A Ginger-faced Man and an Angry Woman make a Superb Film

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I watched Sightseers (2012) last night and was blown away by its brilliance. It captures so many nuances about life, people, relationships and so much more in a tightly written, wonderfully acted, and superbly directed film.

The seemingly utter randomness of how we get from A to B in life, and the undercurrents which guide us. How one incident can open up an unexpected door, and when it does we may step through it without thinking things through because we’re so happy to not be stuck in a dead end anymore. How we all feel that we have something more within us that would change our lives if we could just find a way to express it, so we seek to express ourselves but don’t always find a way to do so, then when we do is it the path we would have imagined our self-expression to take. How we long to find a soul mate, a person who will get us and encourage us to pursue our dreams, yet when we do it may not be quite the idealised fairytale dream we’d hoped for, sometimes it is better, sometimes worse, and sometimes it is a bizarre adventure that mixes the light and dark aspects of love.

The relationship between the two main characters is beautiful in a slightly sinister way, like most relationships. It reminded me a bit of my own experience of getting to know my partner, we took a trip similar to the one in the film and went to a couple of the places they went. So it was a strange saunter down memory lane. We just didn’t get up to the shenanigans they did, but I suppose it could have happened… in life, anything can happen to anybody at any moment given the right or wrong circumstances.

And I love the normalness of it all… and the fact that normal is just the surface mask we all wear over our inner crazy. Sometimes we keep that mask on for our entire life, and sometimes the string holding it on snaps.

I can’t say much more without giving it away and I don’t want to spoil the surprises. I watch a lot of film and TV and have become a tad jaded about plots and their supposed twists, this one kept me riveted and shocked, it made me gasp and laugh, and gasp-laugh, it was utterly ordinary and extraordinary, and I absolutely loved it!

I can’t remember if it was on Lovefilm or Netflix, but it’s on one of those, maybe on both… if you love quirky humour which is dark, slightly dreary, and cuttingly clever, then give this a go.

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34 thoughts on “A Ginger-faced Man and an Angry Woman make a Superb Film

  1. Sorry about the wait in getting back to you – if it’s any consolation, you always leave me with too much to consider, making a quick response simply out of the question. I have certainly enjoyed quite a few of your scribbles – particularly your narcissist posts – I have almost contributed a few times – my last ex was a self-indulgent narcissist and utterly proud of the fact – a counsellor, a counsellor educator but never demonstrated an ounce of empathy unless it was something she felt hard done by by. It’s bar far the most unattractive personality trait I’ve ever come across!

    Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I was still popping in and thinking about stuff! 😀

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    1. No apologies required on my end, but don’t let me stop you if you have some you need to get rid of 😉

      Apologising is so addictive, isn’t it? Very useful when people bump into you or spill their drink on you.

      I’ve been enjoying your posts, although I know you’ve been having a bit of a to do with yourself about them (or at least that’s the impression I got from your most recent post). Loved that post but I couldn’t ‘Like’ it. I’m a bit quirky in how I use my ‘Like’s, sometimes that word just doesn’t fit how I feel about a post, and your post was too good for a ‘Like’. Hit something within me. If any of that makes sense.

      Ah, yes… Narcissists and their ways! I could write so much more about it, but there’s only so much space I’m willing to give them on my blog as they have taken up too much space in my life as it is 😉 They do make very good negative muses though, so at least they serve a positive purpose! In fact, if I think about it, Narcissists inspired me to blog and it has been a most excellent creative outlet for me. 😀

      Very glad to hear you’re thinking about stuff as your mind was made for such things! And I love it when you pop in, you always fill my face with something called smiling, might even be grinning 😀

      I put too many emoticons in this reply, sorry about that :O

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      1. The funny thing about my ex is the best thing about her was her name, Hazel – and I’d love to write a piece called Which Hazel – but I’ll too afraid she’d enjoy the attention too much – because it wouldn’t be unflattering or mean, just not particularly flattering…

        I enjoyed writing that last piece, I’ve been driving myself around the bend a little bit which can be amusing to step back from, but it’s not all that much fun when you don’t – so I’m just going to try to accept the limitations of the moment and hope the New Year levels itself out!

        I always apologise if someone bumps into me – I remember one day in a supermarket, when this old bag practically run me over with her trolley; I said I’m sorry – and she had the audacity to utter you will be!

