This weekend has been a slow, relaxing one. I went to the market at St Andrews with Mark and Bianca on Saturday morning. We wandered around discussing previous times we had been to the market, only then after very late nights, sweating and with mad eyes staring out of pale faces and a compulsion to buy decorative rubbish. Sitting in the shade drinking coffee, we bumped into Annie from work who had cycled to the market from Hurstbridge (!) with a group of friends.
Much time was spent mooching at home, cleaning and watching the Dune mini-series that I'd be meaning to see for years. If I'd have known it was going to be as bad as it was, I'd have waited a few more. Bad acting, direction and the silliest effects - at one point a little desert mouse (which has some significance in the story if you didn't know) was given life as a CGI muppet, looking like Tutter from "Bear in the Big Blue House".
Worked a little, making comments on the latest version of the grand plan, having been woken before 6 by the neighbors playing eurotrash techno.
1 comment:
Ahhh St Andrews Chai and kangeroos in the morning.
Dune I remember Karl reading. Or was it Michael Moorcock? Or it was YOU who I saw with Dune in hand.
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