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I'm basically being trolled by cats now. I just cleaned out my keyboard, and there was at least one full cats worth of fur stuffed under the keys. They must get together to poke it down there when I'm not around. None of which is what I came here to post. What did I come here to post? Nothing. Something. I ought to post something, as I never do, and the rest of you lead interesting lives, or at least manage to make yourselves sound interesting, and I'm just here being me.
I read a book! It was a very nice book. It's called The Tyrannosaur Chronicles, by Dave Hone (except he's called David Hone on the cover, to make himself sound more serious and sciencey). It's all about the biology of tyrannosaurs, and what we know, and how we know what we know, and it's full of nice diagrams of skeletons. Also it's purple. 99.9% of you aren't remotely interested, but I'm recommending it anyway, as I promised I would. (I read some other books too, but this one was best).
I've also been watching films, on and off. I've been trying to watch one a week, as I haven't really watched films in years, and to start with I decided it was high time I got around to seeing the Back To The Future trilogy. It's supposedly one of those iconic 80s things, but despite seeing the first one at the cinema about two million years ago, I'd never seen the others. I shan't be bothering again! Although the third one wasn't entirely bad. Then I rewatched the Indiana Jones trilogy to make me feel better about 80s films (and indeed 80s film trilogies, I suppose). That was much, much better. Also 100% more Tip Tipping. The Last Crusade also featured surprise Julian Glover, which was nice. And then after that, I watched the proper Star Wars trilogy, because they actually put out the proper, non-fiddled-with version on DVD, and Amazon was nice enough to be selling it second hand for 12p. Han clearly fires first, sorry George. It was lots of fun, but sadly Return Of The Jedi left me with the Ewok theme song stuck in my head for three days. Here: click at your peril. Dear me, the eighties were a strange place at times.
Changing direction entirely, the tulips have been good this year. They came from a bag that said "assorted colours", and I'm quite pleased with the result. Lots of bicoloured ones, which are very effective. I like how some are red with yellow bits, and some are yellow with red bits. They're funky. And falling apart now (I took these pictures weeks ago, but never got around to doing anything with them).
With the warmer weather, I've also been trying to get back into some (semi) regular hill-walking (a somewhat grand term, which here means "wandering about the place, whilst miraculously not having got lost yet"). Recently I met a friendly moorhen:
A rather large pig:
A lot of very small sheep (and some bigger ones):
And then just lately a shedload of bluebells:
Seriously, it's like the whole of Gloucestershire just erupted in the things. It's either a particularly good year for them, or there's an invasion force massing.
No, it's no good. If I'm talking about bluebells, then I have clearly run out of things to say. So instead have some surprise Julian Glover. He refused to appear neatly in shot with Tip Tipping, which was extremely unsporting of him, but here he is peering into the tank that Tip's in. Or actually he's clearly peering into a prop, as the tank interior's obviously in a studio somewhere, but ssh, I don't think we're supposed to notice:
He's evil, obviously. It's an Indiana Jones film. Practically everybody's evil. And then here's Tip Tipping, fighting Sean Connery's hat:
He's evil too; although, to be fair, the hat did ask for it. It looks as though he has a Goatee Of Evil, but he doesn't. Denholm Elliott just attacked him with a pen.
I like Indiana Jones films. Why can't they make more films like that? Oh, and then I rewatched The Great Escape, which as usual was great fun, but is three blinking hours long, so it had to count as two films. Always good to see Ian Chesterton helping to co-ordinate the escape attempt, alongside James Garner being very cool, and lots of others being very stoic. But then they went and shot Illya again. They always do that, and it's really unfair. He looked about twelve back then. Shooting a twelve year old boy for saving Gordon Jackson's life is surely against the Geneva Convention? And then they shot Gordon Jackson anyway. Ruddy Nazis, they're no fun at all.
Except when they're Tip Tipping. Obviously.
Bye.
I read a book! It was a very nice book. It's called The Tyrannosaur Chronicles, by Dave Hone (except he's called David Hone on the cover, to make himself sound more serious and sciencey). It's all about the biology of tyrannosaurs, and what we know, and how we know what we know, and it's full of nice diagrams of skeletons. Also it's purple. 99.9% of you aren't remotely interested, but I'm recommending it anyway, as I promised I would. (I read some other books too, but this one was best).
I've also been watching films, on and off. I've been trying to watch one a week, as I haven't really watched films in years, and to start with I decided it was high time I got around to seeing the Back To The Future trilogy. It's supposedly one of those iconic 80s things, but despite seeing the first one at the cinema about two million years ago, I'd never seen the others. I shan't be bothering again! Although the third one wasn't entirely bad. Then I rewatched the Indiana Jones trilogy to make me feel better about 80s films (and indeed 80s film trilogies, I suppose). That was much, much better. Also 100% more Tip Tipping. The Last Crusade also featured surprise Julian Glover, which was nice. And then after that, I watched the proper Star Wars trilogy, because they actually put out the proper, non-fiddled-with version on DVD, and Amazon was nice enough to be selling it second hand for 12p. Han clearly fires first, sorry George. It was lots of fun, but sadly Return Of The Jedi left me with the Ewok theme song stuck in my head for three days. Here: click at your peril. Dear me, the eighties were a strange place at times.
Changing direction entirely, the tulips have been good this year. They came from a bag that said "assorted colours", and I'm quite pleased with the result. Lots of bicoloured ones, which are very effective. I like how some are red with yellow bits, and some are yellow with red bits. They're funky. And falling apart now (I took these pictures weeks ago, but never got around to doing anything with them).
With the warmer weather, I've also been trying to get back into some (semi) regular hill-walking (a somewhat grand term, which here means "wandering about the place, whilst miraculously not having got lost yet"). Recently I met a friendly moorhen:
A rather large pig:
A lot of very small sheep (and some bigger ones):
And then just lately a shedload of bluebells:
Seriously, it's like the whole of Gloucestershire just erupted in the things. It's either a particularly good year for them, or there's an invasion force massing.
No, it's no good. If I'm talking about bluebells, then I have clearly run out of things to say. So instead have some surprise Julian Glover. He refused to appear neatly in shot with Tip Tipping, which was extremely unsporting of him, but here he is peering into the tank that Tip's in. Or actually he's clearly peering into a prop, as the tank interior's obviously in a studio somewhere, but ssh, I don't think we're supposed to notice:
He's evil, obviously. It's an Indiana Jones film. Practically everybody's evil. And then here's Tip Tipping, fighting Sean Connery's hat:
He's evil too; although, to be fair, the hat did ask for it. It looks as though he has a Goatee Of Evil, but he doesn't. Denholm Elliott just attacked him with a pen.
I like Indiana Jones films. Why can't they make more films like that? Oh, and then I rewatched The Great Escape, which as usual was great fun, but is three blinking hours long, so it had to count as two films. Always good to see Ian Chesterton helping to co-ordinate the escape attempt, alongside James Garner being very cool, and lots of others being very stoic. But then they went and shot Illya again. They always do that, and it's really unfair. He looked about twelve back then. Shooting a twelve year old boy for saving Gordon Jackson's life is surely against the Geneva Convention? And then they shot Gordon Jackson anyway. Ruddy Nazis, they're no fun at all.
Except when they're Tip Tipping. Obviously.
Bye.