Tor is sitting in the lounge watching an almost made-for-tv movie with Patrick Swayze. She says she loves Patrick Swayze. She should be moving in to her new flat next Sunday, which is good news for her, good news for us all. It's blazing outside, glorious,warm and friendly. The sun is shining, she's got a new flat, a safe place of her own and she loves Patrick Swayze - I think everything is going to be OK. What more could you want?

We are off to see Shrek II this afternoon and I'm looking forward, with great anticipation to being introduced to Puss in boots.




Shrek was awful, hyped to the hilt. This movie has nothing on the first one, another example of someone cashing in on previous successes, we chew it, we swallow it, and we happily pay for it. Puss was good, for about a minute or two. What a sad state of affairs when everyone keeps banging on about how funny it is - has everyone lost their sense of humour? The characters were underdeveloped, wooden and the movie seemed to be a case of bish-bosh-bash. At one stage I actually decided that sleep was better.