Enjoy your Rabbit

Yo, yo.

Anaesthetics. The flipside of orthopaedics in many ways, it is controlled and monitored, it involves little to no blood spillage and is relatively interesting.

Now that that's out of the way, to the worthwhile part of the week:
Went to see Low on Friday night in Glasgow. Was good, quite shambolic in some ways, with Alan Sparhawk seemingly randomly switching on and off various pieces of noice making equipment. I'm not sure if this new 'loud/fast' sound sits entirely well with the man but he seems to be having a good time anyway. The new songs are coming across well in a live setting, but you do lose some of that sense of bewilderment at the harmonies between Mimi and Alan when there is a growling riff in the background. Kid Dakota were surprisingly good, along their songs were a little meandering at points. Made me think...'hmm, I could write songs like that'.. But I couldn't sing songs like that. Sounds good on the record, I'd say. Regretting not buying it when I was there. Will maybe borrow it off Pete at some point if I can prize it from his huge food-caked fingers.

Watched 'Chocolat' last night. Ok, call me an unfeeling Philistine if you like but I thought it was pretty poor, especially as everyone gave up on their weak French accents after the first scene. The cinematography was also fairly uninteresting reflecting the inaneness (inanity?) of the plot. Maybe if I had stayed awake long enough to watch the end of the film I would have enjoyed it but I just couldn't identify with any of the characters; Judi Dench had a reasonable performance, but she rarely turns in anything too bad (it's no Iris, mind you). Still to see Anchorman...one of those films everyone keeps recommending. I'm looking forward to 'The Aquatic Life of Steve Zissou', the new Wes Anderson film - The Royal Tenebaums is one of my favourite films, although I can never pinpoint exactly why.

Just a last wee note:
Ireland 19-13 England. A pretty poor game of rugby but a result of which to be proud. Sure the referring decisions went our way but that makes a change - usually the English are 'cheatin' bandits' to steal a phrase from a Glaswegian friend of mine. I can't stand the biased BBC commentary, however. It makes the game almost unlistenable. If I was slightly less lazy I might have half a mind to write to them and tell them just what I think, but perhaps my white hot venemous rage might cool after several words. The last two games (France and Wales) are going to be pretty tough, I can't see us winning both of them. Ah well.

Hurray, no timetabled events tomorrow. Hope you have a fulfilling last day of February.