forgive me for being a trifle soft but bolt, the film, is really good...it also, without fail, makes me weep every time i watch it. luckily i have only watched it on my own so far (three times in two weeks) and not with a totally awesome babe. i think it's the undying love that bolt shows his owner, blind devotion and moral lunacy. he reminds me of my old dog, benji. benji was a hero, no matter how many times you left the house in a day, regardless of duration or time, he would absolutely shit his pants when you returned (he didn't wear pants, but if he did, they would have a jackson pollock on the back) i loved benji and benji loved me, we both still do in fact, i can sense his little doggie brain still wagging his tail at the thought of me coming home.
anyway, in ste and adam's year at school there was this 'special' kid that couldn't write very well and when he wrote his personal statement in his final year at high school he summed up the last six years with 'i lik futdol...' let me translate, what he meant to say was 'i like football...' i remembered that today and it made me giggle, here's a picture for you my illiterate friend, for bringing an upside to this otherwise dreary morning in preston...
p.s. i know i don't use capital letters...because i don't want to.
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