Mar 29, 2011

Man troubles


“I think Italian men are quite nice. Y’know, fire in the blood but also somehow very family oriented.”


“No, that’s just the Mafia you’re thinking of.”

Cup of tea count: lots. Enough to keep me awake to finish this screenwriting assignment, anyway.

Mar 26, 2011

On the various Doctors of Doctor Who

"Yeah, I think Matt Smith's speeches are little bit more... self-confident?"



"Yes, exactly. Sort of like 'I think I've reached the point where I just can't get any fucking better. Bring it, bitches!'"

"Mmm. I think previous doctors may have been a little bit more... humble, shall we say."

Cup of tea count:

On Moths, and other crawlies.

“I don’t want to sleep there now; there’s moth in my bed.”
“Technically there’s a wing in your bed. It’s not the whole moth; more like a bit of ex-wing dust.”

“I still don’t want to sleep in there.”

“Well try to think of it as a chicken wing.”


“Well, wouldn’t you feel any better about sleeping on a chicken wing?”

“No. Not really. Not at all, in fact.”

“… Well then I have no words of comfort for you.”

Cup of tea count: 2

Mar 24, 2011

Celebrity advertising at it's most productive

Nipper, glancing at the television:
                   "Oh, hey it's that guy... oh, whatsisface. 300. Law Abiding Citizen. That shit one with Jennifer Aniston -- Gerard Butler!
Kiki, previously studying:
                   "What? Where? I love Gerard Butler; whatever he's selling- I'll buy it!"
Cup of tea count: see here

Mar 4, 2011

The screen door out the back is off it's hinges

“It’s not buggered; it’s just an interesting talking point. Like the light that goes off when you turn the fan on, or the gaping hole in my bathroom floor.”
- Kiki
Cup of tea count: 6

Mar 2, 2011

First Things

Hello there,

I'm Nippers: 18, single, and a Film student. I live with Kiki, my best friend of (count 'em) twelve years somewhere in the south of the north eastern bit of Australia. She's 18 and single too, but she's a Medical student. It's a good thing I'm friends with her because one of us will probably end up poor and alone in a ditch, and it won't be the doctor one, I can tell you.

Them twelve years started back home in England- er, twelve years ago. Obviously. We come from Manchester, to be precise- and don't say 'Manchester United' in that awful dim drone of vacant recognition: for one thing, we're City supporters, and for another, we hear that so much it's enough to make you want to bend the rules of physics and chew your own ear off. We were at primary school together there, and to cut a long story short, there was a lot of back and forth-ing between England and the Land Down Under until eventually we ended up living together in Australia for a bit in our school days- and now here we are in pretty much the same situation at Uni.

Mostly we're here to drink tea and keep a record of all the stupid things we've said or done, because maybe one day we'll be in need of a story to tell the grandkids, and the dementia will be making life difficult. So if you happen to stumble across this blog, and you like what you read: Congratulations! You have the maturity level of our postulated future grandchildren!