After watching Harry Enfield and Paul Whitehouse’s new TV series on Friday, I cannot take Dragon’s Den seriously anymore…
After watching The Strangers on Friday, it got me thinking…
The two lead characters (played by Scott Speedman and Liv Tyler) were rather stupid. There they were, trapped in a house in the middle of nowhere, with a group of psychopaths trying to break in and kill them. What did they do? They just waited to die – pathetic!
It’s a shame for them that they never rented the film Home Alone. If movies have taught us nothing else, it’s that when criminals try to break into your house, the best way to deal with them is to lay booby traps everywhere. This is guaranteed to work every time, with hilarious results.
When I was a kid, I was always told “Don’t talk to strangers” there was also “If a man comes up to you and asks if you would like some sweets, say no” and everyone’s favourite “Never go with a man if he asks you to go and look at some puppies in the boot of his car”
So, why should you be afraid of strange people? Well, after watching The Strangers this afternoon, I know why – and it isn’t because they may turn out to be like Gary Glitter…
The advert for the film was on TV the other week. The commercial itself was enough to frighten Claire and me, so I was very wary about watching the actual movie!
Jon came round, so, in his company, I plucked up the courage to put it on. A lot of the movie was watched from behind the safety of a cushion, with fingers in ears – yes, I’m a pussy.
All I can say is I am glad I watched it from the safety of my flat and not in the cinema – too many moments to make you jump out your skin.
Not a suitable film for anybody with a heart condition or prone to loose bowel movements.
I bought another Euromillions ticket for tonight’s draw. Nobody won it last week, so the jackpot today is supposed to be around £92million.
If I win, I want to become a member of that Abu Dhabi club who bought Manchester City. They seem to have quite a bit of money.
For my tea tonight, I decided to make pizza. Yes, that’s MAKE, not DEFROST or ORDER FROM TAKEAWAY.
I cheated a little by using a base mix. Even though I followed the recipe, I still ended up with a sticky mess and nothing which could even resemble a pizza. Half a bag of flour later, I was able roll out the dough.
One of the reasons I rarely cook is because I make a mess. As you can see, tonight was no different.
The pizza came out OK, and as I am not dead after eating it, I think I avoided poisoning myself.
About Me
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You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
