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And each film is really about the relationship between the two siblings it depicts and how different the siblings are. The two leads in each film do a good job. Amy Adams plays a former cheerleading captain/prom queen whose football captain boyfriend married someone else (although they are still having an affair). She is envious of her former school chums who are all married and living in McMansions with great jobs while she works as a maid, cleaning their houses, while raising her young son and trying to get herself through real estate school. After a hint from her toxic boyfriend (who could do with some industrial-strength cleaning himself), who is a cop, she and her slacker younger sister (Emily Blunt) start up their own company where they clean up after crime scenes ("removal of biohazard waste," as Adams's character puts it later). Their mother is absent and this obviously affected the sisters and their relationship with each other a great deal, with Adams's character often mothering her younger sister (and no, the film does not use the line, "you're not my mom").
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Il Baretto. 43 Blandford Street, London, W1U 7HF (Tube: Baker Street). Website.
14 June 2009
13 June 2009
In today's Grauniad, Chris Maslanka's pyrgic puzzle numero uno is:
1. They say it pays to advertise. Supercaff chain of coffee shops have an advert running which says: "9 out of 10 coffee-lovers prefer Supercaff." What's wrong with that?
Of course, I already answered a very similar question at great length several months ago in response to the latest ad campaign from my favourite mediocre chain of coffee shops. Given that it's rare for me to solve any of these puzzles, though (not least because if I can't work out the answer within about 30 seconds, I usually get bored and give up), I'm pretty impressed with my prophetic puzzle-solving.
I probably shouldn't rest on my laurels for too long, though, as I still haven't really worked out what--if anything--pyrgic means. It isn't in the OED; but the closest entry is pyrgocephalic, from the noun pyrgocephaly, which means, "The condition of having a skull that is abnormally high (and often pointed); oxycephaly." Further digging into the etymology (oh, how I love to have access to the OED again, via my library membership card) suggests pyrgic might come from the ancient Greek word for tower, πυgος (the Greek characters may not render correctly but the Greek word that is spelled approximately in this way). In other words, these are towering or lofty puzzles. I have to say that uncovering the etymology of the word pyrgic was more interesting for me personally than most of the puzzles--and I might have done even that wrong.
Just south of Grosvenor Square, though, the south-bound traffic in the leafy Mayfair Streets had come to a standstill while a whole load of cyclists made their way west. There were hundreds of them and it was only when I came closer that I realised that most people were topless...and bottomless. It turned out, of course, that it was the World Naked Bike Ride, an event that has had over 1000 participants for the past couple of years. Indeed, it was a good five minutes before the group had thinned enough for me to cross the road and proceed towards my crime against my bank account. I can safely say that I've never seen so many penises and breasts in one place, although I suppose this wouldn't be a hard feat to beat.
12 June 2009
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8 June 2009
Refusing to buy Crocs or anything resembling them, I went in search of cheap, comfy flipflops. I often get cold feet but for many years have loved loping around in flipflops even if it's snowing outside and I am wearing three pairs of gloves. Sadly, there were no cheap and comfy flipflops in the shops so I had to settle for expensive and comfy (and not totally ugly) flipflops--Fitflops, in fact, which will also tone my arse, cure my arthritis and make the coffee (some of the claims in the leaflet may not be accurate). But they feel like I am walking on air and that's all I care about!
I bought them from Sole Trader in Nowheresville (where students with poor spelling hope they will be able to get themselves signed up with an investment bank). The guy working there brought over one shoe and when I asked for the other he said it was, "company policy to give only the right shoe first."
I asked why and he mumbled something incomprehensible about security (do people steal left shoes more often?). "Are you trying to put the right foot forward?" I quipped but clearly, he was in no mood for such hilarious jokes. Regardless of random policies, I now have new shoes and my feet are so happy! Hoorah!