Still suffering... so today was spent snuggled with an array of kitties, watching The Grand Budapest Hotel. Um... how have I not been made to see this earlier? I tried to watch it the last time I was on a plane, but it wouldn't load properly, so I just gave up on apparently ever watching it again - big mistake. Huge. I giggled. I snorted. I disturbed a few cats, I was so filled with mirth.
It reminded me a lot of Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events - which I'm sure had nothing to do with Jude Law narrating parts of it. Speaking of characters that you just cant shake, and of hotels; I made Cam watch The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel with me last night, and bloody Bill Nighy! No matter what I see him in, from a giant octopus in Pirates of The Caribbean, as Rufus Scrimgeour in Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows (terrible casting, if I do say so myself) to the dad in one of my all-time favorites, About Time - he is ALWAYS Billy Mack from Love Actually. Always.
(A personal favorite moment of his from said movie)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2mVtSyRcA8
And yet it's not like I sit and only see Maggie Smith as Professor McGonagall, or Judi Dench as M. Bill Nighy just is Billy Mack. And I'm sure that's nothing to do with the fact I have watched Love Actually approximately 149 times.
This is what my life has become over the past few days. Comparing movie characters to 17 other movies I have watched over my 20 something years as I lay in my death bed, dreaming of holidaying to Aruba (mostly so I can play Kokomo on repeat in my car for hours on end) and wondering if I'm brave enough to consume solid foods yet. On that note, it might be time to log into TripAdvisor again and have a nibble on a muffin. Adios, amigos.
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