I've had a bit of a film fest over the past few days. I started with Camelot on Saturday. There's three hours of hideous overacting. But I suppose that's what happens if you put a bunch of terribly serious thespians (Richard Harris, Vanessa Redgrave, Lionel Jeffries) in a musical. They made Tim Curry in The Rocky Horror Picture Show look fairly restrained. I don't think I'll be watching Hamalot again. Not even for the one line they managed to deliver correctly.

On Sunday I watched Carrie for the first time. That's a sweet, funny film most of the way through. And the P.E. teacher's blusher is astounding.

Sunday night was Barbarella but woe is me I fell asleep before the end. Now I'll never know what happened with Duran Duran or whether she made it back to the beardy bloke. The opening titles are fabulous though. What the word 'kitsch' was invented for. And the theme tune is groovy baby. I was giggling all the way through the opening half hour. I hear the film is being remade with Drew Barrymore in the lead role. No! No! No!

It appears some of my recent diary entries have gone missing. Never mind. I doubt they were groundbreaking.

Rhona is lovely and she was a dinnerlady in my dream. Su is superb (no pun intended) and has a Su Pollard fixation. Sadie is magical and not around often enough for my liking. Please visit them all because I value them very highly indeed.

P.S. This morning I received no less than 6 new cds of music. Hoorah!

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