        Well, I won’t repeat what I said to her! But my cousin was shocked. I despise manners like that – it’s so unbecoming :p

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        1. Hazel, lovely name, and she sounds like she has played a muse with you, why not give her the attention she craves, but with a twist… turn it into an art form of your own and express that wonderful mind of yours, thus the attention which you give her, becomes attention for yourself. Or ignore that… my mind is endlessly spinning things around to see them from as many perspectives as possible.

          I lived in Paris for a while, and I never quite adjusted to the fact that people deliberately went out of their way in the street to bump into me. It was like a sport and there may have been points involved. I learned to stop apologising as it is not a French thing to do, instead I glared at them with disdain as that is the French way. When in Paris… 😛

          My mother was very Victorian in her upbringing, and she passed a lot of that onto to me. Manners was a religion to her. Very tiresome after a while, luckily my father was a Barbarian and so it balanced things out a bit. I know how to be civilised I just choose to ignore it sometimes, and sometimes I make the effort to be very uncivilised 😉

          Love your style of writing, methinks you’re a genius, and methinks you knows it! And I sense you’re going through one of those phases known as transformation, beware the New Year it may include the word awesomeness!

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          1. *smiles*

            This is such a hard thing to respond to because it’s not something I’d volunteer, or even want to write about – it’s not embarrassing, just uncomfortable in this context. I’m far too humble – my moto and mantra is be humble

            But in my experience the people who tend to say how clever they are the most, come from one particular percentile and they’re also the most insecure about how clever they are – as if saying it will one: make it so, and two: convince people into affirming it.

            They’re mostly the above average guys who know they’re fairly bright, but want to be considered little Einstein’s – I’ve worked with lots of these people and remember being in a staff meeting when one of them felt the need to tell us that she’d done an IQ test and was a giddy 125 or there or there abouts – to which I stunned everyone by saying – without a hint of irony I might add: I thought anyone with an IQ below 145 was a retard!

            There were other teachers who were so desparate to be taken seriously they were competetive with students, which I considered undignified.

            The thing is, the genuinely bright, really clever people are rare as hell – and they stick out: sore thumbs the lot of them, and because it’s generally so obvious how smart they are, they don’t need to convince people or care particularly if people think they’re smart or not, because it’s just not that important.

            In real life anyway … every other person on the internet seems to boast incredible brains. Maybe it’s why you never come across them: they’re all hiding on the internet!

            I’ve worked for out of a Lt Governer’s office, consulted for tenured professors of Mathematics, taught & written advanced courses in multiple subjects and designed 7-year curricula in English which is something I’m particularly proud of – I designed a learning paradigm which was pretty elegant, I’ll see if I can find it. And the last time I had a job interview was when I was 17 for a summer job at the Gap. Professionally I’ve been described as brilliant, genius, polymath, too smart by some, but never smug. And that’s something I’m proud of.

            I do know what I am and have bits of paper and certificates with numbers on them, a reputation for being able to do things which others can’t – but I have no desire to advertise any of it beyond the modest pieces I publish.

            You’re very kind and make such thoughtful observations. Though cleverness has been such an enormous part of my life, it’s also an awkward one too, because people expect everything you say or do to be exceptional – and it’s not like that.

            In some way I suppose my blog is a way of reconciling something and showing off as a private joke to myself at the expense of myself, for myself – because I write about the most mundane, everyday, dull things – furnature, socks, weather, coach travel, food, cats, tea.

            Some of it is very clever, but I hate pretention and I try to make fun of no one but myself. Humbug.

            Thank you – but I feel all itchy and self conscious. I hope this is OK – if I get it all out of the way, I won’t have to mention it again :p

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            1. I think that genuine genius tends to question itself rather than assert itself. Like you said being humble is a part of it and embracing that humility and seeing the value of it, because you know how much you know, but you are very aware of how much you don’t know and the stuff you don’t know tends to be more of a point of focus. You have a natural urge to seek out knowledge rather than rest on your laurels. You like your laurels, but you’ve got those, it’s what you don’t got that gets you and pushes you to get more (very bad English).

              Anyway that’s my view of it, having also been around people who claim genius status and wondering why they think they’re a genius when by my standards they’re intelligent but they lack certain qualities to support their big minds – the head is big, the body is tiny and likely to be crushed by the weight of the head – like self awareness and self questioning, which makes them fall short of genuine genius. Again, just by my standards.

              To me, a genius is someone who inspires others just by being themselves, because they are aware that the one is a part of a whole, and by sharing freely the gifts they have and encouraging others to seek that within themselves just by showing how one being does that they share their genius and help others to see the genius potential within them. That’s what you do, what others find in your work is up to them.

