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Sunday, September 10, 2006
9:25 PM Transporter I'm quite a big fan of films as you may or may not have noticed. Note that I said films, not film; I'm not a huge fan of low budget foreign films where people smoke cigarettes and talk in French with painfully long pauses, I'm more of a fan of Grim Reaper from Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey (as opposed to Grim Reaper from The Seventh Seal). That's not to say I don't like foreign films, I mean I love stuff like City of God and Studio Ghibli flicks. I'm not sure what I mean now. OK, I like some films, ok?? Anyway, as well as loving films that I love, I also love films that I hate. You know the ones, films that are so bad that they're actually the best thing you've ever seen. Commando, xXx, The Transporter, that kind of thing. Well, this week Sealey mentioned that she got Transporter 2. Naturally I had to borrow it. So I fired up the DVD player and got watching. So far so good; a fist fight where the protagonist is hopelessly outnumbered but kicks butt, and a stupid moral code about cars that the guy lives by. The plot, acting, and everything in general are uber-poor. However, and there's a big however, there was a problem. They makers had stolen one bit from an episode of MacGyver! Luckily I was eagle-eyed enough to notice and document it for the world to see: Click here to download the evidence (3mb wmv) Mr Transporter was either a massive MacGyver fan or this was some bizarre coincidence. There is another choice too; the weapon in question has replaced the faithful uzi and is now de rigeur among the gangstas in South Central. Imagine it! Drive bys where they've actually got to pull over and line up the shot with a gas can! ----- Lovely day today down the pub watching the Hammers/Villa match and then chilling in the beer garden. Although it was September, the insects were out in force. I was harassed by a wasp (which I eventually managed to trap under a teacup), and just when I thought all was safe, two tiny flies decided to land on my hand and have it off.   Yup. Two flies. My hand. Doing the horizontal monster-mash. The 'he' fly had mounted the 'she' and was banging away without his feet even being on the ground. Not even Sting can do that! A diabolical streak came over me, and I decided to flick them away. Unfortunately, the flick wasn't a clear sweep and served only to mash the two of them together on my hand into one big sexual mush. Two star-crossed lovers, killed while on the job. A bit like that couple in The Godfather:  Sorry guys. Leave a comment ::
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So... technically you flicked two flies off...?
Erm... I guess...
No, probably not.
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