97... 98... 99...

Shocking, the state some of these dead people allow themselves to fall into. Unless it's a cunning ploy to prevent the headstone from falling over. Still, a year and a bit on Mr D. R. H. Lamont is still upright without any artificial aids. Perhaps Mrs. MacFarlane could learn something from him.

A day mostly spent finishing off the floor in the bathroom. We have rare guests visiting next weekend and apaprently it would be of great embarrassment for them to visit an unfinished abode. Though tedious it went resonably well with few wasted floorpieces and reasonably straightforward cutting-out to fit around the bath, sink, radiator-pipelets and door. Hardly fun though.

The re-re-rehashed Blade Runner in the evening was rather pleasant. Part of the reason I like films at the cinéma is that it slighty changes the way you see the outside world for a few minutes or hours afterwards; when you come out of a dark, rain-soaked, well-lit film into the dark, rain-soaked, well-lit city it works rather well (similar cinematic/real-world fittingnesses have included coming out of 28 days later to a deserted early-evening Newington and seeing Jurassic Park in Keswick when we had a half-hour walk through the creaking dark to our tents) despite the remaining faults in the film (including the shoehorned-in replacement stuntman-window-glass scenes with a proper stuntwoman and Joanna Cassidy's re-shot face still stick out, the end comes too abruptly and they've still got that horrible slow-frame bit at the end where Roy dies which just makes you think that they only had half a second of footage of rain dipping off his head). A bit like the bit with the Tusken Raider in Episode 4 where they had to use the same half-second segment forward-wise then reversed which Richard Chew admitted to in the Making Of... segment.