While writing about sport I hear a bleep bleep and then about a minute later another and then again and then going through to the kitchen to put on lunch I worked out it was the gas alarm. I telephoned the number under the pull down cover but could not work out what to do from what I was told so remembering the Internet site found that and followed the instruction there which were different from those on the telephone and which enabled the battery cover to be removed and then the batteries which stopped the bleeting. I then completed the on line form which was immediately acknowledged and then was sent the instructions for the Freepost return.
I have had some good eating over the past week including the second packet of fifty mini doughnuts, éclairs, chocolate cakes and profiteroles. Yesterday for lunch before the cricket there was thick tender piece of steak with tinned vegetables and on Saturday a large piece of chicken breast chopped with some peas into a ready made Tikka Masala with some egg friend rice. On Friday there was some plain fish with a selection of breaded prawns. On Monday I chopped up two pieces of pork shoulder into a vegetable stir fry with a spicy sauce. There was also a Tex Mex platter with the last of the Indian snacks added in. For the two days at cricket I bought ready made chicken and bacon salads and also enjoyed three made up salads from Morrisons with prawns and one with tinned sardines. Not had many soups possible two of three and for pud there has been a variety between cherries still £1 pack and Blackberries similar price now that the price of the raspberries has increased. But as the week progressed there were also cartons of grapes reduced from £4 for 2 to £3. On the last visit to Asda small sweet melons had been reduced from 75p to 50 so I bought 3. For breakfasts it has been cereal interspersed with three ready made sausage and mash.
I watched several awful films the first of which is called Dinner for Schmucks although in fairness it was as bad as Sex in the City 2.
In Dinner for Schmucks, described as a screwball comedy based on the novel Le Díner de Cons (Dinner of Cretins) by Francis Veber. The plot is an invitation to bring a guest to a special dinner with the intention of finding the biggest idiot or cretin to amuse the guests. This is an opportunity for the main character Tim described as an ambition financial executive to gain a top contract and gain competitive status with his peers in the firm.
Tim meets his ideal guest by bumping into Barry while driving his Porsche who is the middle of the road retrieving a dead mouse for one of his mouse dioramas which he spends all his time creating when not working for the USA income tax service- the IRS
There are diversions from what otherwise would have been a straightforward who can humiliate someone most plot. Barry, who is par as an ambitious competitive financial executive, has an attractive but stupidly impressionable and volatile emotional girlfriend who becomes infatuated with an equally obnoxious creative artist who she goes off with for a dirty weekend when under the impression her would be fiancée is back with a one night stand tart from his past has encountered once more. In order to try an get the love of his life back he goes with Barry to his IRS office in an effort to try and find the address of the weekend retreat the couple have escaped to from the IRS records but they encounter the boss, one Therman Murch who has developed mind control and taken away Barry’s wife to live with him.
There are various complications before the fateful dinner which is supposed to be funny but varies from stupidity to silly or silly to stupidity. At the dinner the other guests find the performance of Barry hilarious and are about to vote him winner when Tim’s rival in the firm produces Murch who mind controls Barry into making a greater fool of himself than usual. This so upsets Tim who has found Barry genuine, loyal and likeable that he tells him the truth of the situation and helps him to turn the tables on his boss and rejects the opportunity which the dinner would have given to him and during the fracas the host loses a finger which a vulture takes away through a smashed window. Back home as his would be fiancée is collecting her belongings to go off with the artist to Paris she overhears Tim saying how much he loves her and wishes he had concentrated on winning her affection rather than on his career.
The film has a diorama postscript in which the two marry and honeymoon in Paris. Barry has a relationship with the former one night stand good time girl friend of Tim, does some artwork for the creative artist and hosts a monthly breakfast for champions for all the losers. The IRS man writes a successful book from a mental hospital while Tim and his bride are involved in the creation of a new museum in Switzerland with the minus finger financier while the firm for whom Tim worked collapses with the owner branded Wall Street’s Biggest Loser. Wonderful nonsense but not a laughable funny to be enjoyed.
