Prince of Thieves

:snerk: y'know, there is nothing quite like watching a film with a really old mate, one that you've both seen so many damn times, constantly snigger over and can do nearly all the lines even though you haven't seen it for years.

Robin Hood Prince of Thieves is *so* our film. Not to mention all those bits the filmmakers give us on a plate - Dover! Hadrian's Wall! Nottingham! (the fact that it's getting on for late afternoon when they're at Dover, 'We'll be at my father's house by sunset', me going 'but it takes at least half an hour to get off the damn beach!' and Steph going 'On foot?') the costuming - 'what'd they do, rob people to get that kind of clothing?' and 'What do we need that the forest cannot provide?' - us going 'A blacksmith with several years training in making swords, a decent forge and metal ore!' Oh, and not to mention the caesarean - 'Uh, didn't most mothers die from those?' 'Excuse me, at least get her drunk enough that she passes out' and 'Um, hello, aren't you going to stitch her up?'

Then we had all the lines, and the Sheriff... ah, Alan Rickman, we worship thee, yes we do.... Damn, if that's what's left of all his bits after they cut out the good bits, what were the good bits like?

Steph went home. I channel-surfed, found one of the soft porn films on Channel 5. Watched for ten minutes, snickering, turned off.

Rituals

Sitting here with a load of toxic stuff on my head all wrapped up in cling film to make sure it doesn't drip onto my clothes or accidentally brush against something. Traditional rituals of those who regularly dye their hair - not the ones who dye it strange and fantastic hair colours, just the rituals of those who decided a while ago that they'd prefer their hair to be a different colour, picked that colour and every 6-8 weeks, or when the roots get too bad, that it's time to go to the chemist, grab that packet of hair colourant (L'Oreal Feria Copper Shimmer in my case) and apply. I've been this colour for over four years now, started dyeing it when I went to Chelsea and kept on doing so. No-one really remembers me blonde anymore. So, sitting here feeling the slight tingle of the ammonium hydroxide and smelling the unbelievably chemical scent of it. I'll be neon carrot for a couple of days until it washes out slightly.

I heart this test.

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Must go wash dye out.

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feh. I believe this one not. am not anti hero. am person who goes 'fuck off, I don't *do* dying for a good cause'. and then go back into the bar.





This? quite amusing. am *so* not. am type who dislikes the cliquey and cannot stand Star Trek....