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I would like to have a peace/love-sort of festival at midnight on the Dartmoor... Candles everywhere and some open fires (don't know if National Trust would agree) where we can grill potatoes, marshmallows, prawns and all sorts of fish (no English saussages, because I don't like the smell of it). Plenty of Cockborn Port, special reserve, and the audience should include all nationalities, elderlies and pets. Everybody would wear flowers in their hair/fur... Music: Prokofiev's Montagues and Capulets from Romeo und Juliet to start with, then Leonard Cohen with Suzanne, Pink Floyd with Wish You Are Here, Joe Cocker, Eric Clapton, M. Hucknell from Simply Red (for me to flirt with), Alan Parson Project with Tales, Barry White and plenty of Wagner's music. Maybe we could invite Moby for the more modern touch. Hmm, no ladies until now. Okay, let's invite Aretha Franklin, Marianne Faithful and Maria Callas as well. We also need some Russian and Arabian folkmusic (and unfortunately one or two tunes of Country Western for my mum-in-law and her line-dancing-group....we can play the latter while I disappear with Mick Hucknall in the moor.....) That would be great. I might phone the London Symphony Orchestra and the others...maybe they are available when I'm back from holiday and we can set the date for it....
We all own a camera these days; be it the humble few pound disposable one or the thousand pound plus SLR. Irrespective of the cost of your camera our ultimate goals are the same; a good picture. Once we have our camera slung around our neck, we see ourselves as budding David Baileys or Ansel Adams, but alas sometimes our capabilities and techniques don't match that of our visionaries. We click away roll of film after roll, rush home to the nearest branch of Boots or similar process and printing outlet, use there the one-hour express service and naturely order the extra large prints. Then submissively we go to the local burger joint for an hour pensively awaiting our hopes and dreams. After the longest hour in history we return, hand over our stub receipt and lots of cash. In return we are given our envelope(s). With baited breath we open the envelope - disappointment or joy - only you can answer that. Fotango have launched an online photo-service which allows you to view your pictures online - then buy the ones you like at a cost of 49 pence each for a 6"x4" glossy print. They also offer a conventional process and print service for 35mm APS at £4.64 for a 24 exposure film. This service will probably not improve your photography, but it could save you some cash. Fotango uploads the images of your film on to the Internet for free. You - the customer - get an individual password, log on and view your photos. With Fotango you don't have to pay for photos you don't like. I personally save loads of money like this, because I'm experimenting with different shutter-speeds and exposures at the moment and at Boots I had to pay for each and every cock-up I made... Fotango also offers picture cropping, organising pictures in on-line photo albums and removing redeye. You can share your photos online with friends and family. I don't have to pay for an extra print to send to Germany. I just call my friends, tell them to log on to Fotango - and they can admire my (beforehand selected) photos! Fotango also offers additional service, like poster and mugs with your photos. No, I don't work for Fotango - but I really, really like their service! ***I have to change my opinion from five stars to 3 and a half stars! Since I wrote this opinion I had some bad developed photos from Fotango. It seems as when there is a blueish-greenish veil over the photos and I'm not impressed at all with it. First I thought it's me or the camera. But it's not (honestly).
This is an anti-wrinkle and firming eye-cream. You apply it carefully with your fingertips under your eyes (don't rub). How does it look like? - It's a beige cream. How does it smell like? - A discreet creamy fragrance. How does it feel like? - Refreshing, very pleasant. How does it work? - Hmmm, I didn't see any difference; the wrinkles are still there... I prefere it to eye-gels though, because you don't get little dry white bits on the surface of your skin (which can happen if you use too much gel). My skin doesn't absorb this cream very well. If I use it in the mornings and apply my mascara, I look like Alice Cooper after a while... If you believe in a daily skin-routine with lots of different creams and potions for all different parts of your face, then buy it. But if you (like me) believe that a good moisturizer is enough and that all additional products are just a money-spinner, then don't buy it. I will use the rest of my eye-cream in the evenings and that's it. No more eye-creams for me.