              Someone who can pass tests and come out with high results is just someone who knows how to pass tests and come out with high results. Real genius is tested in the day-to-day of life and living it.

              The fact that you write about the mundane sometimes, yet with a brilliant twist, that, to me shows your genius. The conventional concept of genius tends to favour that which is beyond the mundane, but within the mundane lies true genius.

              Many of those considered to be geniuses by society’s standards can’t handle day-to-day life. The logic and use of it eludes them, the mundane is their Kryptonite, and they often take the stance of somehow being superior to it – big mistake. Day-to-day life is the greatest challenge and the most rigorous test of IQ and EQ and so on.

              I have a rather dismissive attitude towards IQ tests too. I get why they were created, and they have a certain value but they need updating because human intelligence has evolved, but what they really measure is someone’s ability to get a high score on an IQ test, a low score simply shows someone found the test boring. Perhaps they’re stupid, but chances are they’re not as stupid as the test has categorised them as being. It’s easy to pass an IQ test if you apply yourself to it. Like most tests. There’s a system and pattern and it can be mastered with practice, because anything created by humans can be mastered by humans if they can be bothered to do so.

              Your comment about IQ made me chuckle. Humans love cliques and intelligence cliques are some of the silliest but most admired. Thing is these people who assume genius status may well be geniuses in a category, but life has multiply categories.

              Came across an interesting concept recently. If you’ve got a moment of boredom and lazy curiosity, check out projectionpoint.com. They have a free test… very silly, but the idea behind it is quite fun to play with.

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              1. Sorry, I went off on a bit of a ramble and rant in my reply. Hope I didn’t confuse you. I loved your comment and what you expressed in it. You hit upon something and I went off on a tangent. The nub, sort of, of it is – what are the IQs of those who create IQ tests, and therefore how reliable is the test as a gauge of someone’s intelligence. And so on.

                Some of the rant tied into my experience of Narcissists and their need to be superhuman.

                Anyway, to me you’re genius because you are intelligent, intellectually and emotionally, with your intelligence. 🙂

                However… when someone shares with you how they see you, you have to consider who they are and where their viewpoint comes from. That helps with the itchy discomfort of receiving a compliment 😉

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              1. Indeed! But I enjoy the fact that they don’t follow the usual film plot lines or have to have a tidy ending. This one was called – The Chaser (2008) – and was based on a true story.

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                  1. If you’re squeamish, I’d give it a miss. I get less squeamish as the years pass, but this had me squirming. If you like foreign films there is a beautifully enchanting quirky one – I’m a Cyborg, But that’s OK (2006). It’s a love story in a mental hospital. Not sure if it is available on the internet film channels, I saw it a while ago when they did the Asian film festival on BBC4.

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                    1. I’ve got degrees in film and wrote a couple of courses for the college I left – love foreign film. I’ve got something in the region of 5,000 films – a third of which pre-1980 and foreign language… but I tend not to write about them… so much. I miss teaching it. The way I saw it, I was creating theorists and not critics.

                      I’ll definitely take a look. I’m always looking for something interesting. I was following South Korean film quite closely around 2004-5 – some of the stuff they were just churning out was remarkable… very flawed and uncertain of their own voice – but creatively, on a par with anywhere at the time.

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                    2. Being an expert on film must make watching films more challenging, knowing what you do about them from the inside out. Do you find that you can watch films for pleasure and relax without thinking about the structure behind the creation or is there an element of knowing too much pain which haunts your viewing?

                      Ha! When you said pre-1980… well, that just made me feel like a dinosaur, which is quite an interesting feeling, I just have to be careful not to squish people when I walk 😉

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                    3. I only watch for pleasure these days – and it’s very rare I’ll watch something and find it so utterly dire, I’ll want it off – but it happens. I don’t catch too many out and out comedies, but with that exception, most new stuff is pretty much as expected, with few surprises.
                      Most directors provide enough visual information in the first five minutes to let you know what they’re about and how they intend to create any meaningful response from us – like a template so we can stop thinking about the fact it’s a film – what I hatehatehate – is when that process is continually thrown in your face, drawing you into the technique at the expense of what the technique is attempting to provide… Some people like that sort of thing, and it can be effective if it’s in the right context – but when there are an infinite number of choices that can be made at any particular moment – I used to teach this aspect with string… and it’s impossible to engage in anything you see because the onscreen decisions are poor or drawing responses which seem to be in conflict with what’s on the screen – then it’s not so fun. I very occasionally put together stylistic notes on parts of films to demonstrate why it’s sloppy or unsatisfactory. But I need a really good reason to these days :p

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                    4. Very wise and a new perspective which intrigues.

