Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams and I’ll show you a happy man.

Last night I was at a party where the conversation between strangers turned the conversation to where it always goes when strangers collect in groups. We talked about movies and music.

I extolled the virtues of some of my favourite films (Tron, The Sound of Music, Strange Days, NightBreed, The Great Escape, High Fidelity). I gave my critiques of their favourite movies (a lot of time spent deconstructing Natural Born Killers). We listened to Juliet Lewis’ new band and noted they were playing in Belfast in May (she linked Strange Days and Natural Born Killers). We discussed who was the better actor: Robert De Niro or Brad Pitt. Music brought us back round to Elvis, whose rendition of “I did it my way” I compared to the vocals by the late, great Peter Boyle (linked here). I caught a lot of dirty looks for that one.

I’ve been enjoying the time off this Christmas by burying myself into films and books. A most recent conquest is Persuasion, by Jane Austen. One of the films I found myself loving last year, despite the gaping holes in the plot, was The Lake House. The book made an interesting cameo. A good read.

I upset a friend earlier today. It wasn’t intentional but the more I tried to make amends, the worse things got when it was finally at the point I was ready to throw my hand in the air and just give up. At last I said I was sorry.

[Edit. Same thing happened today and I didn’t just capitulate and say sorry. Hence, continuing bad mood on their part. Bound to happen.]