Sunday, 6 January 2008

2008 here I come.... Shackled to the wagon

Happy New Year all... Now, as my New Year's resolution I rather rashly decided to give up alco-frol for the whole of January. What was I thinking! Well, actually I know what I was thinking - I was hoping to be able to squeeze into my posh frock again in time for M&B's big centenary birthday bash in February. Now I'm thinking I should have just sprung for a new one. Only five days into the new year and I've already discovered how boring hubby's wonderful spaghetti and meatballs is without a nice glass of Chianti.

So, yesterday, to take my mind off my enforced sobriety I headed for our local cinema with my teenage son and managed to strong arm him into seeing a chick flick with me (hubby will not go near them) and discovered the sweet, pleasantly cheesy, heart-meltingly romantic (and surprisingly poignant) PS I Love You starring Gerard Butler and Hilary Swank.

I'm hoping to blog on it in The Pink Heart Society's Friday Film Night (although I suspect someone else has already nabbed it) so I'm not going to say too much. Just that it's a rom-com about grief (yes, really) based on Cecilia Ahern's debut novel and has the added benefits of the gorgeous Gerard (I'll even forgive him his iffy Irish accent), Hilary being light but not too fluffy (great actress that she is, she sometimes comes across as a bit intense I think), Lisa Kudrow doing her Phoebe schtick with the ditz-ometer on a lower setting and the fabulous Kathy Bates (someone give this woman a proper starring role again, please) plus the sort of Oirish location you only ever get in Hollywood movies (cue rolling green hills, craic-filled pubs, dry stone walls and dark, handsome, blue-eyed boyos singing love songs). I swear, I thought Maureen O'Hara was about to pop up in a supporting role (and was a bit disappointed when she didn't).

I'm not going to tell you the story, except to say it's the sort of plot that would make a category romance writer proud and the big twist after the opening credits cleaned out my sinuses but good. Anyway, if you haven't seen it yet, get out there and lap it up — especially if you're off the booze like me. Nothing like a good cry, a good laugh and a good oggle (thank you Gerard's butt) to intoxicate you without the aid of alcoholic stimulation I say.

In a word, inspirational. Which is what I need as I've only got five weeks to due date on ms four and I'm not even half-way through yet. Argghhh.

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