Sunday, April 26, 2009

Sunday Night in Belfast


Listen!

That's Bull

I especially like the shot of the farmer being chased down the aisle!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Credit where credit is due

Had a quality experience at the cinema tonight. Stu and I went to Flash of Genius starring the excellent Greg Kinnear at our beloved QFT. Based on a true story, it tells the tale of Dr Bob Kearns, inventor of the intermittent windshield wiper and his long battle with Ford for proper credit for his creation. It was both sad and inspiring to watch as Kearns' becomes obsessed with seeking justice in his case - sad as his quest became his highest priority eclipsing his family and previously happy life, but inspiring as we felt ourselves rooting for the underdog in this David and Goliath type tale. Kinnear is very good at playing a tortured soul and other strong cast members include Lauren Graham of Gilmore Girls fame, an appearance by my favourite, Alan Alda and also Dermot Mulroney who has a nice voice.

While we're on the topic of movies though, I should mention that the pre-movie ads were particularly unpleasant tonight - a hateful (and misogynistic as usual) Lynx ad was sandwiched by two gruesome public service announcements which I think are unique to Northern Ireland (if you've seen any of these, you'll know what I'm talking about . . . queue creepy ghost child voice, 'You forgot the battery Mommy . . . ')

Anyhow, there are a few goodies coming up on the QFT programme that we hope to get to - gotta get in those cinema visits now before Baby's arrival and we are sequestered to the house! In the Loop has gotten good reviews, and I am also keen to see the documentary American Teen. The amazing Waveriders and delightful Son of Rambow are both showing again and we'd be tempted to give them a second look.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

This made me smile :)

Not being a regular Britain's Got Talent watcher, it took me until tonight to watch this - warm fuzzies abound!!

“The time to relax is when you don't have time for it.”


If I had a penny for every time people have advised us in recent weeks to take advantage of every piece of free time for relaxing and enjoying ourselves now, well, I'd have a lot of pennies. Because apparently, after D-Day (which is, ahem, actually approaching quite quickly) life as we have known it for the past six years together, will officially end!! We are bracing ourselves as reading, cinema going, eating out and the extravagant luxury of sleeping are on the list of things that don't really jive with a teeny tiny Baby . . . Oh, and obviously a weekend getaway at a nice hotel.

So when we went trawling on the internet for a little vacay deal, Easter weekend at the Knockranny House Hotel in our beloved Westport (pics compliments of Stu of course) seemed like the perfect solution. And it was. We had a lovely time really chilling out and even were treated to some lovely spring sunshine. The deal also included a spa treatment for the mom to be (yes, I've apparently started referring to myself in the third person) which was an added bonus. By the end of the trip I was so relaxed, I was bordering on comatose! Remind me of this in about three month's time would ya?

Monday, April 6, 2009

Mon Mome, I love you

I am generally clueless when it comes to organised sports. I am something of a disappointing Canadian as I don't really know anything beyond the very basics about hockey, football or baseball. And I have to confess to being even more daft when it comes to sports in Ireland and the UK - highly significant events in the annual calendar of football (soccer) and rugby pass me by, and I am even worse when it comes to Gaelic football. I once asked a woman at work who mentioned that her daughters were into camogie if that was a martial art . . . errrrr, that would be no.

So, not being much of a sports fan (or a gambler for that matter) it will come as no surprise then to you that I don't follow horse racing all that closely! However, when the envelope comes around the desks periodically at work with the chance to throw in a pound to draw a horse for the chance to win, I just can't resist. Recently for the Cheltenham Gold Cup, I tried my luck on Barber Shop who was a loser in the end, despite being owned by the Queen! And on Friday for the Grand National, when I drew a horse with odds of 100-1 I was disheartened and thought that once again I had wasted my hard earned pound.

But luck was a lady for me on the weekend and I was delighted when my Mon Mome won me a windfall of £40!! The only annoying thing is that I've always said I'd like to go to one of the seedy betting shops seemingly on every corner around East Belfast to place a bet, just for kicks, and I was sooo wishing I'd gotten a bit crazy and put a bit of dosh on Mon Mome! Baby on the brain, I promptly spent my takings on this lovely changing bag by Pink Lining that I've been eyeing.