Who doesn't remember this film? Jack Nicholson at his best....He plays McMurphy, a little crook who ends up in an asylum for the mentally handicapped. A bit bored with the daily life in this institution he revitalizes the asylum and its residents with plenty of tricks and ideas. The people in charge don't like rebells and try to controll him with electro-shock and other treatments. A brilliant film, a brilliant actor, brilliant music. The film is a balance between the zest and the misery of life. But Jack Nicholson is not the only star. Danny DeVito and all the other actors blend in perfectly, and together they present a jewel of a film - a film one will never forget. Who doesn't remember the scene where the Indian takes the chewing-gum?
Last Sunday I felt like a nice weepy. You know what I mean, something romantic where you can cry your eyes out, eat chocolate.... Well, "Message in a bottle" sounded great. A reporter/researcher finds a bottle with a message. She tries to trace the person who wrote it. Things like this are always easy in films - and not long and she finds Kevin Costner and falls in love with him. The proper stuff for a weepy. But I didn't cry one single tear. The actress (Robin Wright Penn) was okay. The landscape was nice (Cape Cod) and Paul Newman was good as always. The only one who spoiled my afternoon-crying session was Kevin Costner. He produced the film and played the lead-role. Okay, he isn't bad looking, but he tried to represent a loner, grieving for his late wife with a big crash on this reporter-lady - without any success. His expressions were always the same - utterly bored. There was no chemistry between Mr Costner and Mrs Wright Penn at all. If you need some sleep - see the film. If you want a good film - see my other opinions.
Stressy job? Noisy neighbours? Too much on your plate? You need to retreat...you need the Highlands! About 20 miles from Inverness and 9 miles from Fort Augustus is Whitebridge. A wee little village in the middle of nowhere. One telephone-box, one hotel, a few houses and the Wildside Highland Lodges. Wildside is a small private complex of 12 lodges. The self-catering lodges are very, very nice - open plan living rooms with dining areas, kitchen, bath and shower, continetal quilts and bedlinen - and wonderful comfy beds! The best of all - you can take your dog! The lodges are not very cheap, depending on the season up to 546£ per house/per week; but every single pound is well spent. If you want a haven of peace and tranquility - if you want to retreat from the daily stress - if you want to have nature pure - if you want to relax - this is the place! www.assc.co.uk/wildside
When was the last time you laughed and cried together? The last time you were touched by a film, so much, you couldn't think of anything else for a days? It doesn't happen very often with the films nowadays, doesn't it? I had it with "One flow over the Cuckoos' Nest" and now with "Life is beautiful". The genius Roberto Bengini plays the lead-role, he directed the film and was one of the writers as well. Bengini plays an Italian Jew (Guido)during the Holocaust. He, his wife and his little son are in a concentration camp. He wants to save his son from the fear and invents another reality for him. I don't want to give away too much from the plot...It's hilarious and very, very sad. It's one of the best films ever and a very brave venture. Try to watch the film - you won't regret it.
