Last night's Brits were viewed by me with a mixture of confusion, delight and ridicule; the first and last doubtless an indication of my advancing years. Too many bright lights and pointless neon-lit curtains with 'stars' who could barely sing, emerging to stalk the stage in rubber-coated jackets. Ridicule and despair at the bastardisation of the wonderful work of Blondie, evocative of my youth (dark ages) all in the name of charity. I know that they're a global phenomenon, but their allure escapes not only me, but also the offspring, which I suppose is gratifying.
The highlight of the evening? An interval-advert confirming that Skyfall is now available on DVD - life is now complete! One teen told me that, should I spend over £30 in a well known supermarket on any given day, I can purchase this piece of cinematic history for a mere £10. Bearing in mind that, due to our extortionate weekly grocery bill, we're one of the families that help the staff of our local branch obtain their annual bonus, I feel that they should be rewarding me with copies gratis. Can DVDs wear thin through over-use - well I'd hate to find that due to over analysis of Daniel Craig's finer action sequences I'd be subjected to hazy pictures!
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