Sunday 2 January 2011

Head phones are natures invisibility cloaks

Cinema time again and today was the time for Tron Legacy. If you wanted a one word review its Murghh, the first act is good enough and suggest alot of potential but it quickly drifts in to mediocrity, shame really. As for the 3D I still found myself dissapointed as with all 3D films i've seen in the cinema (apart from Avatar) the best parts seem to be the trailers for other movies. All round bit of a let down. I have to wonder why it is that my two favourite movies of 2010 I didnt see in the cinema, the amazingly funny The Other guys and the beautifuly odd Scott Pillgrim yet I manage to make time to see these easily forgetable movies. O well.

The title from this blog comes from some wonderful observations over the years and that is that with head phones in your ears people speak freely around you and 99% of the time they leave you alone. So even if your not actually listening to anything people will assume you are and feel very happy to talk about there possible pregnancy from a one night stand. Its fun what you can over hear, you can also listen in to idiots chatting about stupid things. Here is one conversation I was lucky enough to over hear. Three men stand at a bus stop and they quickly establish themself as being unemployed mostly doe to the fact that they have combined IQ of a field mouse and partly because they are disscusng there last trip to the job centre. The leader of the pack starts perking up about how the unemployed arent the real issue costing this country millions and its mostly down to Brussels taking a million pounds a day, wonderfully idiot two asks if Brussels is in England. to which idiot one replies ofcourse its not, its in Europe in Germany. I think this conversation can't get any better untill idiot one perks again saying what was the point in winning world war two just so we have to pay the germans a million pounds a day. This whole time idiot three stares out with a blank look on his face which suggested to me that even this retarded conversation was way to deep for him and that he really wanted to get back home to ITV 1, a TV channel for idiots. You may have guessed already that this all took place in Tonbridge, Kent. A place recently described as Englands fourth greyest town.

Well thats all I can be bothered to write, go away.

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