I never, ever, replay games.
I’m currently on my third replay of the new Lara Croft reboot. It may not be my last.
It’s a truly spectacular game. Yes, yesss I know you think I’m saying this because it has Lara Croft in it and she shivers and whimpers and is covered in mud and needs me to help her shower, but really… the game itself, from the weapons to the graphics to the storyline, the voice acting and the emotional involvement is pitch perfect.
The story is set at the point when Lara discovers who she really is and becomes the Tomb Raider of the titles. I reckon she’s… hmm.. 22? She starts out naive and romantic but within about 15 minutes she’s shooting deer in the eyeballs and stabbing rabbits just to get the experience so I think it’s safe to say she’s a quick learner. The game really doesn’t shy away from painful moments and I have to look away now when I accidentally impale her through the throat (wait, stop that right now). The story is mature as well, the only weak point is the stereotypical sidekicks including “angry black girl”, “nerd who wants to be cool” etc. By the end of the game she’s tough, scarred and as about as far away from Angeline Jolie as you could ever hope to be. I cannot wait for the follow-on games!
I’m not sure it needs the “Arms” in the title, what do you think? Anyway, I had dinner at this beautiful West Sussex pub, just north of Midhurst, last week and it was sublime. I started with the pan seared scallops with chorizo (what an awesome combination) which were really beautifully cooked. For my main I couldn’t resist the eight-hour braised lamb shank (proud to be serving English lamb as well). It was absolutely huge and beautifully cooked in a sea of mint gravy.
To be honest the lamb was so huge that I was replete (i.e. a big fat porker) even though I still wanted a pudding. I went for the chocolate fondant with chocolate bits and chocolate ice cream and more chocolate. It was a little… dull, but maybe that was because I was full.
The pub itself is gorgeous and welcomes drinkers as well as foodies, amazing views of the countryside are all around and I really want to go back here for Sunday lunch – even though this is currently booked for around 6 weeks into the future! Apparently they serve a tray of pork/beef or lamb for 4 people and you take home what you don’t eat. I reckon I can manage that all by myself (-: Prices were very reasonable and if it wasn’t so far away from me I’d be here once a week!
I was absolutely gutted this week to learn that my favourite author Iain (M) Banks is on his way out thanks to cancer. I’ve read all of his books and am always so excited when a new one is released. From the amazingly sick imagination of The Wasp Factory which is by turns hilarious and disgusting to the absolute scale of Look To Windward, a story about revenge and loss on a galactic scale, Iain’s books have shaped my entire approach to life. When I day-dream now you can be sure that the Culture is there in my thoughts, making me wish that this is humanities future (and mine of course, somehow).
Also passing this week was the great film critic Roger Ebert and I truly loved this article of his about death.
‘Kindness’ covers all of my political beliefs. No need to spell them out. I believe that if, at the end, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try. I didn’t always know this and am happy I lived long enough to find it out.
From my favourite Culture story…
Our lives are about development, mutation and the possibility of change; that is almost a definition of what life is: change… If you disable change, if you effectively stop time, if you prevent the possibility of the alteration of an individual’s circumstances — and that must include at least the possibility that they alter for the worse — then you don’t have life after death; you just have death.
- Disgusting smells of poo everywhere
- Placentas and blood dangling from animals
- Bags of… I have no idea what… possibly amniotic fluid?!?! also dangling from animals
Sounds like a typical night out in Portsmouth to many of you, but definitely not the sort of thing that I’d ever be caught near. However…
I see’d a baby lamb being born!!!!!
Coombes Farm near Lancing (like many farms recently it seems) has an annual opportunity to go along and see the new lambs. On possibly one of the coldest days of the year I must say I could not have been much happier than when I saw hundreds of baby lambs all cuddled up to or hopping over their mums in the sheds/barns/whatever-they-are. We were also really lucky to see one being born, it was covered in blood and ickkkkk but it was so cool. I think maybe I’ll have one of those baby things now. Hahahahahahahahaa. No.
Well, let’s not get carried away here. It is true that I make a stunning French Onion Soup and I can boil an egg to soldiery perfection, but this post is about Recipease in Brighton… four of us recently attended the “Unbeatable Filled Pasta” course (mainly as it was the only course available on that date).
There is a maximum of 16 people (in the Brighton location) and it’s incredibly cheap, 35quid for about 2hrs and you get to eat what you make (so it’s important to at least try) with a glass of wine thrown in. They even do a two for one offer during the week.
The actually cookery instructions themselves started off brilliantly and in no time at all we were all squidging out rolls of pasta in our machines without too much swearing. It did go a little haywire later on when the chef was telling us how to make the sauce whilst we were all still concentrating on making the ravioli and tortellini shapes so most of what he said went in one ear and out of the other. However he was a great instructor and came along to help with lots of advice at all times.
£35quid for dinner and a good laugh is pretty unbeatable! By the way, squidging is the correct Italian term for making pasta. Honest.
It’s taken me a long time to be able to write about this film… it was so (almost) perfectly perfect in every way that it tunnelled straight through my heart and out the other side – and has managed to cement the book as my favourite of all time.
In the trailer you see the moments before the most pivotal and important scene in the book… when Richard Parker leaves without looking back, without saying goodbye, completely botching the farewell. I don’t think I took a single breath in the minutes up to this moment in the film, would they make it into a sickly Hollywood style happy clappy version? Thankfully, they didn’t, it was the most perfect moment ever and I blubbed through it entirely. I wonder what you thought about it and what you felt?
