A Colourful Reminder…


…that it’s almost time to bring all your colours for

The Colours Blogathon

8 & 9 September 2017


It’s not too late to join in. Anything colourful goes. In any language. And I’m happy to push the boundaries…chocolate and rose are colours in my book.

Here’s the original post…Announcing the Colours Blogathon

If I’m distant…it’s not you…

…it’s me.

So, just to let you know that if I’m not commenting or liking posts as often as I used to – I haven’t lost interest. I’m just totally snowed under (in packing boxes) at the moment. Lots on the go (I’ll update you all soon-ish). Any Blogathons I’ve committed to, I’ll still contribute to and I’ll try be “around” as much as possible for other posts.

Just give me another week or so…

Not so popular popular (Unpopular Opinion Tag)

There are always those “popular” movies that everyone raves about but that just don’t gel with me. Imagine everyone had the same likes and dislikes.

Richard over at The Humpo Show tagged me and I enjoy these things so…why not? Thanks Richard! Your tag is much appreciated.

And, without further ado (be warned though…you might just want to unfollow me or throttle me or shake your head in disgust)….here are the three movies that I really don’t like despite popular opinions.

Immediately to mind comes this one:

No Country for Old Men. I’m sorry but I absolutely HATE this movie. I know, I know…hate is a very strong word but in this case…I HATE it! It is sooooo disturbing. It ends off with this feeling of hopelessness. I know that is often reality but the reason I watch movies is for escapism and there needs to be a glimmer of hope. I never got that from this one.

The other one that was all hyped up and just left me feeling down:

Up. I’m sorry…go ahead, unfollow me if you want. The opening few minutes were cute and then I was sad for the rest of the story. And despondent. And wondered why such a depressing movie was made. Definitely not one for kids. But that’s just how I feel.

And finally….

Gone with the Wind. This is based purely on my memories of watching it years and years ago. I can’t tell you what I didn’t like or why, but I remember being all excited to watch it and then….disappointed. I recall hoping for a happy end which I don’t think ever came. Ok, maybe I’ve forgotten how it all pans out. Maybe if I watch it now (yeah, right, like that’s going to happen) I’ll take a more mature view on it and enjoy it….hmmm….

The blogs I’ll tag for this one are, in no particular order (see the rules further down):

Plain, Simple Tom Reviews


Caftan Woman

Reads & Reels

Jason’s Movie Blog

Often off Topic

Taking Up Room

and Realweegiemidget, I’d double-tag you but you have this habit of adding to my To Watch list. Ok…you’re tagged again


1 – Pick 3 films that are well liked by most people, except you!

2 – Tag 5 or more people to get involved.

3 – Thank the person that tagged you. 🙂

Whiplash…I know the feeling

The ability to totally understand the emotions of a character in a movie is rare. Yes, we empathise, but how often do we really, truly come close to “I know how you feel”? Of course we can never know exactly how anyone feels as we are all different but we definitely have levels of understanding based on experiences. For once, I can say, I know. I have been there. I’m on about Fletcher (J.K Simmons) shouting at Andrew (Miles Teller) “You’re fast”, “Now you’re slow” and on and on. Most people don’t understand this…really, really, understand this. I do: It was inevitable that on those days when screeching resonated down the passage from behind that scary closed door, you were about to be in for a similar experience as the poor sod finishing off their piano lesson. I dreaded lessons on those days because no matter how I tried or what I did, I too was playing either too fast or too slow or just not quite getting it and when I eventually got it right, I had no idea what I had done different to the previous 30 or so times. In my novice opinion (as was made clear to me then), that last correct attempt was no different to the first incorrect one. But, something minuscule, inaudible to my ears must have been. Yes, agreed, the second attempt was usually exaggeratedly too slow resulting in a highly irritated “Lovey…” accompanied by eye-rolling and some additional comments on being such an amateur or that now I’m just being ridiculous. The 3rd attempt was naturally then way too fast but I had to do something, anything, to get through this hour of hell. Gosh, thinking back, I’m so glad she was perched next to me and didn’t see the glistening eyes. She definitely would have increased her fire-breathing had she had the slightest idea that “I am upset” as Andrew puts it. So yes, Whiplash really hits home. Very hard. For some of us, not so much fiction is it? Even I ran off to the practice rooms to really pound those torturous bars into my brain only to play them even worse during the following week’s repeated torture session. Interesting enough was that until the day before the exam the particular section that was considered shocking and worthy of failing was suddenly “beautifully played…Lovey”.

The question raised is how far does one go? I’m definitely not the one to take it to the same extremes as Andrew did. His goal was to be the best, no matter what. But then why shouldn’t we aspire to be the best? What’s the point of doing something half-heartedly? Doesn’t mean you have to be the best but at least make the best possible attempt you can. Personally, I don’t think it is all Fletcher‘s doing. If Andrew wasn’t that way inclined to start with, no matter what Fletcher did, Andrew wouldn’t have done it. The point is, he accepted it in some masochistic pleasure.

I must say, I believe that the speech around Charlie Parker becoming Charlie Parker because Jo Jones threw a cymbal at him may have some truth to it. If Charlie Parker hadn’t been humiliated, would he have pushed himself and in doing so become great? Also the fact that Fletcher brought on Connolly as a motivator is a good strategy. Nothing like instilling some competition. I think it is our natural make-up to want to win or at least be good at things. Well, where it comes to our passions. Wouldn’t work for something we don’t really care about.

Looking back on my student days, I can laugh about it. But back then, it was by no means a laughing matter. In fact, the daily question piano students asked was “What mood is she in?” And each week we all swore we’d had enough and would transfer to another teacher. We never did.












My Dream Home

Favourite Film home? Really? I have none. Well, so I thought and passed over The Favourite Film and TV Homes Blogathon. Then, out of the blue it came to me…my absolute favourite home. How could I forgotten about it? I’ve often thought about it and the happy family that calls it home.

This is it:


You’ll have lots of space and room to move:

A perfect kitchen:


Even running water:


Evening music floating through the air:


The bedroom is well stocked with books which you can read under the stars when you open the skylight:



Family bonding. Be it in the living area or the lounge:

When you want to keep those neighbours out? Just pull up the stairs:


And there’s enough to do for entertainment:



Everything you could possibly wish for. The home of The Swiss Family Robinson.


Update: I promise I didn’t copy any other participants’ format. I only read all the others after I’d finished this one. Great minds I guess…