What began as a rather tedious train journey north to Glasgow (you just knew I’d work a train in here somewhere!) turned into a visit to a magical and mythical landscape - the kind of landscape that makes you confront the superficiality of what most people refer to as “Life” - i.e. that pissing away of days, weeks, months, and years in the pursuit of money to show others just how successful you are… and boozing, to show others just how popular and entertaining you are. At the end of it you’re left with nothing but regrets and lost time, because you’ve learned too late what’s really important. But that’s a subject for another day and, perhaps, another blog.
Arrrrrh ... she got to go to Local Hero country!! She should have had the Mark Knopfler soundtrack to accompany that in her iPod! That and his tracks from Cal as well! (Shut up. It's Knopfler too and could pass for Scottish in a pinch!)
Instead, she got involved with ... no, I can't bring myself to type it.
You'll have to suck in your gut and go read the lengthy post on your own.
At the end, there's a link to a stunning collection of Flickr photos too.
I'm still waiting for the posts where she runs into Gerry Anderson, Ken Bruen, Denise Mina, Brian Clemens, Robert Fuest, Christopher Fowler, Warren Ellis, and rubs it all in with a photo of her on the steps of 221B Baker Street.
Because she can.
And now the greatest closing theme and most devastating ending in all of movie history ...
Local Hero "Going Home"
Because I can.
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