I believe I have switched on to the TV Show Sex in the City to see what the fuss was about but it was so awful that I could not bear to stay for more than a few moments. Recently the arrival of Sex in the City 2 on Sky films posed too great an opportunity to see what the fuss was about again in relation to the films, the first was released in 2008.
I am assuming from the incredulous 146 minutes of this film which I viewed in less than half an hour via the fast forward button that the attraction from this mass audience box office success that young men feel obliged to take the young girls to see the film at weekends in order to learn what makes a woman happy and the girls go find out the secret of how to remain an independently sexually happy person before the realities of on going relationships and marriage with children as well as the need to marry someone able to enable you to wear the latest fashions.
The difference between the original series and the first film is the passage of two years enjoying what they have striven for and learning getting what you want only lasts until you have got it. There is a reminder of how it all began with a brief return to 1986 as a flashback early on in the film. There is then an extraordinary over the top same sex wedding which appears to have more to do with Busby Berkeley make believe than anything to do with reality and appears to also have nothing to do with the present film.
The film is primarily about the experience of the four women in the make believe Arab city of Abu Dhabi. One of the four has been approached by a Sheik to devised a PR campaign for his business (unlikely nonsense) and then agrees that she can bring the three others with her on an all expenses paid luxury vacation although the film explain why he should do this before she has accomplished the required work unless the point is to sell the value of paying for a luxury vacation. By luxury this means separate first class cabins on the flight out and a top hotel suit with a male butler for each as well as their separate limo’s although for some reason they are allowed to visit the local market quartet without escorts which does not make sense given the rest of what happens on their visit which includes a visit into the desert for a luxury picnic and camel ride.
One of the quartet encounters a former boyfriend and during a “harmless” look back date they kiss about which she has much angst feels obliged to admit to her husband. Their relationship has reached a difficult stage where he is content to stay home and watch giant screen TV including adding one to their bedroom. She wants to dine out and socialise while he is content with home delivery and on their anniversary she gives him a Rolex hoping for jewellery in return but he produces the TV. He produces a black diamond ring to remind of their relationship and the big screen TV has gone.
Samantha the PR lady is a single 52 and self conscious about the impact of the approaching menopause on her love life. She lives by a manual of drug remedies which are confiscated at the airport. During the desert trip she encounters a wild Dane and back in the city there is public display of sexual interest which lands her in jail and a record and to cancellation of the PR contract offer and an end of further paying for expense of their luxury lifestyle so they are forced to quickly return home.
The third of the quartet is the most stupid in that until the others draw attention she thinks nothing of the fact that her hired help has big boobs and does not wear a Bra and has everyman she encounters leering at her. The woman has become preoccupied with her own inadequacies and demands as a mother of two undisciplined children, for which she appears to have no natural abilities. She panics at the thought of her husband alone with the nanny while she is away but she had no need to worry because on return she discovers the nanny is a lesbian. The fourth member has quit her job because she has just worked out the reality of working in competitive capitalism. In Abu D the two mothers commiserates with their lot and the fourth woman confesses she misses work, the loss of identity and hates domesticity. Back home she finds a job where she is appreciated.
The four women have to visit the market for some last minute shopping where they enrage the local men by their appearance and behaviour and are rescued by several Arab women appropriate dressed complete with the Burka. However the woman are meeting in secret to discuss the same book which has become the bible for Samantha and under their black outfits they are wearing the latest New York fashions, proving that cutting across races and religions here are the same number and level of irresponsible, self centres, emotionally driven too much money and time for their own good females. I am not sure what is the moral message of the film except that perhaps Muslim Arab men have the right approach? I think not. That hot sex is preferable to marriage and children? Perhaps! Although there is a price to pay if you disregard local conventions. The film is in the same ilk as those Joan Collins movies about disco night clubs and the airport bookshop holiday blockbusters or do I mean bonkbusters? Or as a tennis player I admire once said. You can’t be serious. The film grossed three times the original $100 million now that is serious and News of the World.
