prezzel of passion

Here's to old movies.

Oh yes I love old movies. Italian, German, American,.... I love their imperfections and their bad stunts. And of course the bad jokes.

I have to admit I like old Bud Spender and Terence Hill movies. Especially when they're on TV on a rainy Saturday or Sunday. It's wonderful. They remind me of my childhood, when we used to watch movies with the whole family.
There is something to those fight scenes and the characters. It's hilarious. Of course that's what it's supposed to be. Nobody intended any serousness while producing those movies. Maybe that's exactly what I like about them. They are easy to watch.
(Ok let's just make things clear. It's not that I don't like to be challenged by a good movie but... come on, on a rainy saturday or sunday? After a hard week? I don't know about you but I can always use a good laugh)
So let's get back to old Bud Spencer and Terence Hill movies. One of my favourites is definitely 'Watch Out, We're Mad' ('Altrimenti ci arrabiamo') The scene with the choir is wonderful, a lot of things can happen but this scene will make me laugh at most of the occasions.

oh brilliant. Now I want to watch te movie again... Well I will probably try to rent it tomorrow. Although it's not saturday yet I could use a good laugh. This seems like fate...

There are songs that touch us and songs that annoy us. There are songs we love from the first time we hear them and those that will never have any particular meaning to us at all. Some make us cry and some can make us laugh.

And then there are those songs that we have probably heard about a hundred times until we really catch the meaning of it. Until we finally can relate to it. They start to make sense and it is almost a kind of relief.

Right now I feel that way about a song. I've been listening to it for month. It's on my mp3 player, I've got it on my PC and on CD. I listened to it on the train, while I was cooking, while I was driving and so on.
Today on the train I listened to it again and suddenly everything fell into place. Suddenly I recognized each and every word of the lyrics.
I have been listening to it the whole day and I am still listening to it....

By the way the song is 'We get on' by Kate Nash

I was just going downstairs to get another bottle of water when I heard my mother crying. I stepped into the living room to find my brother sitting on the couch looking at her my mother while she was sitting on a chair crying.
One and a half years ago my brother made a nice remark about my emotions being as cold as ice at some point. This is not the first time where I saw him inside a room with a crying person and him doing nothing at all. (I was the crying person more than once)
I respect my brother and I love him but that makes me so angry. Isn't he able to comfort people? Because that was my immediate response (as it always is when I see someone cry). I went over to my mum and hugged her and tried to comfort her, talk to her.

This just seems completely wrong.... and it kind of makes me feel sick.