Doe, a deer. A female deer.

Right, Hi. Slightly drunk, which apparently isn’t a good time to blog, but here goes.

…. Sorry, I was stuck in the tractor beam draw that is quiz television.

Right, watch Newsnight Review. Concentrate. Blog.

So tonight I was watching The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, which is a fine film. As opposed to the second film of my Oscar 5-ology of best film nominations, Brokeback Mountain, which was astonishingly average. Heath Il-ledger-ble, as I will forever call call him, and thus copyright, resulted in Helen and I rewatching the final scene of the film 6 times to try and work out what he says at the end. If you know, please tell me, because the closest I got to a translation was “Ah, Mo Mo. A Rebel”. Which didn’t make sense.

Um, other things that happened to me this week was another interaction with one of my neighbours. Last week it was the one who does surprise nude modelling. This week was the guy who stores dead animals under our house.

Not to bore you with the details, Helen and I ended up in a dark passageway, wearing our dressing gowns, with the inhabitant of Flat 2. It was 11:15 PM. After discussing some pressing issues, our neighbour said “Do you want a rabbit?”

“No thanks”, I replied.

“Veggies, are you?”

“Um, no.”

“I’ll skin it for you.”

“Um. No thanks – I don’t know what I’d do with it.”

It was slightly surreal. Later in the same conversation he added, “I’m surprised I didn’t disturb you earlier because I had to drag a roe deer up through the passageway.”

He may not of disturbed us earlier, but we are sufficiently disturbed now.