Keep up old boy!

Well didn't I loose touch with this blog rather quickly. I have made a decision to update this blog every weekend. Finding the time to do it every day may prove hard and I need to work on other things. But as I have managed to not update for a while now, I decided this post can be massive.

Since the last time I posted a lot of things have come to past. For the biggest part, Christmas. I had a really good one, spent with all my loved ones (minus a few friends from uni who I would have loved to be there) and most specifically my Samantha Pantha (its spelt right because I say so!).
LOVE Christmas,
LOVE the food,
LOVE the people,
LOVE the warmth that fills up inside of you.
No. Wait. Not that bloody single syllable word again. Let me try that again.
The food of Christmas is quite possibly the best food of the year. I mean we really put so much of our heart into creating a meal. We do it because of the anticipation of that one meal on that one day. No one cooks all year round like they do on Christmas day, it would kill you!
The people you spend Christmas with is the real feeling you get inside. All it takes is for one person to feel the Christmas spirit (which is not hard when you are surrounded by the smell of the cooking) and it infects you. Its one of the best infections you can get and one of the easiest to loose :(. It makes me a little sad that some people don't have the chance to become an infected Christmas form. Very sad.
NEW YEAR! I had one of the best New Year's party of my life this year. A house party is always the way to go as there are no fees you have to pay to actually celebrate a passing of time. I spent mine at a farm with my Sam's family and friends. They are loving and caring and made me and a friend I dragged along very welcome. They are brilliant people so open and so accepting and they really did make my New Year something special.

Right those are out the way.

I have been to the cinema three times since I blogged and they have been some of the most interesting films of my life. The first was Harry Brown. If you have seen it you will know what I mean when I say that it was bleak. What a morbid outlook on life that film really was. But I cannot deny it's brilliance. The acting was incredible and the writing drew you into the character of Harry, the empathy with an aging pensioner ran deep. At no point did you feel sorry for the people his vengeance annihilated.
The second film was Sherlock Holmes. Brilliant acting, fantastic writing and Guy Ritchie went that little bit further with his directing. I was impressed and anticipate a sequel.
But now the final film. 44 Inch Chest. Well it was not what I expected. After seeing the trailer I expected a violent bloodied steak with a peppercorn sauce of cockney jibes. I was very wrong. But not disappointed. If you were to ask me what film I would have wanted to write or direct, it would be 44 inch chest. A film worthy of the stage. The writing touched something deep inside of me that woke up and said "this is what I want to write". It was sublime. Dark and horribly funny. Yet emotional ... the type of emotion that hits you with a sledgehammer repeatedly after you told it that you did not feel the same way. All I can really say is watch it and decide for yourself if this film deserves my praise of if I, in fact, need help.

I have visited some of the most fantastic people that I am proud to call my friends. I miss you all dearly and genuinely can't wait till I see you again. You know who you are [points menacingly].

ANYWAY I shall be updating this blog weekly now with my thoughts and a story.