Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
Friday
On Friday after work a few of us checked out a new bar in town, the Spaniard. It's very small inside and the ground bar must only accomodate around 20 people. We were about to leave when the barmaid told us there was an upstairs bar. We made our way up the staircase which was adorned with retro posters of blues and jazz. The second floor bar was marginally bigger, capable of holding 40 people. There were tables free but they all had 'reserved' on them. However, on further enquiry, they were free until 7pm which was grand by us. Several pints later, that Friday feeling was a shared one of minor exhaustion and we made our way home.
Saturday
Saturday afternoon was spent playing Area 51 and cutting my hair using the shaver on a low setting. Personal grooming is a long boring process, especially when you don't have a spare mirror and use a DVD to check the double reflection to see what the back of your head looks like in red or blue, dual layered plastic. After 45 minutes, I was ready to leave the rest for Lou to tidy up and proceeded to clear up the mounds of hair that had fallen at my feet. Unfortunately there was a communication breakdown and after a slight altercation, more of my hair was removed than previoulsy indicated. The only course of action was to take it all off. I was now ready to play Edward Nortons body double in American History X 2: Soul Brother.
Continuing the theme of visting new places in Belfast, a few of us headed out to the Stiff Kitten for a couple of beers before returning to the flat for a film and more beer. The Stiff Kitten initially had more bouncers than punters but after an hour it was packed leading me to conclude that Belfast needs at least 10 more pubs because demand far exceeds supply, especially ones that aren't up their own hole of trendiness and designer beers.
Our film of choice was 48 Hours and it surprisingly lived up to what I remember: a gritty buddy cop movie with as much plot as action but still fun to watch. Shame about Nick Nolte these days though. [3.5 calypso beats out of 5]
The rest of the night is blurry and revolved around 101 topics of which I no longer recall except that it was around 4am before my head hit the pillow and it would be 12:30pm on Sunday before it lifted again resulting in an afternoon of curling up on the sofa and rocking back and forth.
Sunday
When Lou and I were feeling more human, we walked around the corner to watch A History of Violence. It's definetly a contender for an Oscar and Viggo Mortensen puts in a very understated performance as Tom Stall, a small town worker who becomes a local hero after foiling a robbery in the café he works in. His actions gain the attention of the media and his life is turned upside down in the aftermath of unwanted attention from his past.
The film takes you on a rollercoaster of emotion and keeps your eyes firmly fixed on the screen until the credits roll.
I would give this film 4.5 small towns out of 5.
Saturday
Saturday afternoon was spent playing Area 51 and cutting my hair using the shaver on a low setting. Personal grooming is a long boring process, especially when you don't have a spare mirror and use a DVD to check the double reflection to see what the back of your head looks like in red or blue, dual layered plastic. After 45 minutes, I was ready to leave the rest for Lou to tidy up and proceeded to clear up the mounds of hair that had fallen at my feet. Unfortunately there was a communication breakdown and after a slight altercation, more of my hair was removed than previoulsy indicated. The only course of action was to take it all off. I was now ready to play Edward Nortons body double in American History X 2: Soul Brother.
Continuing the theme of visting new places in Belfast, a few of us headed out to the Stiff Kitten for a couple of beers before returning to the flat for a film and more beer. The Stiff Kitten initially had more bouncers than punters but after an hour it was packed leading me to conclude that Belfast needs at least 10 more pubs because demand far exceeds supply, especially ones that aren't up their own hole of trendiness and designer beers.
Our film of choice was 48 Hours and it surprisingly lived up to what I remember: a gritty buddy cop movie with as much plot as action but still fun to watch. Shame about Nick Nolte these days though. [3.5 calypso beats out of 5]The rest of the night is blurry and revolved around 101 topics of which I no longer recall except that it was around 4am before my head hit the pillow and it would be 12:30pm on Sunday before it lifted again resulting in an afternoon of curling up on the sofa and rocking back and forth.
Sunday
When Lou and I were feeling more human, we walked around the corner to watch A History of Violence. It's definetly a contender for an Oscar and Viggo Mortensen puts in a very understated performance as Tom Stall, a small town worker who becomes a local hero after foiling a robbery in the café he works in. His actions gain the attention of the media and his life is turned upside down in the aftermath of unwanted attention from his past.The film takes you on a rollercoaster of emotion and keeps your eyes firmly fixed on the screen until the credits roll.
I would give this film 4.5 small towns out of 5.
posted by Phil @ 6:16 pm
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