Cinderella Man

Movies

I'll be rating the last movie Adele and I have enjoyed (or not). Keep posted!

Pleasant

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Danger Zone - Taxi Edition

Mainline Dolphin, Salfords premium taxi service have just launched their all new first class waiting lounge.

If you find yourself at the top of Cromwell Road on a lonely eve feel assured that there's a safe place close by!

Brighton

We also had a nighton in Brighton.






Moody...

Wedding

We just had a very good weekend in Sussex.

Here are a few snaps at Tim & Charlies wedding.

Supergeek

Every now and again Adele feels the need to call me a geek.

This happens mostly when I talk about Superman. All through my life it's been one of my favourite films. It's a movie I can put on and watch anytime. I think I've seen Superman The Movie more than any other and almost every scene and line makes me laugh, smile and feel emotional. The special effects hold up so well and the characters are perfectly cast. When I was younger everyone seemed fascinated with Star Wars but it never had the hold on me the way good old Supe had. I remember lying in bed as a youngster and concentrating on being able to fly, needless to say I wasted my time there.

However this brings me up to now and the soon to be released Superman Returns. I've never been so excited about a films release. I feel about six and can state now that I will be geek numero1 in line on the day.

I thought for anyone who was not tuned into the upcoming release you could check this link to realise your full SUPER geek potential. I think I may for the first time ever be reaching my full potential on something.

Boys night in.

Free of the female this weekend so had ourselves an evening filled with beer, xbox, pro evo and then unconsciousness!

Ouch!

Ouch ouch ouch, paper ouch, cut ouch ouch on my ouch finger ouch ouch!

"It's only on game so......."

Been out this evening for my second session of snooker. I started last week and this evening saw the success of my first frame. 6 -1 to my opponent Tim so for.

It's a jolly hard game and not only is it hard to hit the ball you intended, it also hurts the eyes. I don't think I've had to concentrate on a object so hard in my life. Such masses of concentration are followed by great bouts of depression as only 1 in every 15 attempts at a pot goes in.

My first success was only due to the lapse in focus of Tim, I scooped up over 20 points through fouls. As you can understand it's not quite the crucible.

I'll keep you posted on my blossoming skills!

lAzY

I'm shocked at how hard I've been finding it recently to write on this here blog, bloggers block it must be.

The day to day trails at B&Q have really worn my mind to a dull stump and the evenings are spent dreading the following day. It sure is a sorry state and one I hope changes aSAP...

I thought then tonight I'd have a sit, start to write and see if anything comes out (of my mind).

I'd very much like a new camera, my Canon PowerShot A40 no longer holds the attraction it did when I first had it, the times have a moved on at a hearty pace but my photographic apparatus has stalled. The thing a about pictures is that they're very easy to take and to post and they fill masses of space and make you (me) seem very proactive in upkeeping your blog. Plus on the whole the reader enjoys looking at whats on offer. The main reason for the blog is to keep a sneaky eye at what the blogger and their family/friends have been up to.

I'd have to admit that when I have a nosey at the strangers on blogger (if you've not done this then press the next botton in the top right hand corner) I do often feel like I'm looking through a strangers diary. On the one hand its a bit of fun to see how weird most people seem to be but sometimes its quite fascinating. (Although my contribution isn't too fascinating).

Enough of this mumbo jumbo. We watched The Machinist tonight, I wanted to watch it although it took a week or two to get in the right frame of mind, aware it was probably going to be a little grim. Which it was! I rate Christian Bale and apart from Captain Correli's Big Bag Of Shite I've found him very watchable (although he hasn't taken residence in my dreams unlike a certain girlfriend of mine). The first few scenes in the movie are a real trawl, he is so thin it's uncomfortable to watch. I got used to his skeletal appearance and though it's not quite Momento it kept us well gripped.

Other than that we started on the 3rd Season of Six Feet Under this week. Unfortunately the makers seem to have forgotten how to write and make a tv programme and its taken a slump. I was warned about this though so we shall endure these hard days and hope the fallen rise again.

