Review of “Hampstead.” One Star or less!

I woke up this morning to the news that the Muslim terrorists have been at it again. This time it was in Barcelona.  What a bloody depressing and horrible world!

So to cheer myself up,  not that anything can really make one feel better after horrific events such as the atrocities carried out by jihadists this morning,  we decided that we should go to a movie. We chose one that would be “a feel good” sort of thing, one that would not cause more angst.

Quite frankly, I don’t really know why I chose “Hampstead’. The reviews of the movie were not good, but they sounded  patronising.  “The older members of society would probably enjoy a film like this” was the theme of most of the reviews. I interpreted these reviews as the oeuvre of some millenials with the shaved haircuts and torn jeans, so I jacked up and muttered.

“I refuse to be patronised by these twits!”

And that’s where I went wrong.

Alas, I should have heeded the warnings, patronising or not. Those reviews were correct.

“Hampstead” is so boring,  poorly cast,  predictable,  badly scripted and overacted that I think it should be compulsory viewing for those terrorists in Barcelona when they are finally caught. Make them watch “Hampstead'” over and over again until they beg to be shot. And then refuse to put them out of their misery, and set the film on continues play

Normally,  the Weinstein Company produces good cinema. Normally, Diane Keaton chooses sensible roles. Normally, James Norton would demand an impressive role such as he plays in “Grantchester”,  “Happy Valley” and “War and Peace.”

I cannot fathom why this film was released. Worse still, why any good actor accepted a role in it.

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How Woolworths Australia is beating Coles

On October 17th 2015 I complained on my blog site that Woolworths is second to Coles in service, especially in the Deli section.

That is why I used to prefer shopping at Coles rather than in Woolworths

Now I’m happy to write that Woolworths has made a concerted effort to increase its sales by improving service and lowering its prices.

Some of its supermarkets have been renovated and I have to say it’s  a pleasure to  shop in our local store now. In spite of this supermarket not being larger  the aisles are wider, the products are extremely well displayed and the choice of products is extensive. I enjoy the selection of imports from Europe which give the supermarket a cosmopolitan feel.

Frankly, the store has become more classy and compares well with those specialist food stores where one can buy something a bit more interesting.

Surprisingly for such an upmarket store the prices are often cheaper than those in Coles, so good on Woolies for being more competitive and often on a par with Aldi’s prices.

Woolworths is now my favourite supermarket.

 

Sue Dunlevy at News Corp gives us the wrong info about Valium recall

My, how editing standards in reporting have gone down the drain.  Sue Dunlevy is the National Health Reporter for the News Corp Australia Network.  She really screwed up on June 10.

So where did she go wrong?  Well, she only gave us the incorrect facts about the Valpam (Valium)  recall from Arrow Pharmaceuticals.  The Valpam recall follows the earlier Valium recall by Roche. Dunlevy wrote that “Valpam in 55mg tablets sold in blister packs was being recalled by the Therapeutic Goods Administration.”

Notice her grave error?  55mg tablets!  How misleading is that mistake on her part!

People who possess 5mg Valpam would think they are safe,  and in my opinion, Dunlevy’s mistake is a very dangerous one.

We are talking about drug substitution and recall by the company.  So the least she could do is get her facts right.

 

 

Coles Australia makes lots of sense

I have often walked around our supermarkets and been amazed by the ridiculous number of products which are basically the same but take up so much room on the shelves.

How many varieties of  deodorants and shampoos and toilet paper do we really need?  Entire double aisles are taken up with pet food.  Organic,  gluten-free blah blah dog and cat food. It’s absolutely disgraceful  that we spoil our pets,  or more truthfully,  the pet owners to such an extent while many of the hungry people in impoverished countries  would be grateful to consume  the packaged processed food that we provide  for our pets.

Aldi has fewer lines and is doing very well in the real world. And now, mercifully,  so has Coles who have just announced that they are cutting down on superfluous lines such as multiple varieties of garbage bags and pasta sauce.

And guess what?  As a result of some sensible decisions by Coles sales in garbage bags and sauces have actually increased!

I applaud them for that decision. Not only do they limit conspicuous consumption but they also make life easier for those of us who are fed up with the paradox of choice.  I have often found,  when faced with a plethora of choices,  that I keep on walking past them unable to decide which of the products to buy.  Let’s face it,  there’s no benefit to all this variety when most of those products are pretty much the same stuff anyway  in different colour packaging.

Here’s hoping Woolworths follows suit.

 

 

 

John Oliver’s Genitals

I have tried to watch John Oliver’s programme, “Last Week Tonight with John Oliver” but today his pathetic descent into vulgarity turned me off completely.  How can a man be so obsessed with his penis? Is his appendage so ineffectual that he has to constantly remind himself that he has one?

Oliver has no class. He is crass and has the comedic sophistication of a toddler who pulls his pants down at kindergarten and announces to the world with a giggle  “Look at my wee wee….”

Oliver talks fast, bobs his head up and down like a clucking chicken and is a physical turn-off.

This is not to say that his topics are bad, however.  They are timely and his comments on events in America are quite interesting.  Unfortunately, the laughter sounds canned and every time he refers to someone’s testicles the audience guffaws into orgasmic hysteria.

