I am very glad that this year’s lead up to Christmas has been less hectic and more reflective than the years in my most recent memory. Winding down to a festive season is quite enjoyable, even if that season is perpetuated by the consumerism of the free market machine.
Nolan directs the film exactly like a great trick, so you want to see it again the second it’s over. I’d call that wicked clever.
What’s appealing about Bond is precisely its unhip classicism — its promise of clean, crisp excitement delivered without the interference of whiplash-inducing camera pyrotechnics, attention-deficient editing patterns, gratuitous color tinting and/or ear-splitting rock ballads.
Both of them quite accurate in my opinion.
The night before last I slept really really well. Like, the way new parents would expect a baby to sleep, given the overworked clichÃ© “to sleep like a baby”. Eight hours of blissful unconsciousness, to awake to a bright new week before my alarm rang. Monday morning and I was rested!
However, last night I did not have so much sleep. Six hours, not quite so rested before turning in, and I awake this morning with not a little displeasure at the sound of the Buzzing Sleep Interrupter.
Here’s what I realise now: tired is the new black. I am so used to being under-slept that being the opposite actually feels foreign. For probably the last five years I have been operating on the assumption that a certain level of tiredness was normal, particularly given the amount of stuff I need (prefer?) to achieve each day.
I think I’ll shoot for more than six hours’ slumber per night from here on…
Of all the unlikely people to come up with a quotable quote of great depth, Monty Panesar would have to be close to the most unlikely.
For when he was asked what he would do with his last 10 quid, he replied: “Give it to someone who needed it.” I applaud you Monty.
EDIT: Shame about The Ashes though, ay… 😉