He looks like a Tampax. It's too risky.

Last night we watched french horror movie Frontier(s) and i was pleasantly suprised. I usually don't hold much stake in European horror films but i think i'm going to give them more of a chance after seeing this. The film's basic premise is there are riots in Paris because they are electing a conservative president and these muslim thiefs take advantage of these riots and organise a heist and plan to run off to Holland and live happily ever after with their stolen cash. They stop at a B&B at the border to regroup and rest and that's when the fun starts when it transpires that their hosts are a fanily of Nazi sympathising cannibals lead by the deranged patriarch and former SS officer Le Von Geisler.
Imagine Hostel mixed with Texas Chainsaw Massacre mixed with the Descent in places and you get the jist.
I think the reason it sat so well with me is i LOVE horror film a LOT, and therefore i see a lot of by the book, same old same old, movies and with Frontier(s) Xavier Gens really goes off the path and that goes a long way to my enjoyment. Sure the plot does, at times, seem a little hashed together, and there was that once point where we thought we were going to be dealing with monsters that live underground (ala Midnight Meat Train/The Descent/Jeepers Creepers), however thet turned out to just be creepy inbred deformed kids.

The only complaints we had were silly little things, like how the lead, Yasmin, acts like a badly programmed robot or a blind jazz musician when she's sjaking from shock. It put me off slightly but i would fullr recommend this to any horror flick fan.

Loose Lips Sink Ships.

Gossip Gossip Gossip.

Bitch Bitch Bitch.

That's how most weekends go these days.

Friday i went to Korova as usual and had a great time until the inevitable dramarama started. For once not really aimed at me (y) yay high fives all round ! But it fully made me aware of how different Boyhalf and his brother are and i'm sure lucky i got the one i did. I really don't have time for people like that anymore.

Saturday stayed in mainly cuz i couldn't hack more drama and in hindesight it was a good choice. I still know the jist of everything that went down though. I don't intentionally seek out gossip, I just know the right people, there isn't much you can hide from me these days, after realising important stuff was flying under my radar last year i make it my business to make your business my business. I don't even want to know to tell people, i just feel like if i know what's going on i can't ever get involved in the lies that are going around.

Boyhalf and i spent the whole of Saturday when he got in from work in bed having incomparable banter and incomparable sex. That boy is a full blown keeper.

I really feel bad for one of the boys, he's such a sweetheart, like a straight up adorable guy and now thanks to rumours and lies he feels like he can't talk to a girl he likes. In this town you can't be anyones pal without them thinking you're doing the nasty. I've learnt that from the rumours surrounding me and RB and me and JC (despite the fact i consider him a little brother. ACK) a girl and a guy can't hang out together alone if they're not dating, that's just crazy.
(I sure hope your sarcasm detectors are fully tuned in)

Speaking of little bro, i'm trying super hard to keep my cool about the possibility of him being dicked around once again. . He's far too good a guy to put up with it. I'm not going to divulge further about this though because i want to wait to hear the truth before we all lynch someone and besides, it's not really MY battle.

Yesterday i hit the pub with JC and we got a little tipsy before hitting Union T's to play football with the whole gang, about 20 of the most decent folk you'll meet. Such banter. I can't even describe how much fun i had, or how much my legs ache today!

Things i love (and not so much) Friday.

Yay for another quick week. I think since i've kept busy i've barely noticed time pass. Spent time with Jamielee this week, and twice this week i've cooked mouth orgasm inducing dinners, Fajitas for Jamielee and Macaroni for Boyhalf, not exactly difficult dishes to master, i am aware, but nonetheless i was proud and the recievers were most happy. I think from now on unless it's something i'm super into i'm just going to do honourable mentions every week for Things I Love Friday. I don't have a lot of time on Fridays to write and, while i'm aware i could have Things I Love Saturday, it doesn't have the same ring to it.
I'm also using this as a platform (pun intended) to discuss these shoes.

Celine Graffiti sandals, £765, Farfetch.com

I don't understand a single thing about these shoes, at all. NOTHING. I can't even figure out who would wear them. 16cm heels and nothing to support your heel in the middle? Not for me thanks. i can think of only one person who might find these appealing. Her name start with L and ends in Gaga.

So this week's honourable mentions go to :

Waking up in a great mood, Justin Bobby's short hair, Vic's impression of the boy who pees in his pint, Kidulthood, Talking in "izzles", Channeling Blair Waldorf in my new dress, stetching my ears once more.