Black eye fading now, red mark down the side of my face still there. Have been given the nickname Blowfelt - there are a couple of photos of me looking sinister and stroking the cat going round.
After Thursday night's shinnanigans I ended up having a really nice weekend. Day off on Friday was nice, pottered round the shops with Alison then a drunken evening with Orang Utan and idiot boy.
Went to see Grizzly Man on Saturday night, a documentary about Timothy Treadwell, an idiotic hippy who spent years in Alaska "befriending" grizzly bears and ended up getting eaten by one.
The reviews are quite scornful of Treadwell and make out that the film is an attack on him of sorts, but it's much more gentle than that. His methods are rightly pilloried, and there are a lot of unintentionally funny moments in the film footage Treadwell himself made, but he was a tortured man, and an essentially good and decent man, who'd found his peace in the wilderness. Treadwell is very likeable and if you've got half a heart you'll find this quite a sad film.
It does a good job of bringing up complex ideas whilst keeping the narrative very simple - there's a subtext that however much you dislike being around people and humanity you're stuck with it really, and Treadwell's romantisising of the harsh chaos of nature is explored extensively.
However, Treadwell sort of accepted he could well be eaten one day, and didn't really seem to mind. He probably changed his mind about that when it actually happened, but there you go.
Overall - very interesting, wonderful wilderness footage, and hilarious in parts. Could have been a bit shorter, but I say that about every film.
My Changing Entertainment Habits
The recording digibox thing has led to me watching much less TV - I get in on an evening, have a look to see what's on, set anything I want to watch to record then fuck off to my room and read. So I'm reading loads more.
Got a load of those Gollancz SF Masterworks from my local second-hand bookshop. I really enjoyed Gateway by Frederick Pohl, a real page turner, great story, but lacked depth. I found the psychoanalysis side-story a bit trite and ultimately boring, just wanted to get on with the main story. Sat up until 4am reading it though, totally unable to put it down.
Better was "I Am Legend" by Richard Metheson. This is by far one of the best SF novels I've read - compelling, intelligent, concise. As a horror story it's pretty damn scary, and the influences on Romero for his dead trilogy are obvious. In fact, that's the reason I'd kept away from "I Am Legend" for so long - I thought that although it's probably a very important book, it's ideas had been explored thoroughly in film and literature since. I was very wrong. The conclusion in particular is mind blowing, much more so for being concisely explained in a few paragraphs.
Got "Dhalgren" by Samuel R Delany off Amazon. Sigh. I was really looking forward to this, but after 200 pages had to admit that it was going nowhere very slowly and give up. I know it's meant to be the most important book of the US science fiction new wave, but it's 900 pages long, and is basically about hippies sitting around talking. Some wonderful descriptions of the ruined city it is set in, but sadly that's not enough.
My sister's getting married March 17th. I get on really well with her fiancee (I consider him one of my best mates), so I'm well, well pleased for them.
Stag night - go-carting in Warrington (I'm a little apprehensive about this, but I'm sure it will be a laugh), then a night on the piss in Liverpool with the Hightown massive and a few other northern layabouts, followed by a night at the well posh Adelphi. Really looking forward to this - Liverpool is one of my favourite cities in the world but strangely I've never had a night out there.
Wedding is at Sheffield registry office, and is a two-dayer - meal and piss-up for family first day, then big piss-up for mates the next day. I'm there for both. Staying at the Grosvenor, which apparently is a quiet spectacular 60s dump and due for demolition, but was cheap as chips so fuck it.
I've managed to keep the cost of all this down through some proper bargain hunting (though this does entail me getting the 7.30am National Express to Warrington. Ouch), but it's costing me a fair bit, so I'm staying in until after the wedding. Alison has gone off to work in Croatia for three weeks which is really well timed, I spend most of my social budget out on the piss with her.
I don't care, I can do with more time at home writing and Christ, it's not every month my sister gets married.
Then, come April, I can finally buy that DS. Yessss.
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