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I am off work for a week and my appointments book is a howling Gobi desert of nothingness. OTOH, I am within a gnat's bollocks of finishing all outstanding postal endeavours. Go me.

You're surprised, I know, that a social butterfly like myself has allowed this outings-related misfortune to happen but I said to my celebrity mates, I said, "Elton, you know I love you and mypartnerDavidFurnish, but I cannot possibly go out AGAIN with you and George Michael, George Clooney, Carol Vorderman and that sulky wee ginger mooseface from Girls Aloud. Apart from anything else, Carol keeps insisting on splitting the champagne bill using pi to 10 decimal places and it's getting on my tits."

Elton was taken aback by this and vouchsafed that George Clooney would be very disappointed that I would not be doing my famous David Blunkett-inspired booty shuffle -- not to mention a small amount of tasteful frugging -- on the dancefloor at Annabel's this week, as he had planned to invite me to his booooooodwahr afterwards.

"Bollocks to that," I opined. "Goddammit Elton, I need my space! And tell George Clooney that there are places you just don't smear Butterscotch Angel Delight, no matter how much someone asks; it's not sanitary."

Now Elton was taken aback by this, but he accepted my desire for just one quiet week -- and also my pressing need to tazer Victoria "Posh Spice" Beckham until she actually eats something (I think that might be the teensiest bit illegal but we celebs can get away with anything).

Anyway, I shuffled off to the 2pm "no damned kiddies" showing of Harry Potter and the Suitcase Full of Wonga, along with the other unemployables, skivers and strange old dirty mac men who have a bad cough, scabies and inappropriate thoughts with regard to Emma Watson.

I enjoyed it. Bravo Mike Newell. Good solid entry into movie canon there. But while they kept the superior art direction of the Alfonso Cuaron view of Hogwarts what I missed were the grace notes of PoA. The whomping willow killing birds, the wizard Ian Brown stirring his tea by magic, the boys eating the sweets in their bedroom. GoF was fun and genuinely moving in places but not the same.

Tomorrow, a chick flick, I reckon.

Also, I am thinking of making a calendar, entitled "When bad things happen to good zombies" The undead need self-help books too.


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Nov. 21st, 2005 08:56 pm (UTC)
I think you should get right to work on inventing some new superlatives, since the ones already in existence simply aren't enough to describe your extreme fabulosity.
Nov. 21st, 2005 09:02 pm (UTC)
Speaking of packages in the mail, has yours arrived yet? It went via air.

I long for your clear social calendar and time to actually, you know, DO THINGS that you might want to do on your own time without having to DO THINGS around other people's bloody schedules perpetually.

As for HP, I was very pleased with the interaction we got among the kids, and especially for FINALLY having the Twins as they always should have been.
Nov. 21st, 2005 09:58 pm (UTC)
I feel your social pain. Alton Brown called me up the other night to consult about pumpkin soup, and it was all I could do to get the guy to go back to the Food Network and tell them - for the eighth time - NO, I don't want my own cooking show, so please stop pestering me about it. There are things you just don't do for $500K.

what I missed were the grace notes of PoA. The whomping willow killing birds, the wizard Ian Brown stirring his tea by magic, the boys eating the sweets in their bedroom

Yes, this is what my brain has been chewing over since Friday. I wanted little closeups, little images of the details of life, and we didn't get it because the film was so focused on the wide shot.

I'm with S; the twins made the movie for me. Well them and the world cup "vid screen" and the excellent interaction between Harry and Ron, and Neville's complete awesomeness.

Plus, next time, we get Imelda Staunton as Umbridge, and that makes me snigger with glee.

But could someone please tell me what script editor thought it was in character for Flitwick to call Hagrid an idiot?
Nov. 22nd, 2005 01:35 am (UTC)
If you could peel your bad self away from the rich and famous stay away from George or I will hunt you down like a rabid dog just kidding really I am you could come visit US! :)

Week off. Mmm. Enjoy.
Nov. 22nd, 2005 03:12 pm (UTC)
I await your review of whatever chick flick you go to with baited breath. It's sad that you need a break from the fabulousness that is your life, but entirely understandable.

("She's worn out from movie premieres and parties ... "


:: insert Graham Chapman writhing with Writer's Cramp ::)

I thought Mike Newell did a good job, but ... I could have done with a bit more Rita Skeeter, myself. In fact, a lot of the guest roles in this movie felt like cameos to me. Here's Cho! And Rita! And Sirius!

I'm still not sold on Gambon's Dumbledore. Although I felt that the late Harris' Dumbledore was a bit too twinkly and paternal, I feel like Gambon's is a bit too remote and odd. I don't get the sense that Harry loves him, or vice versa, which I always got from the books.

Despite this, I thought that it was well done. I did not miss the house elves in the least, and I love all of the Weasleys madly, not to mention Snape.
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