Lynched film and now Lost

Lots and Lost to talk about (see what I did there? Not a spelling mistake but a play on words. Eh, clever hmm what?)

The weekend started with the arrival of my Dad and his girlfriend, Gail. Had only met her once for about 10 minutes and didn't come away with a good impression. My over-grown doubts and worries of hating her were soon driven away and found out alot more about her over a Kutis curry than I sometimes know about my dad. Kutis do amazing Indian food including Venison Masala. The other thing which is worth going there is for the traditional curly sandaled waiters like Ali Baba.

Saturday morning was a rude awakening at 8am as Coleman Snr was keen to get down to the boatshow, the biggest annual event Southampton ever puts on (another reason to move out). So big that Paul and Sarah couldn't get a hotel, B&B or bush to lie under that weekend. As I was rubbing my tired eyes to see if all was well for breakfast, my dad was stirring a cup of tea in his shirt, pants and socks. So glad Kerry didn't see that.

The afternoon was spent mostly watching the TV even though it was well toasty outside. We'd been looking out for a particular episode of Its a Knockout on Challenge TV as Kerry's dad was a contestant representing Plymouth. We'd almost given up until after the Budgie costumed race and 10 minutes to go, there appeared a badly moustached bloke climbing a drawbridge - Mr Bartlett had arrived and it was 1981. Very bizarre.

After waving off my Pa, we headed to Kev and Karol's for a Paul & Sarah mini reunion over a BBQ meal. Lucy had brought Caitlin along, who for a toddler, was just mad but cute with it. The toys to entertain her were an odd mix of a mini-football, a wobbly fat policeman, a police car and police van. Whether Lucy was trying to teach her from an early age of what vehicles and people to be wary of I don't know. Quick! Hide these for mummy!

A few drinks that night so memory a little hazy apart from Paul quoting that famous artist Damien Hurst but naming him David instead. Off which I quipped David Hurst, Damien's lesser known brother who pickles eggs instead of half-cows. Kev had asked me to quote but somehow loses it zing on screen.

Karol had recommended renting Highway and Mulholland Drive. Could only get the second one on Sunday night watched the David Lynch expecting weird but good things. OK, Twin Peak styling and 'dreams' but ropey dialogue right from the start. The clunkiness continued with very little going on. When it ended, all of sudden a shit load of happened in the last 15 minutes and ended with an evil tramp. What was that about?!

Lost finally let go of our Tuesday night responsbilities. Nice to se Jim from Neighbours getting some work. More fecking questions need to be answered in the next series. Will Michael come back? Where do the Others live? What's with the big foot statue with four toes? Are Mr Echo and Locke still alive?

So good to see Japanorama back on. Thursday night featured Hard Gay which I have honourable respect for. Found a proper website dedicated to the 'say, say, say, hooooooooo' leather-hot-pant wearing man.

This week has flown by and we look forward to Kev and Karol (again), this time at Casa Coleman. I was hoping to take them along to see the One Man Star Wars Trilogy. Here's Winchester Theatre Royal's web quote:-

"Charles Ross, the writer and solo performer, spent too much of his childhood in a galaxy far, far away – adulthood has been similar. Ross plays all the characters, recreates the effects, sings the music, flies the ships, and fights both sides of the battles. This critically acclaimed, sell out show toured throughout America and Canada, before transferring to Off-Broadway and was this year’s undoubted hit at the Edinburgh Fringe festival. Including a special guest comedian, early booking is recommended."

Alas, they sold out weeks ago.