i heard a town called malice accidentally yesterday and my exercise bike sweat froze. it's okay if i'm ready, if i play it myself and grit my teeth, but if it creeps up on me there's trouble. it's billy elliot's fault.
i pretty much start crying if i even see billy elliot in the tv listings and to sit through the whole thing again would need easy access to the eec tissue mountain at least if not kleenex factories worldwide. and before you all start with your 'it's just that film about a kid what does ballet' it's not. well it is a bit obviously but it's about lots of other stuff as well. i would tell you more but a brief terrible flirtation with film studies when i was a nipper has left me horribly scarred, incapable and certain that academic criticism will tear the joy out of anything you love.
without even touching on all the emotional stuff i find it impossible to resist a film set around the miners strike which pretty much formed me politically , a kid clearly modelled on madeline out of gregory's girl, and which uses some of the music i live for so faithfully. hell just watch the bloody thing cos you'll be glad you did.
and before i forget - elton john cemented his place at the top of my first up against the wall come the glorious day list by contributing to the what were they thinking the stupid buggers west end travesty version. i despair sometimes i really do.
ps i heard a town called malice on the significant others edition contrast podcast. don't listen to it if you're even slighty heartbroken. it should have a health warning. really.