i am really digging mr wroe's virgins by jane rogers, as i am digging this not working life... nowadays i read abit when i wake up, (the last couple of days i've also done a sudoku whilst still in bed, before my cup of tea), the ice is singing was rich with humanity and real emotional landscapes and this one is proving to be thus also...
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i saw charlie and the chocolate factory last night with spanna, she who is closer to my work situation than others, lending me a little of the green stuff and quite possibly when i'm in the money again & i give it back she'll need it... in work now, but only a 12 week contract...
lovely to see her, just right to see charlie with her (although it would have been good felinity&me fodder as well... oh the subtleties of saving films for people...), we saw it for free with some of the magic tickets that i got (hidden inside a bar of candy)... candy.... CANDY.....? the only thing i didn't like about it, which me & felinity noted when we saw the trailer... it is not candy it is chocolate... (it is not called charlie and the candy factory for example)
spanna worked with lots of the people who did corpse bride, (all with puppets she says)... oompa loompa's almost made us cry with laughing, a certain hitchhikers edge to it i felt, with the voiceover - and then the elevator...
the graze on my chest has faded to a bruise, yellow it is... reminder of my mishap... a little red in the centre where it is still a graze, before i thought it was leaf shaped, now i think it's like a flame...
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