What a weird thing to have so little to do on a Sunday. Normally my Sundays are taken over by daughterly duties, but today my mother has been put off going out, by the icy wind which feels as though it has blown straight from the shores of Antarctica. Welcome to autumn in NZ.
I'm not normally put off by a bit of brisk weather, but today I'm as much of a wuss as an eighty-year-old with an arm fracture and a fear of being in cemetaries on cold, windy afternoons. No walks into the hills for me.
Today we'll partake of our latest DVD purchases - part 2 of Season 5 of Angel, Shaun of the Dead and Bad Santa. We already saw Bad Santa at the cinema, but apparently the DVD version is an uncut version. I wonder which scenes will be extended - perhaps that infamous one of Billy Bob Thornton's character having anal sex with a fat lady in in the women's changing room?
Shaun of the Dead we watched last night - it was quite amusing, but I couldn't help comparing it with Peter Jackson's much earlier film, Braindead. And from memory, the latter was much funnier.
And Angel was fab of course; there was even an episode which neither of us had seen before - a real bonus. Well, Fred annoys me. It's partly because she's supposed to be geeky but always dresses like her looks must be so important. The other thing that annoys me about Fred is that, while she's supposed to be a physics genius, now all of a sudden she's a total science polymath whose ability ranges from forensics to weapons design and beyond. Yeah I know it's a fantasy show, but still...
* that's a reference to the song by The Small Faces