November 30th, 2005


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How come I donated two huge bags of review books to Enable Ireland this morning (a collection van, I should add - I could barely lift these bags up to put them outside the front door, let alone carry them to the charity shop), and yet the amount of books scattered around the house doesn't seem to have visibly diminished? It reminds me of moving house - you fill up boxes and boxes and then you look around and the house looks exactly the same as usual.

In other news, I am still sick. And yet, because such is the way of the journalist, the pages of the paper must be filled and work must be done. Done through a haze of Lemsip Max Strength ("IAAAAAAAAN!" I haven't seen The Ad this winter, though. Have Ian and Pal vanished from our lives forever? Surely not!), but done nevertheless. However, it's pretty fucking slow. And my lurgy also means I can't meet jane_the_23rd to plan our great feminist campaign this afternoon, nor barsine and daegaer for post-work pancakes. I am both an invalid and a social pariah! Waaaaah!

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Last year, in some sort of Christmas miracle, I actually got all my Christmas shopping done really early. This was because I knew exactly what everyone wanted and, more importantly, bought a lot of my presents online. This year, however, I haven't a clue what to get anyone. It's terrible. I have horrible visions of running around the shops on Christmas Eve and still got getting anything. My mind is a blank. Patsington says he wants me to pay for half of an expensive mike stand, but what sort of present for one's beloved is half a mike stand? I mean, really.

Also, I am still sick. But not as sick as I was yesterday, and I managed to get my piece for work finished. So although I can't go in and eat pancakes with my chums, I can sit on the couch and drink tea and watch Coronation Street. Cold comfort, but comfort nevertheless.
sigh, emily

groundless criticism time!

Yet another reason why I don't want to see the new Narnia film: I just heard a clip with Mrs Macready, the housekeeper. Despite the fact that she has a Scottish name, apparently the film decided she should have a really shit Irish accent. You know, we can actually say the "g"s at the end of our words, and if you're trying to do some sort of vaguely middle-class Irish accent, you should take that into account.

Also, since when did the Witch become the "Ice Queen"? And polar bears instead of reindeer? And a wardrobe that is so obviously weird and magic looking that you'd be surprised if there wasn't something odd going on, thus defeating the entire point of book's very ordinary and hence imagination-triggering wardrobe? The fuck?

Okay, I know that I'm criticising a film I haven't seen. But I don't want to see it, because it sounds so shit and if it really is that shit, I'd rather not have my memories of the book that basically introduced me to literature (I read it when I was five) despoiled. Apparently the religious stuff is really stressed in the film - I know Aslan isn't exactly a subtle Jesus allegory in the books, but it's not too overt at all in The Lion.... - I remember being very pleased with myself when I realised that, like Jesus, Aslan had died and risen again, but I was just impressed by what was basically the first allegory I'd ever encountered. And more importantly, you could easily read it without noting the religous overtones, not least because the god that dies and rises again is a myth much older than Jesus. But a film funded by some American Christian group - as this is, although they're not highlighting that on this side of the Atlantic - is unlikely to handle this in a subtle way.