First post

What a day to initiate a blog: Charles Kennedy resigns; news breaks that Tony Banks is gravely ill; and my copy of 'Chunky' arrives after much searching of online second hand book sites. So I suppose every cloud has a silver lining or in this case a gold lining for that is what 'Chunky' is: pure gold.

This afternoon I went to see 'Brokeback Mountain'. Having once worked in a record and video store and having had to set up...let's just call it...the 'adult' section, the highlight of which was that well known remake 'Forest Hump', I imagine it won't be long before 'BM' is remade and appropriately retitled. Anyway, the film was indeed magnificent and lived up to all the reviews I seemed to spend my spare time yesterday reading. If Mr Ledger doesn't win an Oscar, I'll go to the foot of our stairs.

I don't know if the cinema's management were being ironic but before and after the feature the auditorium was filled with the dulcet tones of Dame Shirley Bassey. Fitting really given the subject of the film - and the makeup of the audience. 'The Party's Over', 'Let there be love', 'Gone', 'Killing me softly with his song', all of them tying in with BM.

Ah, cinema audiences - how ridiculous are they? They come in clutching their produce and it seems the larger they are the larger the produce they clutch. They sit quietly through all the adverts and the trailers. Then the main feature commences and, hey presto, so does the can opening, the packet ripping, the munching and crunching, the bag rustling, the coughing, the toilet dashes etc, etc, etc...

Ridiculous!