The Godfather, three attempts at getting through the first 20 minutes of mind numbing tedium, three fails. I’m guessing it must get good at some point for all the worship it gets. Not for me.
Not to mention having played on the same pitch as Messi. I often wonder what happens in the scramble to get Messi’s shirt, or whether there’s an understanding that the opposition aren’t allowed to ask for it.
Good Will Hunting (“It’s not your fault”)
Bridges of Madison County (Meryl Streep’s hand resting on the car door handle at the intersection stop light)
😭😭
As a social anxiety sufferer that would be off-the-scale terrifying, although the reality is rarely as bad as the weeks of dreaded imaginings and self-defeating mental run-throughs leading up to it, plus the insomnia the night before etc.
Without wanting to sound like more of an arsehole than usual, just back from a Seaford sea swim and I sat on the beach in the sun afterwards in just budgie smugglers soaking up the sun, it was bloody glorious, and I’m someone who hates the cold and suffers from Renaulds and appalling...
Exactly, H, one of ours is retiring and a couple of us have said we’ll catch up with you for lunch/coffee outside of the leaving do circus because we genuinely like the person, but don’t want to spend hours in the company of the rest. Don’t get me wrong, I get on with just about everyone and...
The reality is, almost no one deep down wants to go on work dos/drinks. You spend your working week abiding, what for the large part a bunch of uninspiring bores and a few outright objectionable idiots, with whom you have little in common, but are obliged to be in the same space as, for more...
Love him as we do (see also ‘Swanny’), Questions fires out 20-odd arrows a day, hoping one will hit the spot, unfortunately the majority rarely do.
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