Fembat Unhinged

We´re moving. Maybe. Awaiting the confirmation from the landlord now.  A small town house in a village which, I suppose, makes it a village house :p

3 bedrooms, off the main square and directly facing a traditional spanish tapas bar (the diet will be ruined!).

It was a difficult decision spurred on by the discovery we are living in “prostitution alley” (as named by the locals here). Its notorious apparently – which probably accounts for the curb crawlers and propositions I have been subjected to this last few months.

Joking aside it is awful. I mean, really. I do not venture out after dark unless I absolutely have to (yes, the late night chocolate craving has had to be curbed on many occasion!)

The Village is absolutely delightful. 30 minutes drive from the coast and 60 minutes from Malaga airport. Quiet, off the beaten track and a wonderful location for hiking. Its a little white village within the mountain ranges of Andalucia – within the area of Axarquia, Malaga.

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The first is fairly self explanatory since it is written in English.

The second is a message which roughly translates to “against the crisis, general strike”. In Spain “crisis” is used to refer to the current economic situation – “la crisis”.  The reference to the left “PCPE” refers to the Partido Comunista de los Pueblos de España (on wikipedia)

Not a happy local population at the moment.

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“Read my lips: Words do not kill! People kill. Wild animals kill. But words… words have a totally different power. They enter in through our eyes and ears and work their way into our souls”

When I first heard an TV adaptation was being made of Terry Pratchett´s “Going Postal” I was both excited and dismayed. The problem you see is this – not only is Going Postal my favourite book out of all the Discworld novels, but the enigmatic Moist Von Lipwig is a character I hold in great esteem. Ususally I am fairly easy going where adaptations are concerned – I´m not a fan who often throws tantrums when a character is miscast or a plot changed… This time, I am afraid, it was different.

I had high expectations and I highly expected them to be unfulfilled.

I was wrong.

So, Robert Coyle wasn´t quite how I expected my darling Moist Von Lipwig to look, but a few minutes in I was hooked. He had a certain charm and this, for me, was an important quality to not overlook.  In the book Moist is an exceptionally charming ex-con with the gift of the gab and Robert Coyle portrayed this perfectly. Clair Foy was simply delightful as chain smoking  Adora Dearheart and although Charles Dance did not exactly push all my buttons as Lord Vetinari I still believe he gave a highly commendable performance. David Suchet, bless the man, was a little hammy as Reacher Gilt but its fantasy, one has to expect it now and again.

A highly commendable adaptation. I adored Hogfather. I found The Colour of Magic to be lacking in both script, plot and casting (Sorry Sean Astin, you completely ruined the character Twoflower for me!). But, Going Postal, is almost as wonderful as the book – and that, from me at least, is saying something.

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See larger image Going Postal [DVD] (DVD) Director: Jon Jones Starring: David Suchet, Tamsin Greig, Charles Dance, Richard Coyle, Claire Foy Rating: Parental Guidance List Price: £19.99 GBP New From: £16.57 In Stock Release date August 23, 2010.

A few months ago I began a site which, because of its nature, attracts far too many “fangirls”.  After falling victim to the sharp, albeit  ineloquent, tongue of a Twiward or Alex O´Loughlin fan a few times I have come to one conclusion.

Fangirls are scary.

Seriously, its not the paparazzi who force these male actors and musicians into hiding, its the fangirls! There is a reason the obsessive teenies were referred to as “Nazgirls” during Lord of the Rings epic run. There is a reason Twihards are considered to be far more deadly than the sparkly vampires they obsess over.

They are the extreme of the fanatic brigade. If you dare to make a less than complimentary statement about their sweethearts buck teeth, broken nose, or crossed eyes then prepare to reap the whirlwind! Since starting my little site (a tongue in cheek rating site) I have received no end of abuse. I´ve been accused of  favouritism (only acceptable if your favourite is the same as theirs!), editing the results so my own favourite would win (oh, honey, life is really too short) and to date have received four threats of violence and vengence (meladrama and obsession taken to the extreme)

A death threat?  I´ve reached the big time!

I feel for the object of their adoration I really do. Some of these girls are one rebuttal short of fully fledged stalker.

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The main square in the mountain village of Sedella in Andalucia, Spain.

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On the menu today at Casa Fembat is this delectable Manchester Tart, made by yours truly… Dessert sorted.

Main course is something involving these delightful mushrooms I bought at the local market yesterday. It may well involve copious amounts of some sort of pasta…. and a little cheese.

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This entry was inspired by this weeks Topic suggestion at Topical Tuesday.

You have been chosen to host a dinner party by Death (yes, thats right, the one with the big scythe). He is to bring with him two other guests of your choosing. They should be someone you would have liked to have met.

Who are they and why? Optionally you may also answer (if you are of the foodie persuasion) what would you serve to your esteemed guests?

My first dinner guest would have to be Freddie Mercury. Whilst other children were lulled to sleep on sweet lullabies I was raised by my Rock Chic mother and, as such, a musical diet of 70´s and early 80´s Rock. Freddie Mercury was the figure of my childhood. Some of my earliest memories involve listening to Freddie´s music or watching him perform live on the TV. I was captivated by his energy and his presense on stage.  He was a God of Rock and there has been no one who can match him since. He was the symbol of my childhood and my teenage years.

A dinner party with Freddie Mercury as the star guest I think would be kind of magical. There are so many questions I would love to ask him and, I am sure I am not alone in saying this, it would be lovely to hear him sing live again…

Freddie Mercury was torn from us far too soon. I remember the day it was announced to the world he was dying. Of course, most of his fans were already aware something was terribly wrong with Freddie. But, to hear it said was devastating. I always say I do not understand how people can become so emotionally deranged over someone they have never met – Elvis, Diana…  But, for Freddie, I cried. Freddie died the same year as my Grandfather and my pony Thomas. It was a bad, throughly demoralising, year.

The second dinner guest is a little bit of a stretch. I am torn between William Rufus, Aethelred Unraed or Claude Moñet. I think I may well go with the latter. Not only do I believe Claude Moñet will have better table manners, but I am not sure I would trust  William Rufus to behave himself in the presense of Freddie.

I am a bit of a foodie but I am unsure what I would serve. Whatever the food it would be served with champagne or Russian Vodka…

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Unhappy with earlier submission. Here is a scene from my Saturday, taken a couple of hours ago. My JRT, Joe,  suffering from the heat. We all are. Shortly after taking this he flopped dramatically on the marble flooring , a position he has held ever since.

Yes, those really are Dumbo size ears. We are expecting him to take flight any day now.

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Today I am housebound. Not only am I officially crippled with leg and pain (old injury) but I have clients waiting for their sites. Bit of a shame really because I have zero motivation owing to extreme heat exhaustion.

So, here are views from my balcony here in Torrevieja. The first two images are to the right (in the direction of La Mata) and the third image is to the left (in the direction of the Salt Lakes).

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