Lovely Day

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…if you discount the weather that is. They did a 350 mile round trip and miraculously arrived shortly after I did. We had arranged to meet at noon, in a nearby village inn and MTL sweetly dropped me there so I could imbibe. I had booked a table in what they call their restaurant which is four tables, three steps up from the bar. It’s friendly, informal and the food is good and I’m happy to say the visitors approved.

She has blue eyes and a smile that starts deep inside and warms the cockles. She’s old enough to be my daughter and if ever I had been lucky enough to have one she would have filled the bill. He has blue eyes and – like his blog – is laid back, with a wit which makes me laugh. I have become slightly obsessed with shoulders of late – what with the swimming and all; his are great and in fact neither of them would look out of place in Beijing.

We dove straight in with questions, observations and general chat – no holds barred. Incidentally they are old friends and both have partners. She and I drank wine and water – modestly, and he – the driver, drank water and tea. We ate cheesy red pepper omelette. Ratatouille, Tortellini - and I had chips - for the first time for years and was so enamoured I didn’t notice what they had. We all had puds- one lemon brulee, two chocolate puddings one with cream – one with custard.

Conversation was relaxed and easy and we touched on life, death, family, writing, getting published, other bloggers and who we would like still to meet, marriage, drugs, religion but drew the line at politics. She readily agreed to read my 4 page synopsis and I know she will give me an honest opinion which I shall value as she has been a regular reader, is an accomplished writer herself and is responsible for my blogging in the first place.

I wish I could convey how delightful it was – you had to have been there, but MTL took one look at my face and could tell without my uttering a word. I’d be rubbish at poker.

Oooh I nearly forgot; she is Zinnia Cyclamen and he is Shane – both on my side –bar and if you haven’t already, click on and enjoy.

No Country for Old Men

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You can say that again! We didn’t decide which film to see until we were actually at the cinema – delighted to find that Monday is bargain day. I bought a few raisins covered in chocolate and a sugarless blackcurrant drink. There were only two people sitting in the theatre and they were sitting in our seats - but they were quite cheerful about moving.

I love movies – as children we used to go twice a week and see Flash Gordon on Saturdays. The film’s been tipped to get an Oscar so we sat in eager anticipation - to be transported into another world. West Texas stretched out there before us and we were hooked right up to the end.

I don’t think I have seen a Coen brothers’ film before. It was adapted from Cormac McCarthy’s novel of the same name and Randall (sidebar) reckons it’s a great read. I certainly want to read it myself – not least to explain one or two points and also to absorb the dry, laconic dialogue.

The story is about a drug deal gone wrong and the hapless hero discovers murdered Mexicans and a large stash of money – 2 million dollars. There are three main protagonists; the sheriff played convincingly with a dry humour by Tommy Lee Jones (he was born in the area and one has to concentrate to pick up the nuances of his Texan drawl.) Secondly the evil hit man, played by Javier Bardem – a Munster like creature with neat hips and a strange limp hair style – you wouldn’t want to meet him – ever. Thirdly, Josh Brolin plays the hapless hero – a welder and 'Naam veteran. These three play a riveting cat and mouse game in the desert landscape and sparsely populated towns.

The pace is leisurely and thoughtful with plenty of time to puzzle out what’s going on but there are plenty of moments when one forgets to breathe and it illustrates that even if the genre is not your cup of tea a great film is worth anybody’s money.

The smaller parts are also a joy to watch and at last I know what Kelly Macdonald looks like – she has a fascinating face and plays Brolin’s wife. MTL wondered why Woody Harrelson would accept the small role of the second hit man – also a 'Naam veteran but I told him size doesn’t matter – it’s what he does with the part and I’m glad he was there.

Chigurh – the evil hit man is an agent of fate and chance and often gives his victims the opportunity to flip a coin to decide their fate and one of the questions unanswered is did he or didn’t he kill the wife. See if you can spot the give away clue. And he has a most interesting weapon.

Another reason I need to read the book - apart from translating some of Tommy Lee Jones authentic Texan drawl- is to find out what happened to the money. You may be cleverer than I am. I didn’t notice the music but there is suspense, cold blooded killing and black humour. I was spellbound.

Oh one last thing – wives of older husbands will appreciate the scene where the Sheriff- now retired decides how to spend the day; he could go riding or…

‘Maybe I’ll just help around the house.’

‘Better not!’ his wife offered.

Haven’t we all been there?

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