Keep It Simple

Tonight, Ray and I watched movies. Movie Night is, as a concept not very original, and I suspect it barely registers on the 'interesting scale', but the classics are classics for a reason. Talking of classics, I plan to read Jane Eyre at some point soon, and Little Women, and some Dickens and maybe a bit more Bronte. Obviously not until I have finished After the Break, by GMTV's Penny Smith.

Ray and I watch a lot of movies. We only watch the good ones though, so as much as I dont want to preach, these are worth watching. Two days ago we watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Dead Poets Society and I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry, and tonight we watched Ella Enchanted, Ice Princess and The Princess Diaries. I cried at Dead Poets Society (understandable, if not mandatory) but that's not saying much because I also cried at Ice Princess. And One Tree Hill, frequently. You probably havent seen Ice Princess. It is about a girl who uses physics to become extraordinarily good at ice skating, and it stars Buffy the Vampire Slayer's little sister, who was also in 17 Again, and Samantha from Sex and the City, as well as the legendary Joan Cusack. I adore Joan Cusack, but I cant really explain why. I was ill one day, and as I went to bed I realised that every film I'd watched that day had Joan Cusack in it. It was a surprising realisation.

That's the best part of Movie Night - the 'what else has she been in' game. I won tonight because I spotted that the evil man in Ella Enchanted is also in The Princess Bride. You know, the blonde one with the mask. Ray didnt believe me, so if anything it was a great moment. Also it may seem that tonight was quite Anne Hathaway based, but that's fine. Anne Hathaway is a beautiful and talented woman, although at the moment (think Bride Wars) she is a bit too thin. Having said that, I'd love someone to tell me I was too thin. It would mean I could eat a whole tube of Pringles and not feel guilty, but there we are. The other day I ate a whole packet of bread sticks. I did not feel good about it. As usual, I am supposed to be on a diet.

Furthermore (my English teachers were always pushing words like 'furthermore' onto us. My English teachers all hated me, which is a shame) sitting around all night in your pyjamas is not only free but also allows, nay necessitates unlimited cups of tea. And tea, as we all know, is truly excellent. Except in America, where it is truly mad.

Luckily, Charlie Carter did not walk in when we were being graceful ice skaters around the living room. Hopefully he will not walk in when we attempt to learn the dance from Funny Face, or when I show off my Hannah Montana-esq moves to the Hoedown Showdown.

That is all.

Tomorrow, we plan to go to a car boot sale. We'll see.