McCy has very kindly bought me If Chins Could Kill by Bruce Campbell. It’s one of those books that has floated on the periphery of my conciousness that i’ve always meant to buy. When I unwrapped it I was very very pleased and for the last couple of days have proceeded to devour it whenever i’ve a spare moment.
With Bruce on the brain I have also ordered myself the Evil Dead Trilogy box set. I spent a fevered afternoon trawling for it round town muttering “Bruce Campbell! Bruce Campbell! I must have him!” whilst speed-zombie-walking through the aisles (shouting on occasion).
I remember when I saw my first Evil Dead (III) at a sleepover. I was just beginning to drink alcohol and I remember falling drunkenly asleep to visions of tiiiiny screaming Ashes marauding across the tv screen. Not so good. Anyway, I watched II next and instantly fell in love with Ash. Dirty, bloody, funny, sexy Ash. Gah.
Ahem. I’ve seen Bruce C in only a couple of other things; the most starring role was Bubba Ho Tep, written by one of my favourite authors Joe R. Lansdale. It’s really good and goofy, and appropriately scary, and is a very good adaption of the novel. Bruce’s performance as Elvis is really very good. Apparently the DVD special ed. has commentary from Bruce as Elvis for the entire length of the film. Dedication. Love it.
I also spent time trawling for teacherly clothing- Why the fuck is there seemingly an obsession with shorts at the moment? Who buys the formal shorts? Well, the answer to that is all the girls with too much income and no outgoings apart from makeup and clothing- those 13 year old Sienna Miller wannabes. Eugh.
They make me so fucking mad. For example- When I’m in Boots browsing the Rimmel section thinking that paying over six quid for mascara is ridiculous, gaggles of loudly giggling lolitas are browsing (and buying) Benefit. Please, please girls can you give me the money you are going to fritter away on shit that is inappropriate and that you most certainly do not need so I can spend it on things like books, food etc.
I know they spend their time scouting Primark but when you estimate what their outfits must cost they have faar too much to spend. Oh and when you can’t find your size on the rail but there are loads and loads of size 6’s. Like go shop somewhere else bitches and leave Topshop to the grown ups. If you can be grown up and shop there. Of course I am a grown up- I find myself laughing when I see groups of stick thin teens all wearing leggings parading up and down the mall.
All I wanted was an above the knee black skirt, not too long, not too short. I’d see a rail of black skirt-looking objects and go over to take a gander. Nine times out of ten I would be ambushed by shorts. Aaargh. I can’t wear shorts to school, most people can’t wear them to their place of work. So WHY are they EVERYWHERE? A simple black skirt- Is it too much to ask…?
I also spent a lot of time trying on things that I thought looked good/interesting on the rail or on the mannequin only to find that I just looked God-awful in them. It got pretty darned depressing. I tried on a few things that looked quite good, but they were too figure-hugging/transparent/fun for skool. Appropriate for an evening with MW#1, but not really appropriate for Year 9.
