Today was a good day. Today was a day of cupcakes.

It’s as if they’re twins…

Learn Guitar with David Brent

I never thought it would be this good!

I finally managed to watch The Return of Brent today. I’ve been delaying it because I thought it would piss over the fond memories I have of how The Office ended back in 2003.

It completely didn’t piss over anything. It was absolutely fantastic.

Is it wrong to be dreaming about a standalone David Brent series? If the writing on this one-off special is any indication Gervais hasn’t completely lost the Midas touch.

I love the title theme to Parks and Recreation. It’s so infectiously cheery you can’t help but smile.

They (as in the BBC) started broadcasting Parks and Recreation on British TV back in March, and having vaguely heard of the show but not knowing much about it I decided to give it a whirl.

Great show. Love it.

It took time to find its feet, but by the time the final episode of the 6-part first series came to an end I was hooked. Amy Poehler is superb. She practically steals every scene she’s in. The supporting cast is surprisingly solid, and there’s definitely potential for some excellent episodes.

I miss Fandango’s dance partner, you know the one before Summer Rae. She was dreamy like Emily Blunt. She didn’t say much, and I can understand why she was replaced, but she was amazingly pretty, and of course, rather great at the old ballroom dancing lark. Sad times.

I’m reading Wuthering Heights after many years. Books are strange. I find with some of the best ones you need to have lived a bit in order to “get” them. So something you read as a teenager probably would’ve been a bit ‘meh’ at the time, but if you pick up the same book years later it suddenly speaks to you in a way it never did previously.

Anyway, as I said, I’m reading Wuthering Heights, and with me being me, the above classic from Kate Bush is playing in my head as I read every word, and it just WON’T STOP!!! Amazing song though.

I’ve wanted to say that since I first saw the film back in 2005. I just… there’s so much wrong with it, it… angers me. I find myself cursing the director of GoF for his bullshit. One of, if not the best book of the entire series, and we get that abomination of a film.

The absolutely infuriating thing about it is there’s 2 or 3 scenes in the film which are as good as anything in the rest of the series, but everything else around those wonderful scenes drags the whole endeavour down into a maddening, confusing mess consisting of poor choice after poor choice.

The buck stops with Mike Newell (the director) in my humble opinion. If I have the time I’ll detail why I feel this way. For now I’m glad I’ve leavened the strain on my heart and soul by making this admission.