the film is set five years before my birth). It's this type of story that I miss. Watching the trailers before a movie on Monday, everything scheduled for the summer seems very much focused on impressing-through-CGI/SFX. There isn't enough drama any more, just the far-fetched kind of explosive and unbelievable action that has been regurgitated so much in the form of comic-book adaptations (and the like) recently.
So, what have I spent Monday-Wednesday doing? Quite a lot, really! All in West Yorkshire. That stony, hilly, Gregg's-ridden place! Mostly Leeds.
Began the week with a lunch at Pizza Hut, and it must be said, their salad bar has improved. I have no further comments on this experience, we all know what they do. In the evening, we went to see 'Lesbian Vampire Killers'.................Shit. I have never seen such an audacious attempt at recreating Pegg and Frost's brilliance in Shaun of the Dead. It was a cheap, poorly acted, unamusing and generally awful waste of my time. I think Rach agrees. Glad we took the decision to smuggle Pepsi in and not give the cinema further satisfaction at having robbed us blind. Anyone considering going to see this film should consider staying at home and licking their carpets. It's far more entertaining.
Tuesday was a brilliant day! The BBC lied to us about 'sunny intervals' occuring in Ilkley. It was bloody warm! We took a trip to a pub (forget the name) and the biggest roast dinner I have eaten for years. Bloody good stuff. I will post the name of the pub when I remember it. Black Sheep Ale washed it down quite nicely too! We then took a wee hike to the top of Ilkley Moor. Ba' tat. And, contrary to the popular rhyme, we did NOT catch our death of cold, but instead sweated. Walking up a hill and down does not sound particularly entertaining, but Rach and I do a bloody good job of making it that way. Highlights?
- Revisiting the PLASTIC picnic bench that my soon-to-graduate girlfriend burnt with a disposable barbeque three years ago- leaving a nice little melt-mark ever since.
- Laughing at the elderly walkers who deem it necessary to wear hats, carry two hiking poles and wear massive boots for a half hour walk that we carried out in converse and jeans.
- Those idiots who think it's fun to sprint up and down the place until they have a heart attack. What you gonna do when your leg is hanging off and trapped under a rock, dick head? Just run where people will find you.
In the evening, we visit several bars in Leeds City- and I have a bloody good Manhattan from this place called 'Mojo'. Definitely worth a visit. Good music, good company! Thanks to whoever manages The Academy for this. Ha. Then, off to Subculture to dance the shit out of everyone. Especially those idiots who dress 'vintage'. Who died in that knit, my dear? Get back in your hole while I show you some moves, lol!
Ok that's enough for now, preach to you soon,
Matty.
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