This week I was Mostly...

This week I was mostly watching the feast scene from Big Night over and over and over again. It's absolutely captivating. It's been a very long time since I watched a film from start to end with a big smile all the way across my normally gnarly and angry mug. The feast scene, in particular, is incredible. I like to watch people eat, not in a hands down my trousers sort of way you understand. I mean it's not as if I'm standing outside restaurants shuffling myself into a frenzy as people stuff over cooked pasta and soggy salad down their pie holes. Mmmmmm, pie.

What?

Where the hell was I?

Oh yeah, but I do like to watch people eat. I like to see their faces light up as the fork full of tender meat or what have you gives up it juicy flavours. Theses initial reactions cant be faked, they are instant and they are real. The feast scene is full of these reactions and more and is simply beautiful to watch. Thank you for recommending it to me and if you haven't seen it then I heartily recommend it. I laughed out loud, like the kids do, at this scene....

Reminded me of this.

This week I was mostly concerned about my nicotine replacement lozenges, Niquitin. I can't function without them. Seriously I found myself rooting through pockets, bags - both man and regular, on desks, under desks in search of one, just one, the other evening. I eventually found a half sucked one in an old work shirt pocket. These ten minutes of frantic searching put me in mind of the dark but pleasing days when I smoked. That's not good. I have to say that I think I have just swapped a smoking problem for a Niquitin lozenge problem.

So I turned to the internet, it would have the answers. Turns out they are addictive. I mean what the fuckity fuck is that all about? That really is taking the piss. Sake! And, you'll like this, prolonged usage makes you fart like you have just a full evening of Guinness and raw steak. Which does go some way to answering that particular issue. I thought I was trousers trumpeting more than normal but when people started opening the window when I entered the room I knew there was an issue. So obviously that's the end of the nicotine lozenges. It's cold turkey and swearing from here on in folks. Manuel will not be slaved by nicotine for a moment longer. Well I'm gonna finish this packet first, be rude not too. And from then I'll be free...and less smelly.

This week I was mostly less than amused at this shit right here. Well spotted by Keith. Who the fuck thinks like this? Who?

This week I was mostly less jolly than normal, so I sent Little Miss Manuel to the butchers, obviously. Have a swell weekend folks, stay safe and sing up United.