On the other hand, I made great salads yesterday to go with roast organic chicken which I had marinaded in harissa, yoghurt and plum vinegar, and wrapped in wild garlic, and stuffed with elephant garlic, which mashed into the most wonderful gravy after I had slow cooked for about five hours. I sauted fresh peas in a little olive oil with fine chopped onion, then stirred them with puy lentils and lemon juice; I grilled thin slices of courgette until they were partly black, and left them to sit in avocado oil with basil from one of the pots outside; I sliced tomatoes and mozzarella and drizzled hemp oil onto them.
This was my watching Doctor Who meal for vschanoes and my sweetie. And it was worth the effort and sitting over a hot stove on a hot day.
Everyone has squeed - prime time boy kissage, uberRose, BadWolf resolution, and so on. Captain Jack is marooned in the future, but will presumably contact the 'drive you home' service for time travellers. He can find Rose and the Doctor, both of whom presumably think him dead, by contacting Mickey, whom he can trace through the website. Imagine Mickey and Jackie's delight at having Captain Jack drop by...In fact, someone write that for me pretty please.
Meanwhile, wish I could squee about 'Batman Begins' or 'Mr and Mrs Smith' which were the attempt by paratti and me to avoid heat. Christopher Nolan is good with actors but is far too fussy with fight scenes; you can't see their feet, and you hardly see a punch land. He and Goyer write dialogue that is portentous to the point of embarrassment - it is actually hard to tell whether Katie Holmes is any good, and she was OK in 'Go', because the dialogue is so weak in the love scenes. Say 'Michael Caine is Alfred and Gary Oldman is Gordon' and you know that the box will contain what it says; Linus Roache and Cillian Murphy and Liam Neeson are all terrific, and Christian Bale would do just fine if he had good lines to speak. Rutger Hauer and Morgan Freeman phone it in, but they have become icons, so they can. And it looks pretty good; weird to watch it and walk out into Docklands.
As for 'Mr and Mrs Smith', WTF? Angelina fab, Brad more than OK, Vince Vaughn entirely wasted except for a few scenes. Enough hints of slashiness to please, though sort of copped out on - Jane Smith clearly an enormous slut to whom honey traps are mother's milk, hence her high killing score made up of couples. And VV's character obviously in love with John, so in love. And all Angelina's girlies, bless. And the fights in the house work, because we know our way around it, whereas we don't the hardware store..Why did it take two super-assassination agencies five years to notice agents married to each other? Why, after five years in which it had clearly made no difference, did they start putting out hits on them? How did John and Jane not check each other out, or wonder what a rookie like Adam Brody's character was doing being a priority target? And what happened at the end - they kill a lot of John's colleagues, so suddenly everything is cool again. Either they were supposed to die - memo to evil overlords' minions, always take the head shot - or there is half a last act missing. A jokey marriage guidance counsellng epilogue does not cut it as an ending, especially when we suspect that the earlier counselling scenes were an afterthought. And when will someone use Angelina Jolie properly? She is beautiful, hot and talented and always gets wasted - I watched 'Gia' last night and she was the only reason to keep watching. Well, OK, if you speeded up the lesbian action, it was hotter than in slow motion. Don't do drugs is only a good message if you show someone with a convincing drugs career, rather than leaping from the odd toot of coke to shooting up and sharing needles with almost nothing in between except for slow motion lesbian sex and fashion shoots. OTOH, Jolie really good at playing femme-presenting baby butch.
I want a movie with her, Eliza Dushku and Jordana Brewster lined up and power walking. A propos of which, check out the wonderfully silly manip faithtastic did the other day.
Meanwhile, a new quasi-section of the novel is done and, almost, a new chapter of 'Teen Dreams'. Could anyone who wants the new bit of Mara prod me by e-mail? Next, old but still cool Polly and Mara in the French Revolution.