I have had some good eating over the past week including the second packet of fifty mini doughnuts, éclairs, chocolate cakes and profiteroles. Yesterday for lunch before the cricket there was thick tender piece of steak with tinned vegetables and on Saturday a large piece of chicken breast chopped with some peas into a ready made Tikka Masala with some egg friend rice. On Friday there was some plain fish with a selection of breaded prawns. On Monday I chopped up two pieces of pork shoulder into a vegetable stir fry with a spicy sauce. There was also a Tex Mex platter with the last of the Indian snacks added in. For the two days at cricket I bought ready made chicken and bacon salads and also enjoyed three made up salads from Morrisons with prawns and one with tinned sardines. Not had many soups possible two of three and for pud there has been a variety between cherries still £1 pack and Blackberries similar price now that the price of the raspberries has increased. But as the week progressed there were also cartons of grapes reduced from £4 for 2 to £3. On the last visit to Asda small sweet melons had been reduced from 75p to 50 so I bought 3. For breakfasts it has been cereal interspersed with three ready made sausage and mash.
I watched several awful films the first of which is called Dinner for Schmucks although in fairness it was as bad as Sex in the City 2.
In Dinner for Schmucks, described as a screwball comedy based on the novel Le Díner de Cons (Dinner of Cretins) by Francis Veber. The plot is an invitation to bring a guest to a special dinner with the intention of finding the biggest idiot or cretin to amuse the guests. This is an opportunity for the main character Tim described as an ambition financial executive to gain a top contract and gain competitive status with his peers in the firm.
Tim meets his ideal guest by bumping into Barry while driving his Porsche who is the middle of the road retrieving a dead mouse for one of his mouse dioramas which he spends all his time creating when not working for the USA income tax service- the IRS
There are diversions from what otherwise would have been a straightforward who can humiliate someone most plot. Barry, who is par as an ambitious competitive financial executive, has an attractive but stupidly impressionable and volatile emotional girlfriend who becomes infatuated with an equally obnoxious creative artist who she goes off with for a dirty weekend when under the impression her would be fiancée is back with a one night stand tart from his past has encountered once more. In order to try an get the love of his life back he goes with Barry to his IRS office in an effort to try and find the address of the weekend retreat the couple have escaped to from the IRS records but they encounter the boss, one Therman Murch who has developed mind control and taken away Barry’s wife to live with him.
There are various complications before the fateful dinner which is supposed to be funny but varies from stupidity to silly or silly to stupidity. At the dinner the other guests find the performance of Barry hilarious and are about to vote him winner when Tim’s rival in the firm produces Murch who mind controls Barry into making a greater fool of himself than usual. This so upsets Tim who has found Barry genuine, loyal and likeable that he tells him the truth of the situation and helps him to turn the tables on his boss and rejects the opportunity which the dinner would have given to him and during the fracas the host loses a finger which a vulture takes away through a smashed window. Back home as his would be fiancée is collecting her belongings to go off with the artist to Paris she overhears Tim saying how much he loves her and wishes he had concentrated on winning her affection rather than on his career.
The film has a diorama postscript in which the two marry and honeymoon in Paris. Barry has a relationship with the former one night stand good time girl friend of Tim, does some artwork for the creative artist and hosts a monthly breakfast for champions for all the losers. The IRS man writes a successful book from a mental hospital while Tim and his bride are involved in the creation of a new museum in Switzerland with the minus finger financier while the firm for whom Tim worked collapses with the owner branded Wall Street’s Biggest Loser. Wonderful nonsense but not a laughable funny to be enjoyed.
