Mr Bond: WENT along to see ‘Skyfall’, as did half the country it seems - it was the best opening weekend for a Bond movie ever. The cinema was so packed that my mate and I couldn’t even pre-book seats next to each other. After a couple of underwhelming cinema visits recently (‘The Dark Knight Rises’ and ‘Looper’) I tempered my expectations for this one but am happy to report that it’s really good, though any talk of it being the best Bond movie of all time is a load of tosh. It’s not even the best Daniel Craig one. Speaking of which, as fine an actor as he is, I kind of OD’d on him this week having watched ‘The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo’ and ‘Cowboys and Aliens’ on DVD as well. ‘Skyfall’ is well worth a watch, if only for the scene where Bond is wearing the exact same Adidas Gazelles as mine. Chuffed. Best Bond - Connery, Best Film - Goldfinger, Best Song - Thunderball.
FFP CPR: CHECK me out - I’m now a registered first aider. Rock. And. Roll. FFP Towers recently found itself without one in the building and I nobly volunteered while the rest of the office suddenly had other things to do and hid behind a shield of crisps and chocolate bars. Luckily for them, after a day of crawling about on a floor and breathing into a dummy’s mouth, I’ll be on hand to cope come the inevitable cardiac arrest. Or treating my own wound once I start droning on to the FFP staff about the importance of keeping the first aid kit stocked at all times. I actually really enjoyed it and it was quite fascinating to learn how the human body works. And I’ll be getting a certificate which I can show off to my mum. So there.
Ant music: TONIGHT (Thursday) I’m off through to Glasgow to see Adam Ant live. He’s on tour and has released his first single in 17 years ahead of a much-delayed new album. Though I’ve developed a believe-it-when-I-see-it attitude towards the album ever coming out, the rather fantastically named ‘Adam Ant Is The Blueblack Hussar in Marrying The Gunner’s Daughter’, this’ll be the fourth time in the last year or so I’ve been to one of his gigs, and he’s been superb everytime.
Adam And The Ants were the first band that came along and blew my tiny 10-year-old mind. I listened to their albums endlessly, wrote their name over my school jotters and plastered my walls with Ant posters. I even wrote to ‘Jim’ll Fix It’ to ask if I could meet them but didn’t get a reply. Probably just as well as it turns out.
This week: Swept up the leaves in the garden, it took an hour and a half...