Hi. Hello there. Heya.
Everybody still alive? Caught in a perpetual struggle between your belt and the last notch? Sweeping up the confetti and storing it in little baggies for next year? Good.
I spent my Christmas running around with (and occasionally being dragged by) my family all around London, taking in the sites I had avoided just so I could see them with fresh eyes with them. We even ventured to Bath in a rented car, which, have you ever tried driving on the wrong side of the road, you will know is quite the adventure.
So now here we all are, safe on the right side of 2016. Did you make any resolutions? I didn’t make any formally, but I took the opportunity of a near-empty fridge and more than my fill of holiday treats to treat myself to some healthy food. I’m not counting calories or exercising (yet – baby steps) but I’ve managed to shoehorn extra fruits and vegetables into every meal. I’m also cutting back on carbs – not cutting them out, just eating fewer* and higher-quality ones.
Okay, I can see your eyes starting to glaze over. Enough diet stuff. Let’s talk about… Star Wars.
*ahem* Sorry, I mean…
I wanted to love this movie. I was afraid I’d hate it. Instead, I have mixed feelings. While I liked the characters, this first instalment had a lot of elements that were very ‘A New Hope’-y to me. I’m hoping that’s just due to Kylo Ren’s Darth Vader fanboy crush. A Death Planet? That’s fan fiction stuff right there, Kylo. Hopefully the next film will force him (
no pun intended!) to come up with something more creative than ‘freeze Finn in carbonite and cut off Rey’s hand while revealing they are somehow related’.
Did I mention I met Jane Austen? That was pretty bitchin’.
Happy New Year!