I believe I have switched on to the TV Show Sex in the City to see what the fuss was about but it was so awful that I could not bear to stay for more than a few moments. Recently the arrival of Sex in the City 2 on Sky films posed too great an opportunity to see what the fuss was about again in relation to the films, the first was released in 2008.
I am assuming from the incredulous 146 minutes of this film which I viewed in less than half an hour via the fast forward button that the attraction from this mass audience box office success that young men feel obliged to take the young girls to see the film at weekends in order to learn what makes a woman happy and the girls go find out the secret of how to remain an independently sexually happy person before the realities of on going relationships and marriage with children as well as the need to marry someone able to enable you to wear the latest fashions.
The difference between the original series and the first film is the passage of two years enjoying what they have striven for and learning getting what you want only lasts until you have got it. There is a reminder of how it all began with a brief return to 1986 as a flashback early on in the film. There is then an extraordinary over the top same sex wedding which appears to have more to do with Busby Berkeley make believe than anything to do with reality and appears to also have nothing to do with the present film.
The film is primarily about the experience of the four women in the make believe Arab city of Abu Dhabi. One of the four has been approached by a Sheik to devised a PR campaign for his business (unlikely nonsense) and then agrees that she can bring the three others with her on an all expenses paid luxury vacation although the film explain why he should do this before she has accomplished the required work unless the point is to sell the value of paying for a luxury vacation. By luxury this means separate first class cabins on the flight out and a top hotel suit with a male butler for each as well as their separate limo’s although for some reason they are allowed to visit the local market quartet without escorts which does not make sense given the rest of what happens on their visit which includes a visit into the desert for a luxury picnic and camel ride.
One of the quartet encounters a former boyfriend and during a “harmless” look back date they kiss about which she has much angst feels obliged to admit to her husband. Their relationship has reached a difficult stage where he is content to stay home and watch giant screen TV including adding one to their bedroom. She wants to dine out and socialise while he is content with home delivery and on their anniversary she gives him a Rolex hoping for jewellery in return but he produces the TV. He produces a black diamond ring to remind of their relationship and the big screen TV has gone.
Samantha the PR lady is a single 52 and self conscious about the impact of the approaching menopause on her love life. She lives by a manual of drug remedies which are confiscated at the airport. During the desert trip she encounters a wild Dane and back in the city there is public display of sexual interest which lands her in jail and a record and to cancellation of the PR contract offer and an end of further paying for expense of their luxury lifestyle so they are forced to quickly return home.
The third of the quartet is the most stupid in that until the others draw attention she thinks nothing of the fact that her hired help has big boobs and does not wear a Bra and has everyman she encounters leering at her. The woman has become preoccupied with her own inadequacies and demands as a mother of two undisciplined children, for which she appears to have no natural abilities. She panics at the thought of her husband alone with the nanny while she is away but she had no need to worry because on return she discovers the nanny is a lesbian. The fourth member has quit her job because she has just worked out the reality of working in competitive capitalism. In Abu D the two mothers commiserates with their lot and the fourth woman confesses she misses work, the loss of identity and hates domesticity. Back home she finds a job where she is appreciated.
The four women have to visit the market for some last minute shopping where they enrage the local men by their appearance and behaviour and are rescued by several Arab women appropriate dressed complete with the Burka. However the woman are meeting in secret to discuss the same book which has become the bible for Samantha and under their black outfits they are wearing the latest New York fashions, proving that cutting across races and religions here are the same number and level of irresponsible, self centres, emotionally driven too much money and time for their own good females. I am not sure what is the moral message of the film except that perhaps Muslim Arab men have the right approach? I think not. That hot sex is preferable to marriage and children? Perhaps! Although there is a price to pay if you disregard local conventions. The film is in the same ilk as those Joan Collins movies about disco night clubs and the airport bookshop holiday blockbusters or do I mean bonkbusters? Or as a tennis player I admire once said. You can’t be serious. The film grossed three times the original $100 million now that is serious and News of the World.
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