Yes OK, so he wanted to come along to Ireland, and seeing as both me and my friend are quite fond of Davy (and the man behind the tentacles) we took him out on several trips to show him some bits of Ireland.
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Yes OK, so he wanted to come along to Ireland, and seeing as both me and my friend are quite fond of Davy (and the man behind the tentacles) we took him out on several trips to show him some bits of Ireland.
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I have nothing much to say just yet. But the week has passed, and that means that he’s back.
I feel like a little girl around Christmas time, overly exited and not grown-up at all. I don’t care what the critics say, I know there will be scenes where I will be glued to the screen indulging every word he says in that voiciliciously Scottish accent.
The question is:
Arrrrrrrre you prepared for what’s next?
The red door, Notting Hill
You are seriously bored when:
Things that at those moments save the day:
The truth is, I want to tell you something, but I can’t just yet.
This is not a ramble about Bill Nighy, or maybe it is, or maybe not quite.
I was so amazed to see those pictures (they got send to me and I simply had to put them up) that it is worth a post.
And since I am warning you in advance, you can’t really complain, now can you. You can just ignore the rest of the post you know, no one is forcing you to read it all. So – what’s it gonna be …
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest
Tagline: Capt. Jack Sparrow owes an unpaid debt to Davy Jones and his army of sea-phantoms…his soul. Now, he must find a way to save himself from becoming one of them, and suffering forever.
So after a visit to the Cafe, the weather being lovely, I went on a walk. Piccadilly Circus, Regent Street, and left into Oxford Street. The last shops were closing after a long and busy day and it was quiet walking here. Until I heard something weird. It sounded like – a voice of some sort?
“Ahoy!”
I looked around but I didn’t see anyone, it sounded further away.
“Ahrr. Get me out o’ here ! I want me ship !”
And suddenly I saw him. Davy Jones, trapped in the Disney Store on Oxford Street. Well, well.
I know I complained about it, but even though the weather was as good as it can be, I stayed inside to watch Holland – Serbia/Monte Negro at 3pm. 3pm UK time that was, which was about an hour too late, so I missed the first half. I keep forgetting that I am living in another timezone now.
After this act of misplaced nationalism, I needed some fresh air. And I knew where to get it. Hopping off at Belsize Park (Northern Line), I began walking, on my way to Hampstead Heath (a big park in the north of London).
But just before the real climbing began (I was heading for Parliament Hill) I needed some water. And how convenient – I passed a Marks & Spencers.
5 reasons for a Bill post: