“When I was your age, television was called books. And this is a special book.“
Monday. The beginning of the week.
It seemed like a good day to start my life-make-over!
After not having seen it in at least 10 years, I finally bought myself a copy of The Princess Bride. I still have visions of me running around with a stick when I was about five saying, “Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
Anyway, I came home from mass after ditching my friends, locked myself in the backroom with a cup of tea and it was as amazing as I remember it when I was a teeny-tiny.
Oh well, except the fact that I can’t take Westley seriously knowing that he was in Men in Tights -damn you Mel Brooks!
Also as I said, yesterday I was at mass, and no I’m not a religious freak, but the Jubilee Folk Choir was asked to sing at the Annual November Bereavement mass. It was a lovely and tearful ceremony, despite some cripsy-sounding tech problems during the candle lighting and a joke-cracking priest, but in fairness, I think it lightened the mood a little and there really is no point in making these things too depressing; sure they’re sad enough.