We signed up for the Irish Netflix -- Screenclick. It's only the cheapest package, and we're only on the third movie, so the jury is still out. Due to the vagaries of the Irish postal system (just recently made worse, although the strike threat has receded) turn around time for a movie is variable, but so far so good. If they were appearing too quickly I'd feel too much pressure to watch the things.

Our queue/wishlist looks like this at the moment:

Y Tu Mama Tambien Grand Theft Parsons City Of God Spiderman 2 Shrek 2 Mulholland Drive American History X Imagining Argentina Bring It On Amores Perros Matador

The Stepford Wives Law Of Desire Get Carter Talk To Her (Hable Con Ella) Raising Arizona (bizarrely, I've never seen it) The Bourne Identity Matrix Revolutions Farscape Season 1 Vol 1 Tape and Chelsea Walls

We've seen The Motorcycle Diaries (good) and Timecode (interesting. Did 24 come before or after it?) and I'm about to watch Once Upon a Time in Mexico. Getting the Selma Hayak groove on. (Bugger, she's hardly in it. And it's crap).   The web site is clunky and only works with IE and the effort of actually ordering the movies is too much for me.

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Were are only three at the moment. Sally and Roisin are in Spain* and it's weird. We're eating badly and feeling lonely. Or at least I am. Sleeping on my own is strange and I end up staying up far too late watching season four Buffy with the commentary on (This is Spike, James is a delight to work with. Could Alison be any cuter? This is a great fight scene, I love working on this show); after I've finished watching crappy Antonio Banderas movies of course. [Recently, a room full of people (some of which I don't know very well) were deciding would they sleep with Mr. Banderas or Madonna. Why those two I don't know, but the men -- in the minority -- went for Mr. Banderas, and the women -- mostly queer -- went for Madonna. This may explain why Sally left me (not really)]

* Paddy and I were making up 'jokes' the other day and one of his was Why was the bird sad? Because his mother went on holidays without him. He thought this was funny, I thought it was hilarious. Sally didn't see the humour.

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I had a disturbingly erotic dream about some middle-aged English actress who I thought for a while was the woman from the Bitso ads -- Lynda Bellingham -- but it actually turned out to be Barbara Flynn, which is not so bad. I am still a little disturbed by it though and it may explain why Sally left me.

This is the sky on Tuesday last. There were actually five jet trails, not three, but I couldn't fit them all in. I have said many times how much I love the sky when it is like this, so I won't say it again.