"Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood,"

The first line of Angela's Ashes, for which I will not even attempt to write a review. It's been sitting on the DVD shelf for years, with the dreaded "15" stamp on it that meant I couldn't watch it with my brothers around, which meant I could not watch it. But I'm glad I didn't find the chance until tonight. I wouldn't have been able to appreciate it at all had I watched it before. I watched it with my dad, and obviously I cried, and I am recommending it to anyone aged 14 and upwards, but I wouldn't watch it too early, or the film will lose it's effect.

Other events of note, that I guess I really should document, that is the whole point of me having both a blog and a diary (which I seldom use).

Well, there was the conversation we had at tea tonight, in which we discovered that Daddy has taken almost every drug imaginable, and while I'd love to recount the conversation in great depth, it'd give me more pleasure to just take out a couple of bits. Firstly, Barney.

Barney says in a way that makes it sound extremely daring "Daddy, have you ever used a filter"

Daddy laughs it off, replying "Of course I have!" then seriously adds, "They're called roaches, by the way."

At which point I burst into laughter because he's correcting his 12 year old son's drug limbo. 

Then, later.

One of the three of us asks, "Daddy, do you think Mummy's done drugs?"

"Most certainly not!"

And after the talk of drugs, while watching Angela's Ashes at a point relevant to the film, he turned to me and said "You know, I think Mummy had to do Scottish dancing. When we're on holiday we'll get Auntie Karen drunk and ask her about everything Mummy did, it'll be funny"

I have such a responsible father.

Anyway, goodnight xx