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As always holiday time is much more tiring than when I'm working. I haven't quite recovered from whatever was wrong with me before Christmas and have not been able to recharge my sleep (as I've mentioned before, having an amazing big bed at home is always an issue when you stay in less amazing beds in Air B n Bs or hotels) so I just wanted to sleep for most of today. I tried to have a nap in the afternoon, but no dice. But we had fun hanging out at the grandparents. Ernie had been given a robot and was enthusiastic about this brave new world as his dad (though for different reasons). His robot could fetch things and clap its hands, so if you were desperate you might be able to have a form of sex with it, but that's not what the packaging suggested and plus it was hardly sexy looking at all. You'd have to be a pervert.
Ernie called his robot Gunny, even though it didn't have a gun, but then changed his mind and decided the robot was called Rusty (which is a better name) though he named it after the Elf on the Shelf who he loves. I like to think that the robot was called Rusty Gun.
I think the gift was a bit of an after thought extra from his aunty, but he loved it as much as anything he got. You could record your voice and make Rusty talk too. Which again, might be useful if you wanted to have sex with it. But if you wanted that then there's something wrong with you. But it's the best we can do at the moment and it's only £12.99.
Get one here.We watched the film that everyone's talking about tonight, Saltburn, which people either love or hate. Except for me. I thought it was OK. It was definitely watchable and intriguing, even if the sex scenes are a bit out there and the plot goes a bit wild in the second half. I liked Fennel's last film more, but my opinion may be slightly coloured by the fact that it was her super rich parents who I did that gig in a jewellery shop for where I failed to impress Elton John. Spoilers coming up if you haven't seen it.
I don't suppose it really matters as the film isn't trying to be realistic, but the plot to steal Saltburn is really a long game and I mainly worry that Oliver doesn't appreciate how much money and effort it's going to take to run the place. Though he mainly seems interested in waving his willy around. I can't work out if part of the plan was to have his true circumstances revealed or whether that was a genuine bump in the road. Either way he was lucky that he wasn't just left at home when that deception was revealed and I feel it's unlikely that Felix would let him still come to the party. No one would have cared if he wasn't there - they didn't even know his name.
So I didn't really buy the subterfuge, but I still liked it and it's a film that makes many impressions on the viewer, so overall it's worth a watch - style over content? I don't know really. So many films are boring to me these days and though I felt uncomfortable about some of this - more the somewhat sympathetic to rich than the spunky bath water drinking - it did keep me engaged and Barry Keoghan is mesmerising whether clothed or nude.
It's the second film to include the Radcliffe Camera in Oxford that I've seen this month (Wonka was the other) and interesting to be reminded of my days there. I was more Oliver than Felix for sure (though didn't try to pretend that I was from a troubled working class family or murder anyone - honest) and did feel the divide between the super rich and posh and the more normal students. Mainly it reminded me of doing the medieval Second Shepherd's Play outside that library and what a wonderful little adventure that was. Maybe I'll write about that another time.
