JOG ON!!!

Sergeant Butterman, the little hand says it's time to rock and roll!

Okay this day in my post-exam life ..aka brief interval between the next shitstorm of an academic session, was somewhat eventful.

Woke up relatively late..ate.. and headed over to the pub (duke of gloucester) to settle down for a good pint of ice tea and watch the match with my mates. The game in question was man utd away at fratton park against portsmouth. Now following a draw on the weekend at old trafford, picking up all the points was imperative. I don't want to dwell too much on the details of the game... we played exceptionally, especially scholes who nailed his 96th goal for manutd. But alas...

What was most frustrating was this american guy in the pub. This yank would not shut up with his america uber alles accent...shouting out such ignorant comments as would appear to him appropriate. It was like hearing asians talk about hockey.

Anyway as a demulcent measure... I watched "Hot Fuzz" ..following the disappointing draw. It certainly lived up to all the hype. As a longtime fan of british slang and Snatch-like humour, this film was well into my list of enjoyable flicks right off the starting reel. Quick cuts and lots of editing might not appeal to some of my bourgeois faux film critique friends (aka the nags), but it was a solid watch. In the end I was left with a happy after-taste and an impulse to shout out all the wicked british catch phrases I had just learnt. It also had some hilarious segments, where our brit protagonists ripped apart bad boys II and break point (classic yank guy flicks). Despite all these positive elements I am hesitant to put it on the shelf next to Snatch and Lock Stock... in all honesty I don't think Hot Fuzz can wrestle in the same ring as the aformentioned heavy-weights. Hence, Hot Fuzz = KKK/kkkkk, which makes it a pleasant eye candy for one watch ...maybe two.

DS Andy Wainwright: We're just hoping to talk to the last people to see Mr Merchant alive. Namely a Sergeant Nicolas Ass-wipe and Cuntstable Fanny Batterbum.

Danny Butterman: [Smiling] Hey, that's us!