Okay, I will get plenty of negative ratings now,...but I - as a female -have to do a plea for Tyson. Yes, he appears to be like a pitbull out of controll lately. Since Muhammed Ali's time I'm a fan of the boxing sport. I observed Tyson from the start and to date I am still a fan of his boxing-abilities. Mike Tyson had an awful childhood. I don't want to bore you with it, you surely all know the stories about the pigeons... Well, this young boxer put all his energy into boxing and all over sudden he was the youngest boxing king. Shy, not very good-looking, trusty and with a boxing style - different from others - he didn't get the positive feedback like other good boxers had. He was betrayed by false friends, freaked out and his name got worse and worse. The incident with Miss D. Washington happened. She went with him to his room and she didn't want to go any further. But Mike did. Mike got convicted, but he never admitted the crime. (Before you cry out loud, I'm just giving the facts I read in several papers - I don't take any sides at all). While Mike was in prison he changed his religion. He married a paediatrician and all he wanted, was to box again. But by now he was long classed as the baddy. This would have been the time to get him some therapy. Maybe he had it - I don't know, my sources don't go this far. Oh, I nearly forgot the ear-biting accident. Bad and ugly Tyson and the good-looking Evander Hollyfield started the fight. All of you who've seen it know how Hollyfield was clinging Mike's head. Well, I admit, it's not polite to bite a piece of someones ear; but unfortunately, Mike did it. From now on he was not only bad, ugly, and a rapist - he was a cannibal as well and nearly the whole media attacked him like vultures. The last fight - his best friend has died and he just came from his funeral. The media was bad, everybody was speaking about the rap e again. We saw how much energy Mike had. We all saw that he didn't attack the referee on purpose, we all saw that he just wanted to fight to release his energy. The comments he made about Lennox weren't appropriate, but we can only imagine how it feels to be in Tyson's shoes. For all his money, I would never swap life with him! I don't want to tell the world that Mike Tyson is a cuddly lamb. Oh no. All I want is a bit of fairness. He used to be a very good boxer and with a few decent opponents and plenty of therapy he could achieve it once again before he retires. He is a troubled man with a passion and a talent for boxing. If he commited a crime, he's paid for it. His mental health doesn't seem to be too good at the moment - but is this his fault alone?
Once a while this question crops up in one's mind: how am I going to die? We all have to go to the other side one day and we all want to do it in dignity and without any pain. Some of us speak about their fears and thoughts, some don't. Because my dad and his 6 brother and sisters all died of heart-related illnesses in their fourties I always expected this to be my fate as well. The three big clouds hovering above all of us are heart-deseases, cancer and accidents. I never really thought about any other threats. Until I found this web-site: http://www.castle-brass.co.uk/ features snippets of strange deaths from all over the world. It's obviously a private site, but it's easy to navigate and interesting to read. The site shows newspaper reports from 1990 until to date, featuring strange deaths. It might sound weird, but it is an very interesting reading. You learn about a man, biting off a piece of an ear from another man (not Mikey!) and suffocating from it. Or from a gentleman who died in a washing-machine... It depends on the way you cope with death. If you try to find the funny side of our existence, you'll love it.
Did you see the drama series "The Sculptress" with Pauline Quirke? It was good, wasn't it? But try the book - it's even better! Minette Walters is a writer, living in Hampshire. I never heard about her when I bought her first book, "The Ice House". I read it in one night...and went to the book-shop the next day to get more. Mrs Walters has an absolute brilliant writing-style with some innovative ideas. "The Scold's Bridle" for example is written in two parallel sections. One tells the story, the other section - written in cursive - shows pages from a diary; "The Breaker" shows sections of police-reports, "The Dark Room" brings newspaper snippets...and towards the end of each book everything melts together into excellent crime fiction. If you like Whodunnits - get Minette Walters!
(NOTE: This book doesn't belong under the category kids, it should be under the category academic/psychology. I asked the dooyoo-people to replace it, but it might take a while. Please don't read on if you are looking for a book for your kids!) A truly devastating book. Not an easy read at all; be warned. From the age of two until the age of sixteen Truddi Chase was raped by her step-father. Her own personality couldn't cope, froze - and she developed an array of persons, living in her body. These persons represented and defended the child towards the world. The grown up Truddi Chase wasn't aware of her situation for a long while, until she had to consultate a psychotherapist in another matter. He found out about her multipe personalities. This book is the result of his therapy. This book is not really written by Truddi Chase; it's written by the persons, living inside herself. I've read the German translation of the original American book whilst a friend of mine was being treated for a similar case. This book opens up a door and gives one a view to the cruelness and the sadness in our world. Truly devastating.
