THE NOVELIST: The moors beckoned, shrouded in mist, Cathy wandered through the bracken dreaming of Heathcliff.
THE REALITY: Cathy tumbled out of the country bus, walked through a break in a drystone wall out onto the heath, only to be chased by a vicious looking sheep named Heathcliff.
This movie was one long testosterone fuelled promo advert for the US Army Rangers, what with all the machismo and chest thumping, gruff voices, and lone-wolf attitudes. Over baked and undercooked, this one lacked enough ingredients to make it thoughtful, or interesting.
Lots of big bangs and explosions and not much else.
It’s official, the windows in the bedroom are so dirty, I can’t take a decent photo through them anymore.
Any volunteers to clean them? What, no?
I found me a horse and I’m getting outta Dodge …
Shangri-La …
Look what I got for my birthday …
I think I’ve found James Bond’s car …
I think I found Waldo …
Mum told me to wait, but you know, I’ve been here a while now …
When Bill and Ben played hide and seek …
Snicker Stickers #1
BETELGEUSE - Instant space drink made from insects.
FINAL SOLUTION - The universal solvent.
VALIUM OF THE DOLLS - Robot tranquillisers.
MASTER BAITER - The ultimate in handheld fishing gear.
WHEREWOLF - Computer dating service for lycanthrophiles.
This little piggy …
Mind the butt …
Sometimes there’s an upside to having an appointment with the Notary about writing our wills, their offices are in the same building as our favourite restaurant, Cochon Dingue, a great place to grab a bite to eat after all that talk of death.
Hi, I’m Alexandra, come and take a walk with me around Quebec City, where I live. Here you’ll also find all the miscellaneous trivia of my life not important enough to make it to my BIG blog: Wry Writer.
Hi, I’m Alexandra, come and take a walk with me around Quebec City, where I live, and anywhere else I choose to travel, further afield. Here you’ll also find all the miscellaneous trivia of life not important enough to make it to my BIG blog: Wry Writer.