NEWS> NEWS> NEWS>>>> Simon, Heidi & Billy have moved to a two bedder in Lynbrook and although they've been disconnected from cyberspace the news is they're settling in just fine. NEWS> NEWS> NEWS>>>> If you've failed to check Senor Wrights podcast out then click the link to the right, there's a new one just out. NEWS>NEWS NEWS>>>> After a spell in hospital with gout Charlottes now fully recovered and back at home. NEWS> NEWS> NEWS>>>> I bought an electric planer this week, just another weapon at my disposal. NEWS> NEWS> NEWS>>>> Finally a picture...




Proof of Lennon's faked death, here seen in August 2003 opening an electronics shop at Liverpool Airport.

Oooops, drunk.....

I successfully completed my first carpentry job this weekend......

If you know anyone who needs any work doing then let them know my number, I'll let them know if I can do what they need!!!

Serious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Good price..... etc etc.... Internal.... External......

Sky

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The LE Movie Awards

What with it being awards season I thought it was only right to publish the best movies of 2005 as voted for by a select commitee of highly experienced movie going experts. In other words, ME!

The difference with these almighty gongs is that they're not restricted to just movies out in 2005, but to any movie I've seen for the first time. As to restrict it to release date would be to hastily wrap the proceedings up! I ain't seen half the flicks I would have liked to...

Getting straight into it, no fussing around with weighty intros. The first award will be presented.

This much lauded award is more often than not the one that causes the judges the biggest headache - The Finest Actress - this could only really go to one winner this year. A B.E.A.U.ty on and off the silver screen. She has been present in The Limited Edition movie suite many times this year and for great movies including House Of Flying Daggers, 2046 (didn't get it but not her fault) and Memoirs Of A Geisha (didn't like it but couldn't take me eyes of her) the winner is Zhang Ziyi.



As the ceremony moves up a gear we can welcome the much anticipated - Action Movie - award. This year was difficult. There was plenty of fine, kick back and relax action candy to soak up. Including the fourth instalment of Potter, Narnia (please let the follow ups at least be good). Ding Dong King Kong was a treat & Sin City was hardcore shit man!! But hands down and only because I poohed a little bit is War Of The Worlds which conquers this catorgary. I bloody loved it & I don't even like Tom SCHMOOZE...



Taking a break from the big awards we move towards a make or break category. - The Soundtrack - This year was a hell of a one for tunage! Ditties on the ipod included BrokenBack Mountain, Garden State & Broken Flowers with a late entry from Layer Cake. But hands down the award this year goes to Danny Elfman for Charlie & The Chocolate Factory, making an alright film into a pretty pretty damn good one.



We set the ladies & shepherds heartbeats a pumping now with the award for best Actor. Splendid performances this year from Gyllenhaal & Ledger. Giamatti in Sideways was a treat. Seymore Hoffman & Clooney are out as I ain't seen their flicks. A worthy shout out for Denzel WashingTAIN in Man On Fire. But my choice as mountain buddy this year goes to Eric Bana in Munich.



Now onto to the BIG cheese - Best Director - I often think it must be the hardest job in the world, as shit films are so see through. But the amount of quality produce around at the moment suggests plenty a hearty harvest in future years. Stand out numbers this year include Chris Nolan for Batman Begins, Paul Haggis for Crash, Tim Burton making the best films since Edward Scissorhands and the Cloonster. But the grand master gong this year goes to Speilberg for two excellent numbers in Munich & War Of The Worlds (Legend). Ang Lee wasn't nominated, as pretty as sheep & mountains are it was by no means his best film!



- Best Documentary - is a short one this year as I only recall seeing one, but it was so good that it deserved a hearty mention, and that mention goes to DIG! for being completely enthralling. Watch it if you can coz it digs man!



Now moving onto "the movies I missed first time around" category. - Best DVD - This year I've had the pleasure with catching up on the Big Screen numbers I missed at the picture house. Stand out praise for Passion Of The Christ, OldBoy, Collateral, Infernal Affairs, The Station Agent & Stuck On You. But the winner goes to Ong Bak for some meaty mother f*cking kick ass action! Right on, Wooo!!!











And that near enough wraps the 2006 LE Movie Awards up. Its been a pleasure to host you and hope to see you soon enough again for another star studded, diamond encrusted evening.

Good Night...

Fools (G)old

It's been an age since my last post so I'll apologise for that firstly. Sorry.