“What a terrible thing it is to botch a farewell. I am a person who believes in form, in the harmony of order. Where we can, we must give things a meaningful shape. For example – I wonder – could you tell my jumbled story in exactly one hundred chapters, not one more, not one less? I’ll tell you, that’s one thing I hate about my nickname, the way the number runs on forever. It’s important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse. That bungled goodbye hurts me to this day. I wish so much that I’d had one last look at him in the lifeboat, that I’d provoked him a little, so that I was on his mind. I wish I had said to him then – yes, I know, to a tiger, but still – I wish I had said, “Richard Parker, it’s over. We have survived. Can you believe it? I owe you more gratitude than I can express I couldn’t have done it without you. I would like to say it formally: Richard Parker, thank you. Thank you for saving my life. And now go where you must. You have known the confined freedom of a zoo most of your life; now you will know the free confinement of a jungle. I wish you all the best with it. Watch out for Man. He is not your friend. But I hope you will remember me as a friend. I will never forget you , that is certain. You will always be with me, in my heart. What is that hiss? Ah, our boat has touched sand. So farewell, Richard Parker, farewell. God be with you.”
The rest of the film was almost faultless, it didn’t need the girl in it but that’s just the way it is with appealing to demographics, all of the casting was spot on and the computer graphics… wow! It fully deserved its Oscar success for making the unfilmable, filmable.
With a title like John Dies at the End, how could I not want to read this story? (note that the authors next book is called “This book is full of spiders. Seriously, Dude, don’t touch it”!). The story lives up to the title as well, a completely whacky comic horror story with an excellent mix of scary, hideous, hilarious and even touching moments.
Set in an American town labelled “Undisclosed” the story follows two guys, David and John, who meet a freaky guy at a party and end up taking a mind altering substance labeled Soy Sauce which can allow them to basically comprehend the entire unfiltered universe. One of the moments on the soy sauce was my favourite in the book and gives a great flavour of the writing style…
“I said to John, ‘You know that if you walked around the world, your hat would travel thirty-one feet farther than your shoes?’. John said, ‘I dunno, Dave, but before we make a bomb I have to shave half the dog'”
See! Anyway, the two guys somehow find a link between a parallel universe full of evil and unwillingly begin an adventure to save the world. It’s a really fun story and I’m hoping it’s going to make a great film – especially the monster that is made up of joints of meat to resemble a man, ewww.
You know, not a week goes by without me thinking about Calvin and Hobbes, something about the comics really managed to speak to me. I remember sharing the fake last episodes (where Calvin has been taking tablets to help him concentrate and they turn Hobbes back into a stuffed toy) and being incredibly depressed.
Two good things though, firstly the KickStarters project “Dear Mr Watterson” looks like it might be a great film, aiming to discover how the brilliant cartoon strip managed to have such an impact on so many people. Part of me really wants them to be able to interview Bill Watterson, but I know he loves his privacy and has completely leg go of Calvin. But I wonder if he still thinks of him? Secondly, even though there are only currently four comics, I really thought that the “Pants are Overrated” Calvin and Hobbes tributes managed to capture the essence of the originals very well.
I wonder if Calvin and Susie got together? Would that have been far too obvious and sickly sweet? Maybe, but I think it would have been right. Then again him never growing up was probably the best thing possible.
If you’re feeling strong enough, here is the fake cartoon…
The Art of Racing in the Rain is a beautiful book that really reminded me of The Memory of Running. The story is incredibly simple, quite twee and predicable but completely and overwhelmingly carried along by Enzo – the dog who narrates the tale. He knows he’s not like other dogs, being able to understand humans after educating himself watching daytime TV while his owner Denny goes off to work and yet he is still very much a dog rather an a human in a dogs body.
The story almost isn’t important, a life story about his owner and his child and wife and various trials they have to go through but I still can’t recommend the book enough. I can’t stand dogs yet Enzo won me over completely and I blubbed through parts of the story without any hope of dignity. The parallels to motor racing (trust me it is not a book about cars!) and how rules of driving on a track in a race can mirror the challenges that life throws up against you are very well done. Buy it and let me know if you loved it, you will!
Am sat in sunny and grungy Key West in Florida and have just finished the latest Iain M Banks novel ‘The Hydrogen Sonata‘… It was a brilliant read! But first of all I have to state that the Kindle edition was over 9quid, more than the hardback! So, dear publisher, even though I love his books I hereby promise I’m going to read a pirated version of his next book as a protest.
The story centred on two key concepts of the Culture that I just don’t get… subliming and living forever. Subliming is the process where an entire species or civilisation can decide it’s had enough of life and moves as a whole into a sort of ‘heaven’ where everything is much more perfect. I liked the explanation that this was possible because after subliming you moved into a matter rich dimension so anything was unlimited. In our universe most of it is a vacuum so the opportunities for constant expansion and capability is very much more limited. But still.. It seems odd that an entire civilisation could get so bored of life that it decides to just give up, surely every few years there is a new generation of children being denied their right to live? I can understand that the civilisation might be in a rut but surely not the individuals?
My second confusion comes from one of the characters who seems to be the oldest living person in history… i.e. several thousand years old! Typically in the advanced civilisation of the Culture people only live for a few hundred years… Which again I just don’t get?!?! Surely if you can modify yourself to become any sex or creature you want and live any type of dream life you can imagine without any risk of injury or disease or ageing then MOST people would live for thousands of years?
Anyway, the story itself was fantastic and the humour of the ship Minds really carried the story along. There were also some awesome ship/avatar type battles that I secretly find the best part of his books as it fits well with my mental age of 15. The ending was a bit predicable, well who am I kidding, the ending was predicted from almost the beginning of the book so it’d have been nice to have more of a twist, but overall it was another hit for my favourite author.
Wanders off to a bay with pirates in it