It’s been one of the those weeks. Things seem somehow slightly misaligned. Lord Levy has been away on business trips and so the house has been very quiet. And also very light as I have to sleep with the landing light on. Tori, after the Cadillac of booster injections has somehow managed to catch a cold and is feeling very sorry for himself.

And me? Well, I’m working through my writing course and finding it a bit of a struggle. The course itself is interesting. There are lots of great tips and advice from established writers, the content is easy to digest and the example passages are enjoyable. I’ve worked through everything meticulously, have had lots of ideas and inspiration but when it comes to writing them down – nothing. The words don’t come. In fact I can’t even think of how to round off this post.

We went to see Cloverfield on Sunday. I didn’t know much about it in advance, just that it’s got good reviews. In fact on IMDB it gets a whopping 7.9 out of 10.

I however, did not enjoy the film. The main problem was the use of hand held cameras all the way through. I thought that this worked well in ‘The Blair Witch Project’ but in this film it made me really nauseous. And it wasn’t just down to the bumper bag of Skittle I consumed during the trailers.

That was enough to ruin it for me. But that aside, I couldn’t work out what the monster was doing in New York. I mean for something as big a sky scraper you’d think the Americans would’ve seen it coming. What with their early warning defense systems and all. But maybe I missed something as I looked away to avoid the rainbow of fruit flavours making an encore.