I haven't been able to muster any thoughts to post. No ideas at all. There's been a slight depression hanging over me in a mild way only affecting my blog. I've still been managing to get out of bed and perform my other daily routines. Which is lucky as my impact on the world is very important and the high levels of customer service that the jolly clientelle from B&Q have just got used to can't been seen to faulter.

Anyway enough of these weak excuses, I shall remind you of my promise of day one of The Limited Edition, that posts will be as fresh as the morning catch and so on......


It's been a while but I awoke this afternoon with an almighty hangover... Booze fueled and sickening... I felt so sick and needed to pee so badly that I had to think quickly to recall any embarrassing moments from the previous night. As the level of hungoverness would usually suggest at some point I had made a d*ck of myself. Fortunately I don't remember any particular moments of madness or any enthusiastic promises made to brand new aquaintances. So unless I'm reminded of an instance that I have no memory of, I got away with a good night intact.

We ended up in 4.2's and by no means was this decision made without my enthusiastic imput. I hadn't been there for almost three years. That occasion was the night the Ricky Charm worked it's magic on Miss Mora for the first time. Its the reasuring smell of vomit that you could always rely on.



The place however has had something of a make over. The DJ both had moved, the toilets where well lit, the lingering vomit smell had been reigned in, and last but not least the indie kids of the noughties would have looked more suited to a bleedin catwalk. It was shocking. The dingey dark corners of old had all gone, I didn't spot one parker, and not one "on the seventh day god made manchester" t-shirt. It knocked me a little and when I went for a wander to see if I could identify a familiar face my search returned no results. I went to the bar and to add insult to injury I was clearly significantly older than all the bar staff.

In any club I always have this feeling of being a little intimidated by the bar staff. It's like they have the power over whether or not your night goes well. Without exception if you end up getting on with a bar person, male or female then your night is guaranteed to be that little bit better. Although last night the intimidation I had memorised from 4.2's wasn't there. It wasn't important or necessary to impress my fellow clubbers and the mighty bar staff didn't have the look of a hundred boozey club nights in their eyes. I think it was the aging processes kicking in again. Not that I've been out on the tiles persistantly for the last few years but these wee nippers seemed comfort fresh, coiled and ready to jump out of the ground.

I wont be rushing back but its good to see the youngsters are breaking there city shoes in the same places and backed up by the same old dutch courage I found necessary when approaching the dance floor - Saturdays bar offer was vodbul (trademake) at a quid a go. (Reliable 42's!)

No nonsense.

Over the last six months myself and few close friends have changed! It's a change that I to be quite frank didn't see coming!

For years I've been totally satisfied with the decisions I quite proudly made when I was 16(ish).

The choices I'm talking about are that of beer! As with any youngster hoping to climb up the social ladder, to get a taste for the amber nectar was as vital as your voice breaking or your pits smelling. Just another step towards adulthood.

Myself, and my friends, of whom I feel I can speak on behalf of were contented with the fizzy wife beating, headache inducing liquids of Stella Artois, Heineken and the odd Fosters. These fine beverages went down well on cold winter evenings and barmy summer afternoons. They helped us mature and contemplate, dance & fall over, they made the boring people interesting and the ugly people, pretty.

What on earth could shake this seemingly perfect world?!

I tell you now... It is BITTER.......



Bitter is a substance I can remember from early childhood, looking on at my Dad drink this mulch with excitement in his eyes. It was inconceivable what positives could be found when my 5 (approx) year old palette tasted this dish water. "Errr its orrible" or there abouts was a remark I must have furnished my Dad with numerous times, "I'll never drink that!".

And then on to my teens when I was acquiring a taste for the bubbly amber nectar, the flat, thick glass clinging bitter held no appeal and never would.

However, times do change, I am now in my twentyfifth year and as with Eric and Acacia Road my taste buds have made an amazing transformation.

They love the smooth, creamy taste. The amazingly long lasting snow white heads. The gasless satisfaction. The effort required in pumping the hearty life blood from the cellars below. And not only that, the amounts and variations are seemingly endless. With many microbreweries in every city there's a new taste experience in every corner of the country.

I look forward to sampling the bitters & stouts of our fine land.

Cheers!

What seems to be the problem officer?

In July 2002 Philo, Sladylad & I joined Gaz in Greece for a spot of island hopping! The following snaps tell not only a graphic tale of those weeks but also serve as a warning for anybody wishing to indulge to highly when on holiday. Let the flick of Philo & Sladylad be a lesson to all!

