An apology

Looking back over my previous post, I realise that much of my writing mainly features grumpy, petty complaints and arse-gags. Neither of which, I imagine, make for light, entertaining reading. I am very sorry.

I'm also sorry for how few and far between my post have become, this being down to the fact that I am in the process of writing my second book, which is extremely tedious and time-consuming, and probably pointless (the writing, not the reading! (Buy my book!)). Aaanyhoo, I'm sorry, you're sorry. Let's be friends again.

To make up, here's the a mini film review I began to make during my time in france:

Oh golly, it's Robbie! And today he's going to be informing you on his latest actions abroad whilst also lately reviewing X-men Origins: Wolverine.

Contrary to what you might imagine, the origin of an ex man does not document the life of a sexually confused woman. Get it? Ex MAN? As in the X-men? Sex change? Whatever, my genius is wasted on you. It does however follow the life of Hugh Jackman's Wolverine through his never-ending Canadian life, diplayed during the credits via endless exciting footage of him in various famous wars throughout the previous and current century, all involving him using his super bone claws, accompanied by his brother(Liev Schreiber), who also has bone claws, but for variety, marvel put them in his FINGERS! This being wolverine's original famed brother "The Jackal" featured in the original (and later) comic book series. What I love about watching this film, is not the bloodless gore, the attention-seeking "special" effects, but the development of Wolverine's character. I kept thinking of it as Hugh Jackman, his experiences. What he had to go through before he was finally cast in X-Men. As it turns out, he had to go through quite a lot of killing and knobbing and slicing before we even got past the credits. I would also point out th

That's where it ends. And for the life of me, I can't remember what I was going to say. Probably some ridiculous, nonsensical, statement in bad taste. Something awful, like: I wonder if the Pakistan floods are God's punishment for the cricketers' terrible misconduct.

Obviously I would never say that. It's a tragic event, not to be mocked until at least eleven years after it's over. But if you have any other suggestions as to what I may have been about to say, please send them in to: bobbo11.c@gmail.com or just post them below as a comment.

Yours self-disgustedly,

Robbie