                      I often miss the first fifteen minutes of films, it started out as an accidental habit which has now turned into a deliberate one, it means I have to guess what happened to lead to that which I am watching as some films put everything into the first few minutes and the rest is just an explanation or treading water until the denouement. When I tell people I do this they think I’m a nutty moron. Maybe. I like films which make me think, or inspire a thought journey which does not necessarily have anything to do with the film or its ‘message’. If the film doesn’t trigger thinking… I trigger it, hence the missing fifteen minute thing.

                      It does not work with TV series as they repeat stuff over and over because of advert breaks which is weird if you watch it without the adverts. I sometimes shout at the program to stop telling me what I already know and get on with it as my memory may be bad and slightly Memento-ish but not that bad! 😉

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                    5. That’s the most bonkers thing I’ve ever heard! 😀 bwahaha – I look at films as self-contained eco-systems, all with their own rules, codes, signs and style. I just can’t do that!

                      I have systems for watching things these days – all down to the speed at which I play things back at – there’s a wonderful quirk of mathematics which saves you a quarter of the running time if it’s played a third faster than it should be… Dialogue is typically much faster in films than it is on television so it’s not always advisable to it.

                      I’ve been saving it for a post somewhere down the line, once I’ve finished the series I’m locked into right now!

                      We’ve all funny habits!

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                    6. Oops, did my comment come across as inferring that I hadn’t checked out your writing? I have, which is why I’m intrigued to see what you say about film. Some of the way you think (at least what you’ve revealed of it) runs parallel to the way I think, especially the tangents. Don’t you just love going off on a tangential journey 😀

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                    7. How funny – because my posts since last Thursday gave more or less been the product of one process, I’m getting to the point where I’m going back to go forward and about to do a piece on the tangentleman!

                      I do try to stay on topic when I need to! 😀 I’ll see if I can find the note I put together for one of my old students on Zero Dark Thirty – it was the last time I was asked, a long time ago now.

                      One of my favourite of my own articles wrote was about how Toy Story was a commentary on the Nixon era, Vietnam and the space-race – almost 20 years ago now. Long before I had a computer of my own. I was a bit of a technophobe in university 🙂

                      I’ll check my emails to see if I can find something for you.

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                    8. The tangentleman seems to have quite a few admiring ladies 😉 I like to read the comments on posts as well as the posts.

                      I enjoyed your MacGyver post (did I remember to ‘Like’ it?). I saw the actor in something recently and almost evaporated into surprise dust. He’s old!!! Haha! I loved that ridiculously wonderful show and loved your idea. But he mostly fixed things with gum wrappers and paperclips and a Swiss army knife. I never carry paperclips. Or gum wrappers. I do have a Swiss army knife… but where did I put it. Last time I used it I almost sawed a finger off. Not that I need all my fingers and I was a bit peckish.

                      I shall delve some more into your archives by following a tangential route and see where I end up.

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                    9. Hehehe, I call my mother Magyver – she’s come up with some of the most ridiculous ideas to fix things. The lawn mower saga was my favourite, but I might write about that at some point!

                      It has been nice to have some regular banter with people, I’ve missed it – I haven’t got out much the last year and barely talk to anyone from day to day. I was hoping I’d find people to enjoy regular exchanges with 🙂

                      I found the notes from ZD30, but the format doesn’t read particularly well – it was to counter a position that the torture scene at the beginning of the film was effective cinema… If you’d like I’ll just tweak it and get it to you. I’d written it in his voice, which is a little different to my own – a bit blustery for my tastes :p

                      Because I haven’t been on here long, some of my posts haven’t really been red much and I don’t care who you are, it does take a little while to get back in the swing of writing regularly. I’ve got over 2m words under my bely, but I haven’t blogged since 2006-7, it’s a very specific register… One of the reasons I’ve chosen some of the things to write about is as much about picking topics to ease back into hearing the voice again – locating those mannerisms and ways of expressing certain things…

                      I’ve enjoyed the last few days to step back and have a rest – I’ve been writing for five weeks without a break just to get my fingers moving and’ve put some pieces I wanted to write first up on hold until it was happier with where I was.

                      Almost there I think.

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                    10. I haven’t seen ZD30. And if it’s up to me, I probably won’t watch it.

