Stoobie reviews... The Bourne Ultimatum

Just as good as all the others.

And then some.

This movie doesn't quite pick off where the other one left off, but then it does. You'll go 'aww, yeah' like a stoned 70's pimp when you realize when the things overlap and come together and when the shit really goes down.

Once again, brilliantly made with intelligent city chases with yet again MORE Landmark's, ones which I have been too. This time Bourne comes to London. He goes to the Guardian, It's spooky I know. Berlin, Moscow, London. Just about all the really major post WW2 cities that having visited made the movie more fun to watch. Sure I haven't been to all the southern European cities in all the films, but really they're not the ones that count.

Brilliantly choreographed fight scenes again - the trademark ones we love with a pleasant....... twist. You'll know what I mean when you see it. Oh god this movie is good.

And if you don't love how this movie ends, well, then you're not bloody human. This film - simply put - awesome. Go see it. Now.

I don't see you moving.

Skit!

One month to go as a teenager.

So it has come to this. I have exactly one month (31 days) left to be a teenager before I hit the big 20. Two decades of life. Twenty years old. Sounds scary. Some people have only just reached 19 and it makes me slightly envious. It shouldn't but it doesn't. With 20 years there seems to loom greater responsibility and a need for maturity. It doesn't sound very fun if you ask me.

But then I suppose I have matured a lot this Summer, having to take responsibility for myself properly for the first time. Paying for a house, bills, food, and working for the money to pay for said things. But hopefully when University starts again I can tap off my inner-child a little more, or at least throw some responsibility to the wind as I get horribly, horribly pissed.

But some people see 21 years old as a landmark, does this mean I have another year to go until I have to start worrying? Much in the same way Dave Gorman claims you're a grown up at 32, not 31? These are all things that spring to mind.

But the main thing that springs to mind, is how should I celebrate? I hope a lot of people will be back in Harrow in time for my birthday, and that some of my friends from home could come up for any celebrations that may occur. Failing that, that I can go home for a few days over or around my birthday to celebrate. We shall see how things go I suppose.

Two Days Off

Ah, two days off.

Nothing quite like some well earned time off. I am just glad it wasn't like last week. One day off is not time off. One day off is poking fun at what freedom from work tastes like, not enough time to fully appreciate the freedom to lay about on your arse secure in the knowledge that no matter how many times you check your watch, you won't have to be behind the bar at 7pm. I love these days.

Monday was quite busy however. Was down at the University of Westminster's Marlyebone campus yesterday discussing Smoke Radio's budget for the year ahead. Luckily we're not getting as little as we initially suspected, but are instead getting more-or-less the same as last year. The problem with last year was the Student Union had a lot of money going out from the department that dealt with Smoke Radio, just no record that it was Smoke Radio the money was going to. This year though, things are changing.

One of the noticeable things about the new committee management structure is that a head of the Station is far easier to reach. So far I think it is fair to say I have been the only one who has been in London all of the Summer. Sam Impey has had work at her radio station back home. Phil Harris has been working in Bristol and is now in Australia. Chris Chilvers is current on holiday - somewhere I forget. Pete was away in the Isle of Wight briefly and has plans to go to the Canaries at the end of the month. Steven is in Edinburgh. Landers is busy. And then muggins here can't afford to be anywhere else really at the moment.

This is why I have to treasure the time off I get. To take the time to get the about-the-house jobs done, to play video games, write blog entries, discuss issues on forums, lounge in the sun, go shopping, see films. All the stuff I enjoy doing in my free time. But, none of this beats the Uni life. Bring on September, I miss the University lifestyle.

Working alongside pissheads has its perks.

I have discovered recently, that whilst I have been relatively sober for the best part of two months now, with only the occasional beer as I have no reason to drink myself silly (eg. The Undercroft of a Monday), that other drunk people can be just as amusing.

Of course there are your piss heads who turn into dicks. But then there are your piss heads that react to alcohol like a monster would to being slain in say... Dungeons and Dragons or Final Fantasy. Like the monsters, they leave behind goodies.

For example, on Thursday afternoon a man came into O'Neills on what I can only assume was a free afternoon for him. He had enjoyed a couple of drinks when suddenly it dawned upon him that actually, he fancied some food from our kitchen. Now, he didn't want something cheap. Oh no, for some reason, he had money and intended to enjoy it. He ordered the 12oz Rib-Eye Steak, minus everything else. All he wanted was a plate of meat and a glass of red wine. No sides, no salad. Nothing. Just meat and wine. So off went the order to our kitchens with me explaining to our chef Haley exactly what this gentlemen wanted.

It came down, went to him, and usually that would be that. The customer would have left, leaving us to clear up after them. But no, he came back to the bar. He wanted to thank the chef personally. So I go upstairs, bring Hayley down, and the man thanks her... via the medium of a £20 note and the compliment that it was the best steak he'd ever had. I don't know what he's eating, but apparently, O'Neills' steaks top the list. Kudos to them for freezing, packing and sending out identical meals to countless O'Neills across the country to guarantee that when grilled, microwaved or fried, they come out identical in each and every pub in the chain.

But after that, things went downhill for the man in question. He broke the delicate fabric of the lunchtime meal ritual. He stayed longer for another glass of red wine. A woman caught his eye. Apparently he liked her smile. Apparently this was excuse enough for him to come to me and attempt to start a £20 tab for her and who we could only assume was her dad. So I explained to the woman that the gentleman wanted to do this. She explained 'Thanks, but no thanks. He's been looking at me for the past half hour and is really creeping me out'. So I returned to the gentlemen with an abridged version of what she said 'Thanks, but no thanks.' What does he say next? Well, first he looked a bit insulted and taken aback and irritatedly said 'Fine. You keep it'.
No complaints here, I'll tell you that now.

So fast forward to Friday night for a little bit of what I anticipate to be a more valuable find. Whilst cleaning up we usually find a lot of stuff has been left behind by those whose senses have been lost to the booze they've consumed. Sometimes a lone shoe, sometimes even stranger, a pair of shoes - meaning someone was so pissed to realize they were leaving in bare feet - unless of course they were carried out. Coats, shirts, jackets, ties and once even a pair of trousers. God knows how we didn't notice the person in their pants. Anywho, suffice to say I found a case. A case with 'Police' scrawled around the outside. I am informed that 'Police' are a rather expensive brand of shades. The shades were intact, inside. I can also say that people very rarely come back for things they lose to our Pub. So excuse me while I go and work out how much these things cost, whether to ebay them or sun myself in them.

Toodles!

IRON MAN TRAILER!

Oh my god, this is going to be awesome!

EDIT: Nyawww... they took it offline.