True Favela Chica

Another great night at Favela Chic.  Got there earlier this time - free guest list, thank you very much - so was there in time to see the place with the lights on...hadn't really looked at the decor last time seeing as it was a) dark and i was b) drunk.  It's a wicked place - loads of random kitchy things hanging on the walls and from the ceiling, and i got to have a proper nose around the private area this time too. The jugs of capirinha were flowing and the brilliant dj was again on the decks, and a great night was had by all the favela chicas.  

Indiana Jones and the Let Down of the Century

I have't even seen it yet and I'm already disappointed. The reviews have been so underwhelming, and all reports from friends./co-workers/loud people on the tube have been decidedly less than enthusiastic. I just don't understand why Spielberg, Lucas, Ford et al would make such a hullabaloo - i like that word - about making a fourth film in what is one of cinematic history's greatest collections...and then go and balls it up royally.  Surely, SURELY, it wasn't all about the money, was it? 

Sure, it's wrong to judge a book by its cover, and so obviously I should go and see it before I knock it, and I will.  Afterall, it's still Indiana Jones.  But then that's just what they want isn't it. I'll be playing straight into their hands, the greedy little money-grabbers...

I'm Holding Out For A Hero

You'll have to excuse me, I'm a little bit fluttery in the heart, weak in the knees, rosy cheeked, giggly and girly...you know the drill.  I saw Iron Man last night, and haven't quite recovered from the experience.  I've always been an ardent fan of Mr Robert Downey Jnr, ever since the Ally McBeal days, and more recently in the Kiss Kiss Bang Bang days, but it wasn't until I saw him in all his iron-clad glory on the big screen that my obsession really took hold.  He's just such a wonderful specimen of a man.  And I don't just mean physically, although that alone is more tha enough, but he truly is a superb actor.  He pulls off the handsome and cocky billionaire that is the character of Tony Stark with aplomb, and brings a warmth, wit and sincerity to the role as a whole.  The film carries itself well - tight script, impressive action sequences, polemic narrative - butit is the main man himself that gives it its edge.  I recommend that anyone who hasn't yet seen it gets themselves down to the local Vue asap, but (and it seems strange to say this about a comic book movie) particularly all the ladies.

Reggae Roast

Had an awesome night last Sunday.  Reggae Roast is a night that I'd heard about a few months ago when my mates first went, and at that time it was held in The Grand Union in Kentish Town.  Last week hwever it was moved to the bigger/better location of The Big Chill in King's Cross.  It was a nightmare to get in because the queue stretched all the way down the road and round the corner - they even had a separate "smoker's queue" for those who had just popped out for a cheeky fag to be able to get back inside.  So you can tell already that it was a popular night.  Inside was, er, cramped to say that least, but my cunning friend Mollie found us all a secret room downstairs to chill out in.  Good music, good drinks, and a buzzing atmosphere means I'll now be a Reggae Roast regular.

Uptown Girl

I've just moved into my brother's flat for 3 weeks while he's on holiday in Australia.  I am now the happy resident of a a swanky apartment in West Hampstead.  Life is good.  And now that the sun is shining, it's even better.  I'm really looking forward to enjoying all that this part of town has to offer - The Gallery, the proximity to town/Kenwood/work/GBK - not to mention the safe distance from my parents.  Seriously, living with them since Uni finished has been a bit of a strain, so I think a break from it all is well-deserved...by everyone.