Could You Misanthropes Keep That Noise Down to a Dull Roar!

I have just re-read posts from my first IVF last year and my first encounter with the satanic drug of Synarel. I was pretty perky then until it all went to shit with no embryois to transfer.

However, my complaints about the Synarel were the same then as they are this year. Tastes like shit, makes me sneeze and gives me headaches. Oh, and I see dead people. Well, they will be dead if I get my hands on them.

The people who will be dead are the fifty-somethings who sat through The Proposition at my local arthouse cinema and gave a running commentary all the way though the film. Mr P had to give them a menacing glare and ask them to shut up. He is a pussycat but he has a shaved head so he can look mean if he tries. I was ready to just reach round and tie their tongues together but Mr P's restraining hand on my arm held me back. I just resorted to a hard Paddington stare as we left the cinema.

By the way, the film itself was amazingly violent but if you could ignore that, the cinematography was out of this world. Lots of shots of sunset in the Outback and lingering views of the desolation. All set to music co-written by Nick Cave and he also wrote the screenplay. Emily Watson and Ray Winstone outdid themselves.

We also had our weekend away to Loch Lomond. The hotel was shit and Mr P got food poisoning in their restaurant on the first night so that sort of put a damper on the weekend. We did have a glorious view of the loch from the bed but that was not enough to make up for the rest. Bah.

The only thing that helped ease my pain was that I finally got my mitts on the new Morrissey album and it is only 4 weeks until I worship at his feet, in person!!! I am already stressing about which black outfit to wear.