was meant to be writing about a film. oh well

Just got a couple of minutes to whip up some kind of comment about a film.

which film though.

okay, little bit distracted there.

i am writing this from the studio of my residence at uni, its a couple of floors up and the laptop, due to it's insatiable hunger for fuzzy electricity is perched on a small shelf above a socket next to the window.

so here i stand trying to think of a film about which i can write informatively, i look around, summoning film titles from the icy air. Spot this guy stood just off the main road in the no-mans land, still virgin powder, between the car park and foot path, short, big hat doubles his pea sized head. Funny thing is he seems to be fiddlin. Next thing he unzips and sprays right there. In front of the road, all spectators in the car park and any one at any of the thousand windows overlooking his desert winter location, and now you.

weird.