                      It’s strange because blogging is quite strange I suppose, but I didn’t think about my writing voice when I started blogging, I just wrote stuff and tried to say what I was actually thinking. My posts are mainly just conversations with myself which, to be completely open about it, are the conversations which I enjoy the most because I can say anything I want, I know I’m listening and I don’t have to explain things. I only started to think about voice later on when I began to struggle a bit because I was getting more attention than I was used to getting. I got caught where I always get caught, between saying what I know others want to hear and saying what I want to say, which is occasionally one and the same thing, but more often it isn’t. I’m also rather contrary, which causes no end of problems, but is also fun in a slightly twisted way.

                      I’ve been wandering through your blog and think you have a very distinctive voice. Tell me something, are you trying to recapture a voice you once had or are you seeking to find the voice which belongs to the you who you are now?

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                    11. That’s a really great question – it’s really only about rhythm. My natural voice is the one which requires far less revision, not that I get around to much of that before posting – I don’t enjoy the editing process unless I have it on paper. I don’t find cutting, pasting, rewriting to be efficient or particularly accurate on screen, so it’s something I tend to avoid beyond a couple of scans. I’ve made a couple of notes about things which need a tweak and a possessive plural which needs an apostrophe, little stuff – but beyond that I’m not too fussed.

                      I definitely own my voice in as far as it’s not forced or affected. The rustiness which I fully expected was just in the rhythm I experienced in getting it down. I more or less have everything written first in my head, particularly the structure and theme specific wordplay, and then rely on the final process to kick up other associations while I write – so it can be amusing as I’m hearing some of the stuff for the first time – that spontaneity is important to me, as it’s where you start to add touches of personality to your words.

                      Once I’m home I’ll spend an afternoon and catch up with your blog for sure. My writing should feel conversational – I share your notion about it being very much a reflective discourse. I spend more time having one-sided conversations with my cat than anything else – who is sulking at the moment and spending her days hidden under my bed in a grump!

                      Some of the articles I’ve readied to post I can imagine might be polarising in concept, so I’ve been waiting until I’ve felt I’m less rusty. It’s all been nicely going for a few weeks, so I may get them done sooner rather than later. My method, with most of what I think about or write is to find a way of framing ideas or arguments with unconventional associations or situations. My piece on my family – the dragon in the pantry, I’m particularly proud of, because of the very matter of fact elements combined with the absurd – all an analogy of what it’s like to autistic, without bringing it up or being inconsistent with my literary voice.

                      I’ve no interest in sounding like anyone else, but like fluctuating moods it can sometimes be difficult to be who you think you are – which was always what I struggled with when I was struggling with depressive illnesses.

                      I’m just happy to be writing anything really. I had to stop a while ago as I was in a bit of a way! But writing is about personality, being able to project a sense of who you are onto the page – proficiency is so far down the ladder when it comes to writing. It’s a stepping stone. Stamping that proficiency with something that is yours and yours alone is something else. It took me years to get to the point where it was effortless and trusted the process of allowing it to happen. I certainly don’t take it for granted, because I know it’s fickle. I write as much rubbish as the next person, but occasionally it all clicks into place.

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                    12. It struck me that you said you were using your blog as a way to connect after a while of say being in seclusion of sorts. I do the hermit thing a lot. I like being a hermit. It’s where I am most free to just be and do and say… And I use my blog to connect too. It’s a way of socialising without having to be social. Which I love as I am schizoid, if I have to choose a disorder. I like that you’ve subtitled your blog as ‘a linguistic representation of an autism’. I don’t think I’m autistic by other people’s standards, and it is about the standards of others, ’cause I’m effing normal everyone else is bizarre, but I have dyslexia which has many similarities. Fuck if I know, I don’t trust others to diagnose me 😉 I’m me so everyone else can go do something else.

                      Your voice, your mind, your expressions in your posts are awesome food to me. I won’t explain that. Too much blah blah needed to explain. I can do lots of blah blah, but there are some things I keep to myself like delicious treats. Greedy!

                      Don’t worry about checking out my posts, fuck if I know what I’m talking about in them 😀 It’s just wonderful to be able to let the inner wild loose on the world a bit!

                      You have a great natural voice. Let it out and be proud of it! What a mind! Yum Yum! I would eat your brains if such a thing was acceptable and you could still live after it. I’m cute like that!

                      My cat talks back. My cat never shuts up! From what I’ve gathered I’m a stoopid hoomin, but I’m allowed to live because I get raw beef from my local butcher 😉 And I give great morning under the covers snuggles! And late night lap time! Seems that I’m useful!

