Speaking Of Tolstoy -

I Know We Weren't
But this is how we run things at BOOJUM! so do make an effort and try to keep up.  Ta.  The thought came to me whilst walking Edna, "Who was it who banged on about every happy family being alike yet every unhappy family being unique?  Was it Tolstoy, or Ibsen?  It sounds like the sort of gloomy melancholic musing that Ol' Henrik would come out with.  That's what comes of living on fish and trolls."
     In fact it was that Writing Ruffian Leo who came out with it.
     Which, of course, has nothing to do with what follows.  Don't get exasperated, just nod in awe*.
     Meet Darling Daughter.  Art?

     This is from a couple of years ago, at Nearly Famous, on my birthday, when I got a hand-knitted scarf.  
     Right, back to "Hot Fuzz", which came out in 2007 and had a "15" rating.  Yes, this is important!  Darling Daughter wanted to see this film with the rest of the family, except she was only 13 at the time.  Luckily she had inherited her dad's height, and with the application of a modest amount of makeup, she could easily pass for 16.  Thus we broke the law, heh heh.
     Well, DD has gone from being too young to now being too old.  
     "Eh what say what?" I hear you comment.  "Too old at 22?  You're not making much sense, Conrad.  Not that you ever do."

Further Of Films
Conrad has acquired enough passing bus poster information to conduct one of our scurrilous blog film reviews.  If you're new to these, then we have two rules: 1) Go strictly by the film title and 2) Generalise wildly.  Ready?  No?  Tough, here we go -
     "The Space Between Us": This is another of those disappointing film titles that are hard to work with, like "The Light Between Oceans".  Do the studios not appreciate the creative struggle we bloggers undergo on a daily basis.
     Probably not.
     There was a picture of an astronaut on the bus poster.  Hence the "Space" of the title.  Oh, and a woman.  Probably a chick-flick of some kind, along the lines of "Oooh darling how will our love survive now we are so far apart - "  ah, whatever.

There you go

     "The Lego Batman Movie":  Conrad hasn't seen any of these Lego films, yet he understands they are made with wit and verve.  This one is far better than the recent Zack Snyder Batmurderverse attempt, by all accounts.  However, Conrad no longer has a small child to alibi him into the cinema**.  Thus he would stand out, rather, as at the Doctor Who Live event.  There was Paul (a fellow fan) and I, both grown men.  A couple in their thirties on the other side of the Arena were the only other people not escorting children.
     Oh, hello Coincidence Hydra!  Look what I found two minutes after thinking the above.

Worth every single penny

     "A Cure For Wellness": Okay, drink too much, avoid any exercise, eat date-expired food, have ice-cream for breakfast - that seems like a cure for being well, doesn't it?  Sorry, not if you're Conrad, who thrives on the above.  Probably best to add smoking, blindfold abseiling and tormenting large dogs, just to be sure.  Look, if watching people being ill floats your boat, just hang out at the hospital gates, it's free (as long as you don't have to park) although possibly a bit dubious morally.
     "Sing":  No.  Just no.  Never.  Not ever.

Okay, Perhaps It Wasn't Just The Sunlight
Two things are guaranteed to bring the motorised hordes to park on the far end of Tandle Hill Road:  bright sunshine or deep snow.  Yesterday the sun brought them out, and yet today, under louring skies and cold damp air, they were back again.  Art?

     No notices present about an event in the park itself, so we can only conjecture what brought them.  Egg-rolling?  Proximity to The Mansion?  Rare migrating birds in residence?  Free ice-cream?

Danger Will Robinson!
Or, more accurately, Danger Mr and Mrs Robinson!  They being parents, you see, which means that - this is established in the UN Charter - they are obliged to purchase Lego for their offspring.
     Some bits of Lego are small enough to sit un-noticed on the carpet, until you, the parent, discover that not everything had been tidied up by stepping on that small piece.  Only then do you discover what sharp corners Lego has, and how acute the edges are, and it has ABSOLUTELY NO COMPRESSABILITY AT ALL.

How to make a family unhappy

*  A constructive COMMENT or two won't go amiss, either.
**  There you go, the Intro justified.