Sadly this was also the one & only time in my life I experimented with hair products, my decision to quit my relationship with the waxy stuff was a wise one of which I'm sure you'll agree. (Enlarge the final snap for a laugh!)

Working wounds

I SLASHED my arm with a chisel this week at college. It was a bleeder! It took two, yes 2 plaster to cover it. It's my first proper tool related injury and without sounding to proud it was a goody.

It's amazing how whenever you show off a wound almost everyone (every men) have even better scars and wound stories than you do.

The "oh that's nothing" and "check this one out" stun me! I've had a mixture this week of real horror stories. From the mates of mates to them themselves my poxy chisel wound gash is an ants piss in the ocean. I heard someone lost the entire underside of their hand in a big planing machine. A nutter who had all his fingers cut off with a band saw and due to the lack of medical expertise at the time couldn't have them sawn back on so kept them on their work bench. (God knows how he managed to carry on with his job, mental note - ask how he carried on with his job). Then there were ripping off of finger nails and tips. And the efficient sanding down to the bear bone stories.

The one aspect of a good old cut is that it makes me remember that I'm just skin and muscle and sinew and blood and bone and fat. When the first Autopsy programme was on the box last year I had a real revulsion at the thought of seeing a body being cut up.
I don't have any moral problem with this kind of programme being on the TV. I never have any problem with anything on the box, you've got control of what you watch, but for me Professor Gunther von Hagens the creepy German human butcher and dead people being cut up made me feel a little sick.

However when the new series came on a few weeks ago I felt a little compelled to watch it. I seemed to forget what the programme would entail and sat there in anticipation ready to watch my first autopsy.
There were introductions and everything was keep completely scientific and clinical, everything was explained. But when this 90 year old woman was wheeled out and exposed all ridged and grey everything I'd forgotten to remember flooded back. I've never seen a real dead body. I find the whole thought of seeing one quite upsetting. I've never had any inclination to see the bodies of relatives who have died and when this body came onto the screen and the first incision was made my brain shorted. I got as far as the subcutaneous fat and I had to turn over.

I'm sure I'll never watch or attempt to watch an autopsy again, 10 minutes was more that I could handle. I realise that the body is just meat and it gives me a respect for doctors and surgeons how they seemingly have this ability to look at a body as an object to fix.

The way my chisel went into me like a knife through chicken may well have taught me to be a little more careful in the future. I'll make a promise not to jigsaw a finger off or bash a nail into myself. And Jeez you better believe there's no f*cking chance my bodies going to medical research!

AIR BAND

It was the great SladyLads 25th birthday this weekend and on Saturday he and SladyLass had a wee bite to eat followed by a few (to many) sherberts at our urban loft retreat (flat)!
Peace Out!!


This grand evening included a quite momentous game of Trivia Pursuit, Boys v Girls to which I may unsurprisingly add we Men dominated from start to finish, first pie to last cheese etc etc!!














However the fun had only just begun, not only did Marco and I appreciate the small pleasure of the widget we formed a band which, if we had the time to direct our energy and talent would probably be the best band in the world! I'll let you decide but I'm sure you can see talent when it's looking at you! Holy Smoke, there's music in Slady's fingers!

Generations

Lil'Billy Weaver made his UK debut appearance this weekend!

Ma Weaver organised a big do to indroduce him to his new family!

From Billy's perspective and from left to right we have Great Great Aunty Olive, Cousin Max, Dad Simon, Aunty Charlotte, Great Granny Johns, Billy Himself, Uncle Richard, 2nd Cousin Helen, Cousin Lucy & last but not least 2nd Cousin Christopher!

iya playin out???

Was the most used phrase of our childhoods! This stopped when I was about 12 for something a little more gruntish!

Age however doesn't stop boys "playin out"!

I've scanned a few snaps of me & the boys playin in the Autumn of 2002, these stunts weren't all done on the same day but they were highly wreckless yet polished acts of madness that we couldn't stop ourselves from doing. (not philo though, his bones are made from hoover fluff).

The first were taken down "the streams."


Warming up for the big one!


Leaping Leprechauns Batman...


This was a windy day on Rooley Moor and at Greenbooth.

See how many flicks Peggy the Dog sneaks onto!









































































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