I was gearing up to write a pretty good entry here, but I just can’t be arsed any longer.
On the plus side I played at The Grange for the first time last night. Oodles of fun Unfortunately the guy I was playing with (club president Ali) got hurt after the first game. Still….nice club.
So that’s a shitty update, but it could have been worse. I could have posted pictures of dicks.
I will admit to a slight smile of satisfaction when I looked at the BBC website this morning and saw that Avatar hadn’t won everything under the sun. I haven’t actually seen the movie, so it may be unfair of me to say that, but I don’t care.
Nothing about these movies draws me to them enough to spend the time and money at the cinema. And I like going to the cinema. I really do. I forget that I do quite a lot, but that makes it a pleasant surprise when I come out at the end of a three hour stay (in a comfortable chair with a bottle of water) and genuinely feel like I’ve enjoyed the experience.
I loved the ‘Lord of the Rings’ movies. Loved them. I went several times in the cinema (see? I can be bought) and I own multiple copies of the DVDs.
Nothing drew me to go and see Avatar, even though I am sure that I will regret not seeing it in the cinema in full 3D glory. It looks like a movie you should see in the cinema. It looks like a popcorn movie. You want to be there with your mates. You want to get the full experience.
But nothing drew me to go and see Avatar. Yes, I have had a patent dislike of James Cameron since he did Titanic. No question. But I didn’t expect to really have no draw to this movie. It looks…empty.
LOTR had a lot of special effects. No question. But it had a lot of story and the story is what made it happen. Avatar doesn’t feel like it has that.
This is honestly the first time I’ve really enjoyed the Olympics, and I think I know why. I’ve really felt…well…Canadian the last few weeks.
It’s strange. I’ve lived abroad for so long now. Since coming to Scotland, I’ve felt more and more at home here. Scotland has become my home. In the back of my mind, I’ll always be Canadian, but I haven’t really felt a huge amount of patriotism the past 10 years. I’m not one to beat my chest every day and go on and on about it. I’m also proud to live in Scotland and to call this wonderful city home.
But this Olympics has really woke my sense of love and longing for home. Seeing the Canadian flags flying, watching the pride and excitement, it’s all be a wonderful reminder of why I’ve always been proud to be Canadian. And I’m missing my real home.
Tonight, I’ll be agonising with everyone else watching Canada play the US in the gold medal hockey game. Oh please oh please oh please. I’ve even brought out all my gear:
So I’ll be cheering madly for the boys tonight. And it’s been wonderful to be Canadian the past two weeks.
OK. I wasn’t happy about the 5-3 loss to the USA this week. Helpfully my business partner is an American and he emailed me at 02:30 or so to let me know of the score. Thankfully my phone was on silent, but it was one of the first things I saw when I woke up. Not pleasant.
To feel better, I thought I would include a wonderful article on how great Canadian banks are compared to their American (and British) cousins.
Went to see a performance of ‘Songs for an Airless Room’ by my old mate Martin Parker last night at the Cameo with Rachel, Gareth and Sherri. It was good. It was one of the more ‘together’ pieces I’ve heard from Martin in a while.
Martin’s a clever guy, and he has a good sense of humour in most of his pieces.
The opening film was good. It confirmed what everyone already knew: Teenagers are angst ridden and Japanese people are fucked up (just a joke…don’t complain). I liked the transition between the pieces as well.
Best part for me had to be the frantic build-up at the end. I love rhythm. I can’t help it. I love repetitive building of rhythm. And I love the ‘chunk chunka’
Yesterday game and went a bit too fast to manage a post. I was due to go to Glasgow and had to miss that (gutted) and then I, well, I missed the rest of the evening.
Good squash today, but I’m in pain now, so I’ll go.
Up early for the morning meeting (meetings should all start at 06:45, right?) and then a meeting with Mr Fraser with a potential new Franchise. We’re really kicking off on the Franchise front, which reminds me – have taken a table of 10 at the Scottish Franchise Breakfast, must fill places!
Andy and I left the office just before 19:00 tonight, and we headed out to have dinner together. We haven’t had much of an opportunity to do that lately, and it was great to be out as mates for an evening. There are times when the business takes over so much, we don’t really have as much time to be, well, mates.
Business is feeling good. I feel strong right now, like I’m starting to flex my (proverbial) muscles.
It’s been a long fight. A hard fight. And I’m really tired.