Monday

Today I finally get round to finishing last week's Who Are Ya?! blog post and I'm actually rather proud of it. It's one of the first one I've completed over a few days and not just off the top of my head in one hour and, understandably, I think it benefits from the extra few days' consideration. I think I am lucky in that I'm able to write to a good standard very quickly and without much agonising over how best to phrase my thoughts - I can more or less type as fast as I can think - but I need to work on my ability to self-edit. This is less important in a blog post than if I were submitting something to be published, I know, but when you've written something you like it is very easy to be precious about it and wrongly see every word you have written as being essential.

Either way, I think I said what I wanted to say about the narrative and the drama of football - or the Beautiful Car Crash as I seem to have put on the Who Are Ya?! Twitter feed.

I post the entry online just as K arrives home and read sections of it out to her to check how the rhythm sounds. She seems pleased that I am happy but essentially disinterested in what I am writing about - let's hope The Publisher doesn't share this attitude three weeks today! We eat a strange Chicken Tikka Kiev each for dinner which is perfectly tasty but...strange.

My payday Blu-rays arrived today in the form of Toy Story 1 & 2 so we stick the latter on after dinner. It's probably the Pixar film I've seen least recently so remembered quite little of what was going to happen. What I had forgotten - partly because I remember the relatively flat textures of Toy Story and have been spoilt by the more recent Pixar films on Blu-ray - was just how beautiful everything looks in TS2. Every surface looks and moves exactly how it should whether it be wood, fabric, leather, plastic, metal, glass and it is clear that the filmmakers were keen to show off just how far they had come since the first film. As I always say about these films, if only all filmmakers put in just half of the effort and attention to detail that Pixar did, we'd have some truly spectacular films to watch.

Later we crack on with Mad Men and watch two very good episodes as bits of Don Draper's past seem to be coming back to haunt him. Even later I stay up far too late to finish Touching From A Distance - which I'm glad I finished but has made me feel little other than quietly sad. Suicide is never cool, but Ian Curtis thought it was and that is his real tragedy. He's just lucky he had people like Tony Wilson around to build the rock star myth for him after he'd gone.