Last eve, mon Père came over to partake in general frivolity and some serious tv watching. We started off with one of my addictions en cette moment, a little show called “Fatty-fatty-loo-loo” something you may know as “The Biggest Loser”. This show’s timeslot just happens to be at 7:30pm, which we all know is prime face-stuffing time, which leads to a certain amount of guilt about what we are doing to ourselves by eating instead of working out at the gymbo, as in RIGHT NOW, but also a sick kind of satisfaction that you are sitting there, eating your filo pastry and not being obese. I am a bad person, I know this.
Anyway, after said program, we three (Pa, the BF et moi) watched a little film called “Educating Rita”. I have this online movie account thingo where I pick movies and they send them straight to my door. I think I’d heard about “Educating Rita” as one of those classic movies that is in society’s consciousness and that witty people quote, etc, but now, having seen the film, there was not one moment that I recognised. I feel deceived. The story is quite charming, but my god, dated as all hell. Julie Walters plays Rita, (you may know her as Mrs Weasley) and seriously, that woman came out of the womb looking 55. She looks great now, like she’s really come into her own, but that is because she was always meant to be a 55 year old. Not a 26yr old hairdresser with a questionable Liverpool accent. Well, the accent’s pretty good, better than I can do, but still.
The best bit was realising that my uncle, Jack, was an extra in the film playing a snooty student, and that he was in pretty much every single scene. Therefore, by my reasoning, I pretty much know Julie Walters, which means I know Rupert Grint from Harry Potter, which pretty much means that I AM FAMOUS.