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Category Archives: Edinburgh
Dark Water (2002) flashbacks on Fountainbridge.
Terrifying scenes the other evening. It all came flooding back (no pun intended). This was some movie back in the day. And like most of these Japanese and South Korean horrors from the noughties, it was subject to an inferior American remake.
They need to stop doing this because they are still doing it.
I aped the Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan album cover on a Saturday afternoon spent creeping about the Meadows.
Bob Dylan. Not my kind of music. I go for the atmospherics and the bangin’ beats; take me back to the Sensation White Amsterdam era of alcopops and Ajax tops.
I have seen the movie Vanilla Sky (2001) 16 times, though. I know every single facet about the feature and WHY it is incredible yet folk still slate it. Some plebs just hate Tom Cruise; I think he is the best. He puts his all into everything and clearly loves his life. He also gets stick for the Scientology thing, as if every other religion isn’t insane.
Anyway, an album cover from something from Bob Dylan features in the film. I have never listened to the album and never will but it’s a belter of a photo. I feel about Bob Dylan as some do Tom Cruise.
More Alex DeLarge visions.
I like to frequent this little Anthony Burgess habitat at least once a year to remind me of one of the greatest movies ever put on celluloid. When I depart I say to myself, “I was cured alright.”
A storm is coming – Saughton Park.
They’ve shut the pubs for two weeks because apparently COVID-19 has a special taste for alcohol. Parks, however, appear to be safe places. Hundreds of folk within an inch of each other. But it’s okay, COVID-19 doesn’t like parks.
Another feline Spaghetti Western.
Your everyday Abbeyhill face-off … between cats. When I departed they were still exchanging stares out of a Sergio Leone Mexican standoff.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 