Movies I Love

Sitting around on my butt, playing with my compooter, because we are on strike today. I hate this stuff. I'm an old fashioned girl and I believe that certain sectors of society should be run as a service to the community. The mail and health care, amongst others, should fall in to that category, for me. It seems the powers that be have other ideas. Yesterday I was talking to a physio(therapist) who was helping my mum, and her regular carer, and we all had the same concerns. There seems to be no room in Great Britain PLC for people who care any more. It's all down to number crunching and profit. How sad. I'm crying at the thought, but what can you do? Wanted to talk about movies but I had to get that off my chest. Great afternoon ahead. There is K-9 followed by Kindergarten Cop! If you believe I am going to watch that sh*t you should probably be reading another blog. First I am going to watch "The 39 Steps". This is the 1935 version with Robert Donat and is seen by many, including myself, as the quintessential film adaption of the book. And later on we have "84 Charing Cross Road". Anything with Anthony Hopkins in it is going to be good. That is a given. This is a delicious tale of unrequited "love". So sad, but so engaging at the same time. More tears. Guess I am in an "emulsional" mood today.

Double Edged Sword

Been a bit quiet lately because my mum has been ill and I am very concerned. She has been suffering from nausea for the last few days and has taken to her bed. Not a good option. It can cause more problems than it solves. Then a couple of days ago she fell in the middle of the night going to the toilet. Fortunately she has this emergency wristband and when she presses the button on it, it will summon help for her. She was helped into her bed and fortunately a "Rapid Response" team came round today to drag her out of her bed, and get her on the move again. It's what she needs. I have had to go round frequently to let her regular carers in to her flat but she seems to be on the mend. On the up side I saw a fox this morning. It casually cantered across the road in front of me as I was driving to work. My name drop today concerns a man of the cloth. A person only one rung down the ladder from The Pope himself, I believe. I refer to Cardinal Keith O'Brien. I have to admit when I went to deliver to his house it was not him that answered the door today but I have met him a few times and he is a typical layed back Irish man. He is only the second person in Scotland, ever, to have been made a Cardinal. It's funny how the great and good usually have an endearing humility about them. And then you get the pretentious gits who buy an over priced tacky-box house in suburbia and a 4x4 and think there is something special about them. What a topsy-turvey world we live in.

Can't Help Myself

Have just about recovered from Pottermania. I was back working in the same area today and bagged another famous name, almost. Clang! What was that? It must have been me dropping another name. This time it's Ian Rankin. Him of Inspector Rebus fame, OBE etc . I enjoyed that so much I am going to do it again. Ian Rankin. I feel quite light headed despite having only just started to hit the sherry. Unfortunately said author was not in. How do these people manage to get any writing done when they are hardly ever at home? I have tomorrow off so this girl is going out to do some shopping. I so need a new pair of shoes for my work. The ones my employer provide are rubbish so I prefer to spend my own money so I get something that is comfortable and stylish. On Wednesday I am out at Damhead so I am really wishing there will be some drama which I can report to you. Here's hoping.

Need Your Help

Now I have a global audience, I hope, there is a wrong I can possibly right. I am a great fan of sexymsp.com, which rates members of the Scottish parliament by their sexual attractiveness. I recently had a campaign to get the lovely Siobhan Mathers in to the top ten and she is currently at No. 9. My latest desire (it seems to be the way the wind has been blowing lately) is to get the gorgeous Nicola Sturgeon (deputy leader ot the SNP) in to the top ten. Go to the site and click on Find My Constituency. Scroll down to Glasgow Govan (Rab C Nesbit country) and you will find the lovely Nicola looking uber sexy in a gold top. Give her a vote of ten, and if we all pull together she is destined for mega stardom.

How did I Miss This One

With all the excitement about JK I nearly forgot about this one. If you are a Blue Peter fan you might remember Romana D'Annunzio who was a presenter from 1996 to 1998. She is of the same era as the scrumptious Tim Vincent and the gorgeous Katie Hill and Konnie Huq. Gosh, for a kids programme they had some sexy presenters in those days. In amongst the Harry Potter books today I had a package for a Miss R D'Annunzio. She did come from Edinburgh. Name dropping is one of the few pleasures I have left. Please indulge me.

I was JK's Postie

So the big day has come. Millions of children world wide are waiting for the arrival of her latest book. And a lot of these are not so young. I have to say that I managed to deliver all the books I was given which gives me great pleasure. We got a thousand copies to deliver this morning in our office. There are about forty of us, so you do the math(s). I may be a wizened old crow but seeing the pleasure my delivering these books to people caused, gave me great pleasure. I will probably never have kids of my own, but they are our future and we should all respect that. I passed by JK's house a couple of times today. I had hoped to drop in for a cup of tea and a girly chat but it seems she was at the Natural History Museum in London at the time. That could explain the lack of response. I have had a few early morning meetings with her (delivering mail), and like anybody else, she scrubs up well given a chance. Not going to get the tallons out for a girl I respect. I did drop a letter in to her mailbox saying that these occasions are stressful to my health, at my age, and I would prefer if she didn't write any more Harry Potter books. I am confident she will respect my wishes.

I'ts All in the Name

One of the interesting things about my job is coming into contact with people who have unusual or amusing names. For example, Florence Torrance. She is a lovely old dear, and doesn't her name just trip off your tongue? Another one I like is Donald McDonald. So good they named him twice. I would have to deduct points for sheer lack of imagination though. My favourite is one that always sets me off giggling. I swear to you this is a real person. His name is Mr Peter Ness. You are probably asking yourself, what is the old bat on about? Has she been hitting the sherry too hard again? This isn't remotely funny. Let me explain. Some of his mail has his first name shortened to it's initial. It therefore reads " Mr P Ness". Gets me every time.