“I haven’t spent the last few days playing Bloxorz, honest boss.”
Sorry, you just caught me mid-rehearsal for a meeting at work tomorrow. Ahem. Moving swiftly on to Ocean’s Thirteen…
On the piss-poor-o-meter, Ocean’s Twelve would have to rank quite highly (oooh…doesn’t she look like Julia Roberts… *bites fist*). Let’s face it, things could only get better for the series. Fortunately it has by a smidge, but still not anywhere near as good as Ocean’s Eleven.
The plot basically revolves around Mr Ocean’s posse getting revenge on a casino boss who swindled Ross and Monica’s dad out of some cash that gave him a heart attack (or something). So, cue two hours of plodding robbery set up and a slightly flat and disappointing finale.
Ah well, perhaps I’ve just been too spoiled on Hustle in recent years.
George Clooney’s comment at the very end of this Cannes interview for the film was quite funny though (scripted perhaps?). And speaking of The Bourne Ultimatum, I’ve got a teeny weeny ickle bit of trivia about that to come in a future post…
5/10.
If you didn’t read my last post about my holiday to Spain, don’t worry, I’ll bring you up to speed in a “Previously, on Blogalism” style flashback.
Basically, it all ended on a bit of a cliffhanger. I was being chased by Spanish police after being framed for a crime that I didn’t commit. After spending an evening hiding out in a seedy Spanish strip joint, cunningly disguised as a pole dancer named ”Salma”, I decided to leave the country with all the ill-gotten gains that had been stuck down my thong that night and make a dash for the Gibraltar border.
If you did read my last post, errr, this is what happened after we’d had the rather nice paella.
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I went on holiday the other week to sunny Spain.
Yes, you did read that correctly:
Me. Holiday. Sun. Spain.
Hard to believe those four words in the same sentence. I know you probably don’t believe me, so I’ll prove it. Here’s me. On Barbate beach. Looking all thoughtful.
What? You still don’t believe eh? Yes, I know that could be ANY beach and that could be ANYONE… Oooh, you big cynic you.
If you’re remotely interested in seeing a couple more of my holiday snaps, please feel free to read on - I’ll try not to bore you too much. Otherwise, if the thought of looking at someone elses holiday photos fills you with dread, it’s probably best to do something else, like play this for a bit.
Otherwise, we’ll begin…
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Ahoy there ye scurvy ridd’n bunch-o-landlubbers! Arrrg.
Oi’ve a feelin’ in me bones that you’ll be wantin’ to watch the new Poirates film. Arrrg.
Aye. Ye probly won’t be understandin’ ‘arrrrrf o what’s happenin’ ‘arrrf the toime, but ye shall not be wantin’ to walk the plank when you weigh ancharrrrr at World’s End. Arrrg.
8.5 out of 10 pieces o’ eight m’hearties. Arrrg.
