I don’t really care how kak the new Bond film is, Daniel Craig is worth the price of admission. He’s just the kind of deeply wounded, savage, grumpy boy that girls like me like to drool over.
Poor LB. I don’t think he’s all that keen. But he’s coming along. Bless him. To support me in my high-action addiction (he doesn’t trust me much after being dragged to see the really kak Indiana Jones and the even kakker last offering of the Mummy series). As I said, I have an addiction.
(*He has christened the film A grommet of Wallace. Much better than the original title, I think.)
On the note of LB. Have I mentioned just how awesome he is? We natter about books from time to time and I mentioned how I’ve always wanted to read Pratchett, but that I’m the type of reader who has to start at the beginning of a “series” and work my way through (I’m a bit OCD about it actually), and so I’d never read Pratchett, because I’d never found the Colour of Magic.
So he found it and bought it for me. *melt*. Seriously. The boy is rather fabulous, really.
I started it last night. Hooked. With a big Terry Pratchett shaped hook. They were *ALL* right. I love Pratchett already. Oooh.
Thank you LB. You!