All in all, he leaves a bad taste in my mouth and despite his popularity in some circles, the “populus vulgaris” is welcome to him.

 

Attention visitors to Melbourne! If you value honesty do not come here.

This is the fourth time that we have had our parked car damaged here in “Marvellous Melbourne” in eight years.  Had this happened in Queensland there would have been a note left on the car with an apology and the necessary information about the person who had damaged it.  I know this for sure, because that’s what happened in the Sunshine State.

It’s the decent way that Queenslanders behave.

Sadly,  Melbourne is not the place to be if you expect people to be considerate and honest when they damage your parked car.

In Melbourne there is a dog eat dog mentality.  Drivers are ruthless.  Mothers with their prams will rush blindly and scrape your car while they talk on their phones instead of looking where they are going. They will not use a pedestrian crossing  even if it’s a few metres away.

I must confess that a teeny weeny bit of me wishes they would trip as they chat to their BFF on the phone instead of paying attention to the traffic. But then I come to my senses and tell myself that that would turn me into a nasty Melbournian so I wait  in the car while the Mother of the Year crosses the road illegally.

You would expect that they would like to set a good example for their young children about crossing safely. But no, they don’t think about their kids being hurt. After all, it’s all about yummy mummy, isn’t it?

We have many ice addicts here, many home invasions,  many carjackings and many bashings in the street.

Come one come all. Melbourne, you’re standing in it!

 

 

 

 

GP Studio at Chadstone Mall can’t be serious.

Today we walked past the GP Studio hairdressing salon at the Chadstone Mall when my husband said  “Have a look at the sign in the window.”  It was advertising the prices for certain categories of clients and charges for services.

Ladies

Females over 65

Men

Males over 65

We drew this notice to the attention of the lady hairdresser inside who agreed it was puzzling and she would talk to her boss about it.

I wonder when one becomes too old to be a lady and yes, I’ve heard the joke  “That’s no lady…….”

I confess that I was probably never much of a lady and have to agree with Frank Sinatra that I do get too hungry to have dinner at eight.

Pathetic International Women’s Day

Pardon me for being puzzled about the value of International Women’s Day which will take place tomorrow.  Why am I puzzled?

Well, I associate an International Day with minorities who are somehow in need of help.  They are lacking something and we have to help them by acknowledging their existence.  Worthy examples of such days are World Cancer Day, Victims of Torture Day, Abuse and Illicit Trafficking Day.

Such events are reminders of afflictions and injustices and we should definitely be more  compassionate towards them.

So how can being a woman be a disease or some aberration of nature,  something to be cured or repaired or eliminated?

I cannot come to terms with such an attitude because it doesn’t make sense to me at all.

We women are only inferior if we think we are inferior and by marching up and down the street and demonstrating or barring menfolk from the ABC TV screen in Australia for a “WHOLE”  day smacks of pettiness and tokenism.

Men must be killing themselves laughing at our silly behaviour.

How come men don’t demand an International Men’s Day just to even the score?  The answer to that is simple, of course. They don’t need one because they don’t feel second-rate. There’s no need to prove anything if you don’t have an inferiority complex about it.

I look forward to the day when women no longer feel the need for this kind of degrading tokenism.

Show some dignity please, Ladies…

Brother Solutions Centre in Sydney brightens the day

Just when you start to wonder if there is any good service out there,  along comes Richard at the Brother Solutions Centre.

He was was so pleasant and helpful this afternoon that I feel compelled to sing his praises. He spent a patient 40 minutes helping us set up our Brother Printer after we had a bit of a problem with a previous WiFi connection.

Methodical, kind and oh so easy to understand,  Richard should not remain an unsung hero,  so thank you Richard for your help.

How I wish there were more people like you !

How Eddie McGuire continues to prompt contestants on Channel 9’s Millionaire Hot Seat

Eddie used to prompt the contestants he liked by asking them “final answer?” when they chose the wrong multiple choice answer. What he was really  was telling them was  “Your answer is wrong so think again and choose another one of the other three multiple choice alternatives.”

He did this when the candidate was one he thought would be popular or good value for the show.  It was best if you have a schmaltzy sob story of what you would do with the money if you won it such as feed the hungry,  save the planet,  pay for your nanna’s hip operation.  And then Eddie would gush and utter “Gosh, I  hope you win. We want him to win, don’t we?”

People began to catch on to what he was doing.  After all, one cannot describe the show as a genuine quiz.  It is merely show business.

You had more chance of winning if it was Monday night and Eddie wanted to suck in the viewers to watch the rest of the week.  Nothing unfair about that but it is becoming predictable.  Monday night,  winning,  coincidence?

Unfortunately for Eddie and Channel 9,  people began to recognise a pattern of prompting so he adjusted his “Final Answer?”  to  “You tell me what to do.”

This directive actually means ” For crying out loud, choose another answer, cause this one’s wrong.”  And he often emphasises his prompting with  “Lock it in?” and the contestant locks in the answer which,  surprise, surprise,  is the correct one.

On occasion the contestant fails to catch on to his hints and doesn’t lock it in so Eddie becomes quite frustrated and turns to the audience and shrugs his shoulders apologetically as if to say “I did try…”