Blog From A Broad

kibbles n' bits

We went to see the film "Bourne Supremacy" yesterday, which wasn't too shabby at all. Not having read the book, I can't complain about any inaccuracies or missing plotlines. It was good fun for a Sunday afternoon - but I must protest about some of the camera work. Chase/fight scenes shot entirely by handheld camera gets really irritating after three minutes, and may induce nausea in children and the elderly.



In the "It Still Won't Make the Food Taste Better" department, here's a story about the new look for the Little Chef. It makes as much sense as getting rid of the Pillsbury Doughboy's jolly tummy, but who said that marketing is ever based on logic. According to Little Chef's chief executive (Big Chef?), "We have had a lot of customer feedback about the Little Chef's tummy. A lot of people have also written in to say they assumed it was a small child carrying hot food." A lot of people have way, way too much time on their hands, and are likely incarcerated.



And finally, I must admit that I've got Olympic fever. It's not just pregnancy hormones, I really am hooked on the Olympics. Spot the sad Canadian: the USA team marched in during the opening ceremony and I shouted "Hey! They're wearing Roots gear!!". I did this two more times when the British and Canadian teams appeared (after being with me for over two years, Paul can also spots Roots athletic wear from a mile away). In every event containing a Canadian, I cheer like a lunatic. When we come in something like 8th out of 9, I like to chant "We're not the worst! We're not the worst!"



Okay, maybe it is the pregnancy hormones.