                      Pots and pans talk to me too!

                      Have I scared you away yet!?! It’s my specialty! 😀

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                    13. Hahaha – what an awesome message! I know exactly what you mean by wanting to eat someone’s brains and that’s high praise indeed, thank you thank you 😀

                      I wasn’t diagnosed with my autism until I was in my thirties but’ve always known something wasn’t quite right. I like to operate ‘within’ myself these days and keep face-time with humans to a fair minimum. I don’t rally feel I’m missing out on too much!

                      It was my birthday yesterday and just had a quiet night with some wine instead of tea 😀 I tend to get away and stay with friends every six weeks or so, catch up with some of my ex-students, watch some cricket or just recharge – change habits and de-clutter for a week. I’m looking forward to getting back to the blog definitely.

                      I’ve enjoyed a little time to process what I’ve done and where it’s going. It can be difficult to do when concentrating on content content content! I’m missing my furry companion though 😀

                      You’re not scary in the slightest, quite the opposite. You’ve made me extremely happy! This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship 😀

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                    14. Cheers 😀

                      Happy Yesterday Birthday! A quiet night with a bit of grape tipple sounds like the perfect b’day celebration to me!

                      What you said about keeping face-time with humans to a minimum reminded me of:

                      “I wish I loved the Human Race;
                      I wish I loved its silly face;
                      I wish I liked the way it walks;
                      I wish I liked the way it talks;
                      And when I’m introduced to one,
                      I wish I thought “What Jolly Fun!”

                      Sir Walter Alexander Raleigh

                      Always makes me chuckle because I think all humans feel that way about other humans 😉 we like the idea of human contact more than the human contact itself. Or am I just thinking of me? Well, in some ways that’s the thing, we’re all mes thinking of me and wondering if the other me is thinking of me too, and rather upset when we discover the other mes are not as obsessed with me as me is.

                      A break from blogging and social media is a good idea. It can become consuming and so easy to lose one’s way, especially when you start becoming aware of things other than your inner muse which inspired you to blog in the first place. And blogging evolves you, so you do kind of need a time out to figure out where you are and where you were and where you might be going when and if you continue. The ‘if’ is always there for me.

                      I’ve considered taking a break from blogging, problem is that absence tends to make me forget, grow less fonder. My internet connection made Twitter too glitchy to use recently so I took a break and… that break may become permanent as memory is fading and attention has turned elsewhere. I am not a social animal, I am a solitary one and slightly feral. But there is a challenge in doing that which I could more easily just not do. And I like that kind of a challenge.

                      Bet your furry friend is missing you too!

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                    15. Sorry it’s taken so long to get back to you, the last few days have been something between busy and a nightmare. I had all manner of delays yesterday getting back so I’m already behind in all my tasks!

                      I know what you mean definitely – it’s the sort of thing I’ll write about eventually – I’ve thought about when would be the best time to address the ideas, and it’s not just yet.

                      I feel refreshed having been away, but at the same time feel completely out of sorts as far as my routine is concerned. I just hope I can get back into it again. I’m certainly looking forward to a bit of peace and quiet and not having to speak too much… I was starting to gabble constantly, completely unfiltered about everything, which can be amusing but also highly irritating.

                      It’s funny, it takes me a week just to get into the habit of chatting again and then I’m all over it at 90mph…

                      I’ve a thousand things to do, but once I’ve cleared the slate and can compose myself, I’ll be back unflustered and unrushed!

                      You were right about the cat – she sulked her an hour before becoming a madam again! 😀

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                    16. ‘Tis the season to be busy 😉

                      No worries, I have a warped sense of time which suits me fine and I’m easy going about communication to the point of lazy laissez-faire.

                      Ah, the old messed-up routine experience, which is at once inspiring, because it can be insightful to leave the comfort zone, sometimes liberating, and completely disorienting, because we discover facets of ourselves which only exist outside of the comfort zone and it can be strange to meet those facets.

                      I had some visitors at the weekend, and just switched my social blah blah function on, and off it went. I can talk about everything and nothing, ad libbing like crazy, when I have to, can indeed be fun, but afterwards it feels like some kind of intoxicated state even if nothing with any intoxicating ability was imbibed.

                      Look forward to seeing what the experience inspired!

                      Cats do not like their finely tuned lifestyle to be disrupted by their human. Hope she got lots of lovely loving to make up for your absence 😀

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