Bit a that…X

Film Review Friday.

1st. Perfume. Shite. Shite. Shite. I didn’t particularly like the book at all, you probably recall, load of absolute crap. The whole way through Grenouille is being painted as some sort of gross hobbit like creature, sickly, I kept picturing the fucker as some sort of pretty boy, guess what ?? Apparently he is, hollywoodised anyway. Dustin was pretty bad, Rickman a little better (I have much love for Rickman), they left out almost every key detail to the story, bad, bad, bad, not even the fucking PG Orgy scene at the end saved it, little to no front bum and lots a bouncing boobs in slow motion. Then he gets eaten. Der…FUCK…and they all feel LOVE. Oh, and the narrating was crap too. Not impressed.

2nd. Children of Men. Clive Owen is HOT, the movie is damn good. Enjoyed immensley. Michael Caine brilliant. Wasn’t expecting greatness at all, actually it surprised the hell out of me.

3rd. Witches of Eastwick. Fuck I love that movie. End.

Tonight, catching up with Dan & Melissah, BBQ & Drinks. Tomorrow night. Claire F birthday, dinner at Joes, then no doubt to the Nite Cat (I really do hate that place), the floor is sticky, the drinks aren’t as they’re supposed to be and the closer you get to the bar the more it smells like vomit. Not to mention the stupid amount of fuckwit guys with an unending amount of BAD pick-up lines. Shudder…ew. Sunday will be roast with the Walters. I’d much rather be up at Bulla, learning to Snowboard. Wearing my fluffy black beanie. Maybe i’ll go up in a couple a weeks time.

And whilst I’m in such a brilliantly whinging mood today….I may as well take the time to add that my head is fucking annoyingly itchy, damn you wounds hurry up and heal already, I’m tired of this and I want to be able to towel dry my hair with great vigor rather than gentle pats.

Enough of that…I’m actually fine…

I can’t get this out of my head though…


(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady

Cruised into a bar on the shore
Her picture graced the grime on the door
She a long lost love at first bite
Baby maybe you’re wrong, but you know it’s all right
That’s right

(That, that)
(That, that)

Backstage we’re having the time
Of our lives until somebody say
Forgive me if I seem out of line
Then she whipped out her gun
And tried to blow me away

(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady

So never judge a book by it’s cover
Or who you’re going to love by your lover
Love put me wise to her love in disguise
She had the body of a venus
Lord imagine my surprise

(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady

Baby let me follow you down
Let me take a peek dear
Baby let me follow you down
Do me, do me, do me all night
Baby let me follow you down
Turn the other cheek dear
Baby let me follow you down
Do me, do me, do me, do me

(Guitar solo)

Ooh what a funky lady
She like it, like it, like it, like that,
Ooh he was a lady

(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady
(That, that) Dude looks like a lady

Dude, dude, dude, dude looks like a lady
Dude, dude, dude, dude looks like a lady
Dude, dude, dude, dude looks like a lady
Dude, dude, dude, dude looks like a lady

(That that) ya ya ya yya ya yya ya chit chit yaow

(That, that)
(That, that)

Beleive me, it’s so fitting at the moment, you don’t see what I see. Infact, it could pass for a missing member of Aerosmith, possibly, but without any sexiness what so ever.


“First there was the time the farmer traded me for some magic beans. I ain’t never gotten over that. Then this fool went off and had a party, and they all starting trying to pin a tail on me. Then they all got drunk, and started hitting me with sticks, yelling “Piñata! Piñata!” What the hell is a piñata, anyway?”

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