No-one cares if I am schlumping about in a beanie, ugg boots and dressing gown at 1pm with a watering can in one hand and an armful composting materials in the other, not out here in Enfield they don't anyway. I've lived out here for the better part of a decade now; all of my neighbours are well aware that I am nuttier than a well made fruit cake and they have seen me at my least glamourous on several occasions. I believe that keeping expectations low can be extremely beneficial when it comes to neighbourhood relationships and interactions, so maintaining the image of a mostly mental person can be really self preserving in the long run. I am sure that my years of Enfield schlumping have saved me from a lot of unnecessary small talk with would be caring neighbours and I am happy to keep it that way.
My neighbours are actually pretty far away from me out here, which means that a casual raise of the hand or a knowing nod are really the only interactions that appear to be required, but as I said, my schlumping has probably maintained the status quo on that front.
So I have now spent a full week of my holidays in rest mode, and I mean full on rest mode. I have barely left the house aside from one dinner date, one lunch hook up and a rather hasty grocery shop. However, in spite of said schlumping, I have still managed to read two (almost three) books, watch 3 full TV series and 12 movies, sketch in my journal for the better part of every afternoon, do at least 20 minutes of yoga a day, pull a few weeds and pin extensively on Pinterest. So, you could call it pro-active slacking or 'zen like' slacking - kinda like Clayton's slacking - the slacking you do when you're not really slacking.
Anyway, with only a week to go, I feel that I need to start balancing out the schlumping and the slacking with some actual real world doing as well. Time to get a few ticks off the old 'to do' list, but I am definitely going to be rocking out in my dressing gown well into the midday hours as often as I can, that is the right of the holiday schlumper!
Release Date: 2011
Rating: MA 15+
Running Time: 104 mins
You just know that when Simon Pegg and Nick Frost get together to make a science fiction movie that it's going to be funny, and Paul is probably the funniest alien movie that I have ever seen. A clear nod to sci-fi geeks worldwide, this movie isn't setting out to do anything but entertain and it totally succeeds.
Graeme (Pegg) and Clive (Frost) are British comic book enthusiasts on a road trip though the American Southwest, their plan is to stop off at places that are linked to alien and UFO sightings. After encountering a real alien that's on the run named Paul (voiced by Seth Rogen) their road trip soon becomes a rescue mission as they try to get Paul to his spaceship before the government secret service catches up with them.
This is laugh out loud funny, Rogen does a great job of fleshing out Paul's utterly vulgar, slacker alien character and Pegg and Frost can always be counted on to deliver high quality humour. Sci-fi geeks will adore this, it has cult following stamped all over it.
FINAL SAY: You have to spin a good yarn before you can weave a great dream.
4 Chilli Peppers