Wednesday, 12 November 2008

Is Barack Obama Satan, prophesied in Luke 10:18?

This certainly makes you wonder.

Stalinist plan to force good health - or else

I am a child abuser. Yes, I have to admit it. Last weekend on a school outing (I am being very cagey here, you understand, no details), I shared out crisps and Kitkats to the children.

That is highly illegal, according to the Scottish Parliament's healthy eating diktat. Yes, the loony-left MSPs who repealed Clause 2a, making it legal for schools to promote buggery, have made it illegal to give a child a Kitkat.

On a serious note, many schools stand to lose thousands of pounds by having to get rid of tuck shops and vending machines. Money they badly need in order to fund extra curricular activities to promote, er, good health. What it means, is that kids will bring junk food in from outside school. And will miss out on health-promoting opportunities. Well done the Stalinists!

Sunday, 9 November 2008

Gobble Gobble Gobble

If you haven't seen Quantum of Solace yet, my advice is: Don't bother. It is a prize turkey.

After Greene (the villain) had been abandoned in the desert (apparently the end of the film), the action switched to Russia (which hadn't featured before in the film, as far as I could see) and I must admit that my only reaction was a despairing "Oh God, there's more". By that point, I just wanted to get home. I did not want to try and engage with yet another scene. I know that we were supposed to make links with Casino Royale, and see the action as continuous from there. However, to be frank, the villains were not exactly Blofeld or Jaws.

Watching the film last night at the Odeon in Kilmarnock, Mrs Didactophobe turned to me at one point and asked "What is the story?" before descending into giggles. The truth is, the film appeared to have no story.

A good Bond film has certain features: humour (sexist or not); Bond flirting with Moneypenny; Q and his gadgets; an evil villain and his plan to take over the world; a simple storyline and a pretty girl that Bond shags at the end of the film.

This one had none of these. Apart from the relentless plugs for Ford cars which made it seem like an overlong commercial at times, it had violence from beginning to end, very well acted and very dramatic. The trouble was, it left us wondering what the point of it all was. What it did give me a notion for, was to watch some of the old Bond movies again.