Yes, I am still away, but I’ve had the foresight to set this to publish on Tues, just so I can bore you a little, without actually being online!
Had some very strange dreams last night (actually Wed. night, I’m writing this on Thurs). Well, one very long strange dream if I’m being honest, and I might as well be, as it isn’t that fas-cinating (that c is a hard c, for the authentic pronunciation).
Now, despite the fact that I’ve never actually seen The Village, that was what I was dreaming about. Only in my version there were zombies and eating people and general not nice stuff. But although I was in The Village, with eating-people zombies all around I wasn’t that bothered. Bit upset for Joaquin Phoenix (did I spell that correctly?), cause all his family got munched on, but he escaped so that was all right.
Anyways, that went on for quite a bit of time, with quite a bit of bashing in heads (the villagers) and quite a bit of eating people (by the zombies), which generally resulted in a hell of a lot of violence.
Only suddenly I was at home, watching all the action on the telly, wondering when exactly the red and yellow (from the trailer) was going to come into play. Cue Joaquin dabbing bits of paint here there and everywhere.
Then the alarm went off and I woke up. Weird.
You didn’t really read all this rambling shite did you? Mad you are.