Crocodile Dundee

Enough about me. How are you? You are looking well. You must be looking forward to your next break. How'd that all turn out? It is awful when those things don't progress the way they should. You've got to think fast and act timely haven't you, or else these opportunities will pass you by. Don't forget to write, now.

Forgive my lapse into Flann O'Brien-esque whimsy. If I could choose to write like anyone, it would be he, in his Myles na gCopaleen guise (his real name being Brian O'Nolan, Flann being yet another nom de plume).

So, anyway, I spent most of yesterday at the Science Museum. It really is a remarkable place. Free entry and some of the most wonderful interactive exhibitions. Makes you feel appreciative of some of the philanthropic acts of days gone by. Then you remember that much of this philanthropy was paid for by the imperialist actions of said bygone days and a little tarnish is added. Ah, heck. It's marvellous (pronounced just so) and everyone should go.

On the plane on the way over I watched several films and I'll probably fill in the odd gap down here with sporadic observations on these. The worst was Fantastic 4: Rise of the Silver Surfer. There will, no doubt, be those wondering quite why I would watch such a thing. Well, it was a very successful film, despite the ordinariness of the first and I was rather tired. It wasn't very good though. It's aimed squarely at the kids, with pretty clumsy gags and a see-how-many-countries-we-can-include-for-marketing-purposes attitude. The FX looked poor on a small screen and the minor characters just embarrassed themselves trying to carry the plot along. Gryffudd (sp?) and Evans deserve some praise for their efforts, although Ioan still looks too young (git) while Jessica Alba will need to be careful if she wants to avoid me labelling her the new Halle Berry. And that is far from a compliment.

The Crocodile Dundee reference is due to an image I couldn't shake despite not having too clear a recollection. There was an old advert (back in the day) for a certain Aussie lager involving a tourist looking for directions. I was on the tube yesterday on the Piccadilly line and every time the announcer mentioned the eventual destination I had stuck in my head the lines:
"Do you know the way to Cockfosters?"
"Drink it warm... mate"
All the way to Leicester Square... DAMN YOU!