Make Yourself Pointlessly Gloomy and Bitter - Fun Thing # 13

For some reason when I woke up this morning all I could think about was the end of AI. God knows why- I saw the film once, back when it hit the cinemas and became so upset about it all, especially that bloody robot bear, that I tried to repress all memories; though on balance it was an excellent piece of emotive storytelling albeit let down slightly at the end.

I don't get upset about films (generally); I keep my bleeding heart firmly under-wraps and since becoming a deeply jaded person, who gave away their copy of the 'Princess Bride' and has been too disenchanted to buy another (but oh my word, if ever there is a book that absolutely everyone can love it is William Goldman's 'The Princess Bride'; go, go, go get it!), I can do without the mushy stuff and sentimentality.

Today's distraction from the dissertation is making fairy cakes, listening to Ray LaMontagne and indulging being slightly, ever so slightly wistful. Well rounded soulful pining though; not existential emo angst of the my-parents-didn't-love-me-enough-I-only-had-a-swede-at-halloween moribund variety. It must be one of those days; I was even sent an email of a news clipping of a wet baby koala who'd been suffering in the outback heat but luckily found a bucket of water placed outside by nice people to dunk himself in.

So the only films that make me blue:

• Land Before Time. Kills me, never did when I was a heartless child; back then I used to get annoyed at the wanton ignorance of dinosaur terminology.
• AI. That poor sad little teddy bear who just goes to sleep next to robot boy Osmet.... oh dear me....
• Truly, Madly, Deeply. The Minghella film, not the god awful song by Savage Garden. This is one of those touchstones of memory, like the song Summer of '69 (I know, I know) that a million small but very different recollections orbit around; being 21 in London having seen Sean Bean as Macbeth and watching this late at night, hundreds of nights with a man who couldn't play the cello (or anything actually), but who I ran through the streets of Newcastle with because we needed mushrooms for rissotto.....

Oh I'm going for a bloody walk in the snow! And I'll listen to 'Feeling Good', both the Nina Simone and Muse versions.