Do you remember this advertisement where the old Indian is passing to his happy hunting-grounds, but gets moving again when he smells the Mars-bar? That's when it all started.... I consider myself as a sensible person. Nothing and nobody can influence my decisions and actions - but TV-ads can! Coming from a rather dry advertisement-country I'm hooked to the ads in English programs. Dairily-dunkers - I don't like it, but I buy it, because I had such a good time watching this dinosaur dunking the blond one into the cheese. I was in stitches and giggling for hours... Too much cheese is not good for my cholesterol. I should use a healthy spread. But I can't, because I don't like the ad for this product(sorry, Mrs. Vorderman). Super noodles, a food I would never ever considered in my diet - but I had to have it after the last hilarious ad where the bloke is dancing around in the pink petticoat. I can't help myself, I'm a victim. Yesterday I watched another new ad. A soldier is standing somewhere in the dschungle and little blue berries, merrily singing away, are jumping into a bottle. How does the drink taste like? I don't care, I love the little singing berries, I have to have the product!
Dooyoo placed this film under the genre comedy. I would class it as a cult-film. Harold, a young bloke from a rich family, performs some freaky suicide attempts to get the attention from his snobby parents. Maude is a lovely old lady who doesn't care about the society and she lives the way she wants. Harold and Maude fall in love and at the end of the film Maude choses to leave this world. If you like very black humour you must see this film. The film is extremly funny (well, I think so anyway...) but with a sad and touching taste to it (if you know what I mean...). A wonderful film with two wonderful actors.
I know, most of the British people think that all German ladies have hairy armpits... but that's not true. Not all. But quite a lot. I never ever thought about it until I moved to England some 4 years ago. As you ladies know, we don't just watch men...no, we observe women as well. That's what I did - and I couldn't see any hairy armpits! The first summer in England I didn't mind; it was raining anyway. The second summer I didn't mind, because I was travelling a lot (Germany, Belgrade - hairy armpits everywhere!). It started all in my third summer. I hardly couldn't think of anything else. Should I shave or should I expose my hairy armpits? Well, decisions, decisions. I always shaved my legs and sometimes other parts of my body too, but I always LIKED my hairy armpits. But everybody else was bald! I was getting self-conscious and started to investigate. First I asked hubby. He liked hair. Then I asked some colleagues. The older men liked it or didn't care (some even didn't know if their wifes are hairy or not! sad..), the younger ones liked it bald. I even phoned an ex-lover to ask about his opinion. All in all I found out, that the older men never thought about it or even liked it hairy, but the younger ones prefered bald. I asked the ladies. My french friend was so obsessed with baldness, she even waxed her facial hair (not that she had any...). The British friends shaved. One German friend, living in England, recently started shaving because one lover complained about her German pits. As a reason I was told it's more hygienic and aesthetical. Hmmm, I never met a hairy stinker.... My solution was to wear clothes with long arms - until last summer. I bought a really nice orange dress and was looking forward to wear it the first time. The sun came out - and I realised, I didn't plan my purchase. No sleeves! I was dying to wear the dress, but I was working in a publishing house with plenty of young Br itish people. So I took my ladyshave and off it came. Torture! The whole day it was itching and burning. I felt terrible. It was even worse the next day, and the next, and the next... Itchy little spots, my deo didn't work anymore, I went to the bath-room every second hour to cool my poor tortured pits... Back came my long sleeves and back came my hairy armpits. It's summer again and I'm working from home now - thank God! My dog don't mind and my hubby likes it hairy. If I'm going out, I wear sleeves....
The cute little Spyro needs a holiday. But he can't relax on the beach, because somebody needs his help. Spyro has to fight against roboters and sea-inhabitans and gets as a reward a talisman afterwards. A cute game with a cute hero and plenty of little sub-games. The graphic is great. So is the handling and the motivation. Even the sound didn't go on my nerves. A good game with a lovely hero. But I wouldn't buy it myself, it's a little bit too sweet for me.